Post by untilthis.echo on Jan 17, 2007 21:11:24 GMT -5
^_^ Well I wanted to post one of my dark stories here and so here it is! I was listening to Evans Blue's song Cold and the song struck me so much about two of my particular favorite characters that I decided to write a fic about them with the song.
Disclaimer: I don't own 'you' and 'I'. They're characters belonging to an anime which definitely does not belong to me, but for precautions, they will go unnamed.
WARNING: Dark themes, semi-adult themes, cursing and insanity ensue. You were warned. No flames please. Helpful criticism is nice though.
Anyway on to the one-shot!
Martyr
~~~~~
Night is a beautiful thing, such a beautiful dark creature in disguise. Encased in almost total darkness with just a few sources of white light, it descends upon us with a reckoning icy chill, the warning that it is time for us weak beings to retire inside our houses. Like a silent protector, it blankets us in its dark arms, cradling us and shielding us from the horror of humanity. Night is a guardian. Night is silent, keeping our darkest secrets. Night is safety.
Only Day is the cruel one.
There are always tales of how Night and Day are opposites, how Night disguises the monsters, while Day reveals them and brings justice upon the aberrations of our kind. But is it Night who is the demon, or is it Day? Night cradles us in dreams, Day brings us crashing back to reality, leaving our souls bare for the hunger of our own kind to feed upon. Day strands us to each other, helpless against the sheer force and fear that humiliation, isolation, and alienation bring upon our simple minds.
Night is a guardian, Day is the demon in disguise. And we're only safe in Night. Aren't we? Or is it I who is turned around? I wouldn't know. Maybe only monsters find safety in the Night, while the salvaged ones flee its black terror. That is what I am isn't it? A monster? A demon? A tainted soul...
Don't argue with me, I know it. I know that I am a monster from the time I picked up that blood red weapon in my hands to the time I brought it crashing down on those people. But who wouldn't do what I did, in order to protect the one they loved. Maybe what they say is true, love turns people into demons.
In that case, Night is the guardian we must fear. Or should it really be Night who we fear, or the demons that lurk in the dark.
~~~~~
My eyes gaze at the sheen of the bloodied weapon in my hands, watching the ruby glow of the ooze trail down my hands, tainting the fair skin. Twisting the blade of the weapon, I gaze into my reflection and what I see almost scares even me. Blood red eyes gaze back at me, pulsing with intensity and mad fury. A delicate high-cheek boned face is marred by the blood trickling down soft cheeks. Tresses of light golden brown, once as soft as silk, are now dirtied by that same red ooze. My face is solemn, drenched in despair. Only the smile is still there, that calm almost air-headed smile. It grows, twisting into an ugly grin. It makes me shiver. Now I know why...
Glancing up at a sharp intake of breath, my bloody eyes find you standing there. You gaze at me with a mixture of anguish and fright, emerald eyes widening as the twilight wind forces back your cobalt hair. As my smile grows in your direction, you wince, visibly starting to shake as the guns in your hand click with readiness. I only grin more. Don't you know, the more you shake, the more you give away.
Don't look at me like that, I'm only trying to save you. I take a step toward you but you recoil, disgust and fear lacing that porcelain-skinned face of yours. I chuckle to myself, bringing my weapon to my chest. Your gaze flickers to it, briefly, but I see it. I lift it for you to see. You swallow, I smile. Twilight wind surrounds us, I bearing my weapon of blood, you standing before me with your guns, shielding the girl behind you, the girl who had been my next victim. Your face distorts, anger taking over the fear and you hiss slightly, raising your guns at me. It's my turn to falter, smile dropping and weapon lowering. You had never pointed your guns at me, never pointed any real harm to me. Me, of all people. I cared for you, I protected you, I supported you. And here you are, with a frown and glare on your beautiful face, pointing your guns at me.
Cold.
