Yes, I know I have another LoZ fan fic to complete. Yes, I know the first one is already not all that good. But you know what? I don't give a damn. I need another fiction in here, and I am going to make this one slightly serious. No, really, I mean it. WIPE THAT SKEPTICAL LOOK OFF YOUR FACE YOU LITTLE (insert random obscenities here)
…..Sorry about that. Anyway, I thought of this fiction on the toilet! X.o. Yeah. But really, it is semi serious 'cause it deals with insanity, torture, blah blah blah…..Don't worry, I am seeking help. Yeeeeaaaahhhh……
Disclaimer: Pffft, Like I own Zelda… I do, however, own Tegomie.
Rain….Again….
It feels like it is falling into my brain, filling my mind up.
Cleaning it out of all my thoughts and fantasies….
Good...
Goggled blue eyes stared up into the storm clouds over head, droplets pattering down upon the red material that made up the lenses. She hardly blinked as they hit the goggles hard, tapping loudly against them. A blade of grass was rolled in her fingers, slowly being torn up by the black gloved hand. She was thinking deeply….
It had been three days since she last used them. Three days since she had felt how good it was to feel the grating feeling of steel on flesh. She had to feel that. Had to feel the ensuing warmth that would always come after the blades. Perhaps that was why she was shunned. She mused over this, chewing on a twig with a sharpened canine. The clink of metal sounded as she stretched out, and the rough material that made up her coat rubbed against the grass, leaving green streaks on her clothes.
When was the last time she had spoken with another intelligent being, without the usual, inevitable outcome?
Several years at least dear…. She smiled, a small chuckle escaping her lips. Yes, several years indeed. Oh, she did banter occasionally, however, her conversations were a little….short lived. She sighed, flipping over on to her stomach to observe a passing caterpillar.
When have you last eaten dear? Hmmm….She grabbed the thick sides, lifting the caterpillar between her thumb and for finger. About a week….A tongue darted out from between her lips, wrapping around the squirming bug, and pulled it quickly back into her mouth. She chewed, the body bursting in her mouth, and she laughed. After swallowing, she stood, stretching. Yes, she was clean enough now. Never mind the dirt. What she had come out to remove was gone now. Tegomie shuddered, the cold blast of air received when she stood sweeping over her exposed face. She hated being touched. Even the gentle caress of the wind made her pull the collar of her coat up around her. Not even her play mates touched her. Not to say they ever got a chance….
He was not very nice, was he, my dear? Not very nice at all to touch you like that. She scowled, ripping a hand though her short, red hair. No, no he was not. But she was thankful he had come. She needed to play for just a little bit. Slowly, the abomination lifted her head, flashing a large, demented grin into the slowly brightening sky, and the red puddle seeped into the ground. And laughed.
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Oooo! Yes. Yes I have a problem. No I don't give a damn. Don't worry. Dead dude isn't Link. Nope! I promise I will get back to my old fic. Soon. Very VERY soon.