I lower my weapon until it almost falls out of my hands, grip loose. Closing my eyes, I smile, whispering to you my words of relief that you're able to stand on your own now. You can protect yourself, you lost your powers once, but you got them back. I'm happy. Truly I am. Even if my heart is blinded by the threat you pose to me, you'll always be the closest to my heart.
Such a sweet, gentle thing you are. Behind that ice case of hostility and broodiness, you're so endearing. You're so beautiful. In this world of demons, blood, and coldness, you're so beautiful. My sweet, my most precious person. Even if you hate me, I will make you mine. It doesn't matter anymore. I've held myself back all this time. I want whats mine, and I will take it if I must. The grin is back, my eyes snapping open, ruby blood eyes gleaming with unbidden desire and fury. With another humorless chuckle, I turn on my heel and walk away, steps determined. You're faltering, I can tell, confused as you yell at my back, calling me with anguished questions. I only float a single goodbye, and a promise to see you again, before I leap off the building. My beast is waiting for me, my loyal child. It turns its head around and I jump lightly onto its scaled head. With a low animalistic grunt, it turns and slithers away from the building, away from you. I'm still smiling, sitting atop my servant with my weapon resting lightly against it.
Death and destruction are near, I can smell it in the air. The apocalypse isn't far now, not far at all. Our kind is withering, wilting away without a hero. That is why you stood up, why you rose from your kneeling position before me. Our pitiful race needs a hero, and you will rise if need be. But I don't care. I hate this world, this shadow of a world where people place their precious gloried ones on pedestals and treat them as if they were glass. I hate this world, this society. I hate our own kind. There is only you. Sweet endearing and beautiful you.
I'm blind to the rest.
~~~~~
Another scream cuts through the air, just as piercing as my blade cuts through flesh, blood, and bone. My bloody eyes twinkle as they scan the burning building, shrieks and cries of death and terror ringing in my ears. With a menacing hiss, I see another vermin trying to scuttle away. Anger rises in me at their pitiful flight for freedom and escape. They won't escape. They won't!
Letting out a low wailing that I don't recognize as my own, I whirl my staff around and let the blade on the end come smashing into the man's skull. He cries out, short and cut off as his body falls limp against the wall, flames instantly devouring him. Grinning in mad triumph, I turn away from the bodies littering the room and calmly pad down the hallways, ears listening for my victims.
They all hurt you. Everyone one of these single bastards hurt you. They tore your life apart, ripping you from your family and loved ones. They kicked you, they stomped on you, they spat on you, and you could only cower like the helpless child you were. It angered me. It furiated me. No one would bring harm to you, no one, not when I was around. I was your guardian, I was your pillar of support, I was your best friend. I am your martyr. I will kill you you, I will hate for you, I will shed blood for you, I will fight for you.
I will die for you. I am your martyr.
~~~~~
Night has long since come and passed, Day making its painful wake into what is left of this barren world. I'm sitting in the one place I never would have expected. Our school, our room, where we would have our own private small meetings, where you'd sit quietly at my desk, researching on my laptop for the orginization who ripped your life apart, for revenge. Back then, you were the one shrouded in your darkness, I your beam of light. Oh how the tables have turned.
It is now I who is the darkness and you are the light. A question comes to me, will you save me? Or at least try to save me? I chuckle, of course not. Nothing can save me now. I've fallen so far, so low to be saved. Still, the shattered remains of my heart still can't help but hope that you will try, buried underneath my broken exterior. Even if you try, you will not save me. You can't. I'm blind to it all, blind to the salvaging light.
My red eyes suddenly flicker over to the open window, watching the gray dawn. Even after the dark hours of Night, it's still cold. So cold. And dark, blind. I'm cold and blind. I only see you, feel you. Sweet endearing, warm, gentle, and beautiful you. Everything else is futile, needless, nothing. Only you, in this cold bitter world. Only you. You and I. We are the world. Even if you hate me, even if you break my heart over and over, I will always love you. I will stand by you in this cold world, holding you in a blind embrace. Because you are mine, and I am yours. Even if you see through this bloodlust and shattered sanity, I will stand by you.
For I am your martyr.
Disclaimer: I don't own 'you' and 'I'. They're characters belonging to an anime which definitely does not belong to me, but for precautions, they will go unnamed.
WARNING: Dark themes, semi-adult themes, cursing and insanity ensue. You were warned. No flames please. Helpful criticism is nice though.
Anyway on to the one-shot!
Martyr
~~~~~
Night is a beautiful thing, such a beautiful dark creature in disguise. Encased in almost total darkness with just a few sources of white light, it descends upon us with a reckoning icy chill, the warning that it is time for us weak beings to retire inside our houses. Like a silent protector, it blankets us in its dark arms, cradling us and shielding us from the horror of humanity. Night is a guardian. Night is silent, keeping our darkest secrets. Night is safety.
Only Day is the cruel one.
There are always tales of how Night and Day are opposites, how Night disguises the monsters, while Day reveals them and brings justice upon the aberrations of our kind. But is it Night who is the demon, or is it Day? Night cradles us in dreams, Day brings us crashing back to reality, leaving our souls bare for the hunger of our own kind to feed upon. Day strands us to each other, helpless against the sheer force and fear that humiliation, isolation, and alienation bring upon our simple minds.
Night is a guardian, Day is the demon in disguise. And we're only safe in Night. Aren't we? Or is it I who is turned around? I wouldn't know. Maybe only monsters find safety in the Night, while the salvaged ones flee its black terror. That is what I am isn't it? A monster? A demon? A tainted soul...
Don't argue with me, I know it. I know that I am a monster from the time I picked up that blood red weapon in my hands to the time I brought it crashing down on those people. But who wouldn't do what I did, in order to protect the one they loved. Maybe what they say is true, love turns people into demons.
In that case, Night is the guardian we must fear. Or should it really be Night who we fear, or the demons that lurk in the dark.
~~~~~
My eyes gaze at the sheen of the bloodied weapon in my hands, watching the ruby glow of the ooze trail down my hands, tainting the fair skin. Twisting the blade of the weapon, I gaze into my reflection and what I see almost scares even me. Blood red eyes gaze back at me, pulsing with intensity and mad fury. A delicate high-cheek boned face is marred by the blood trickling down soft cheeks. Tresses of light golden brown, once as soft as silk, are now dirtied by that same red ooze. My face is solemn, drenched in despair. Only the smile is still there, that calm almost air-headed smile. It grows, twisting into an ugly grin. It makes me shiver. Now I know why...
Glancing up at a sharp intake of breath, my bloody eyes find you standing there. You gaze at me with a mixture of anguish and fright, emerald eyes widening as the twilight wind forces back your cobalt hair. As my smile grows in your direction, you wince, visibly starting to shake as the guns in your hand click with readiness. I only grin more. Don't you know, the more you shake, the more you give away.
Don't look at me like that, I'm only trying to save you. I take a step toward you but you recoil, disgust and fear lacing that porcelain-skinned face of yours. I chuckle to myself, bringing my weapon to my chest. Your gaze flickers to it, briefly, but I see it. I lift it for you to see. You swallow, I smile. Twilight wind surrounds us, I bearing my weapon of blood, you standing before me with your guns, shielding the girl behind you, the girl who had been my next victim. Your face distorts, anger taking over the fear and you hiss slightly, raising your guns at me. It's my turn to falter, smile dropping and weapon lowering. You had never pointed your guns at me, never pointed any real harm to me. Me, of all people. I cared for you, I protected you, I supported you. And here you are, with a frown and glare on your beautiful face, pointing your guns at me.
Cold.
I lower my weapon until it almost falls out of my hands, grip loose. Closing my eyes, I smile, whispering to you my words of relief that you're able to stand on your own now. You can protect yourself, you lost your powers once, but you got them back. I'm happy. Truly I am. Even if my heart is blinded by the threat you pose to me, you'll always be the closest to my heart.
Such a sweet, gentle thing you are. Behind that ice case of hostility and broodiness, you're so endearing. You're so beautiful. In this world of demons, blood, and coldness, you're so beautiful. My sweet, my most precious person. Even if you hate me, I will make you mine. It doesn't matter anymore. I've held myself back all this time. I want whats mine, and I will take it if I must. The grin is back, my eyes snapping open, ruby blood eyes gleaming with unbidden desire and fury. With another humorless chuckle, I turn on my heel and walk away, steps determined. You're faltering, I can tell, confused as you yell at my back, calling me with anguished questions. I only float a single goodbye, and a promise to see you again, before I leap off the building. My beast is waiting for me, my loyal child. It turns its head around and I jump lightly onto its scaled head. With a low animalistic grunt, it turns and slithers away from the building, away from you. I'm still smiling, sitting atop my servant with my weapon resting lightly against it.
Death and destruction are near, I can smell it in the air. The apocalypse isn't far now, not far at all. Our kind is withering, wilting away without a hero. That is why you stood up, why you rose from your kneeling position before me. Our pitiful race needs a hero, and you will rise if need be. But I don't care. I hate this world, this shadow of a world where people place their precious gloried ones on pedestals and treat them as if they were glass. I hate this world, this society. I hate our own kind. There is only you. Sweet endearing and beautiful you.
I'm blind to the rest.
~~~~~
Another scream cuts through the air, just as piercing as my blade cuts through flesh, blood, and bone. My bloody eyes twinkle as they scan the burning building, shrieks and cries of death and terror ringing in my ears. With a menacing hiss, I see another vermin trying to scuttle away. Anger rises in me at their pitiful flight for freedom and escape. They won't escape. They won't!
Letting out a low wailing that I don't recognize as my own, I whirl my staff around and let the blade on the end come smashing into the man's skull. He cries out, short and cut off as his body falls limp against the wall, flames instantly devouring him. Grinning in mad triumph, I turn away from the bodies littering the room and calmly pad down the hallways, ears listening for my victims.
They all hurt you. Everyone one of these single bastards hurt you. They tore your life apart, ripping you from your family and loved ones. They kicked you, they stomped on you, they spat on you, and you could only cower like the helpless child you were. It angered me. It furiated me. No one would bring harm to you, no one, not when I was around. I was your guardian, I was your pillar of support, I was your best friend. I am your martyr. I will kill you you, I will hate for you, I will shed blood for you, I will fight for you.
I will die for you. I am your martyr.
~~~~~
Night has long since come and passed, Day making its painful wake into what is left of this barren world. I'm sitting in the one place I never would have expected. Our school, our room, where we would have our own private small meetings, where you'd sit quietly at my desk, researching on my laptop for the orginization who ripped your life apart, for revenge. Back then, you were the one shrouded in your darkness, I your beam of light. Oh how the tables have turned.
It is now I who is the darkness and you are the light. A question comes to me, will you save me? Or at least try to save me? I chuckle, of course not. Nothing can save me now. I've fallen so far, so low to be saved. Still, the shattered remains of my heart still can't help but hope that you will try, buried underneath my broken exterior. Even if you try, you will not save me. You can't. I'm blind to it all, blind to the salvaging light.
My red eyes suddenly flicker over to the open window, watching the gray dawn. Even after the dark hours of Night, it's still cold. So cold. And dark, blind. I'm cold and blind. I only see you, feel you. Sweet endearing, warm, gentle, and beautiful you. Everything else is futile, needless, nothing. Only you, in this cold bitter world. Only you. You and I. We are the world. Even if you hate me, even if you break my heart over and over, I will always love you. I will stand by you in this cold world, holding you in a blind embrace. Because you are mine, and I am yours. Even if you see through this bloodlust and shattered sanity, I will stand by you.
For I am your martyr.
