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Melodious_silence Junior Member
since 2004-01-05
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The cold tiles beneathe my feet lazily slipped from beneath me. I tread down the somber corridor trying to find my way. Dark shadows silohuetted as I passed them. The figures groaned low unearthly pleas as their mouths gaped in agony. I would never be one of them. I refused. My hands graced the chilled bricks. ~Why am I here?~ The question pulsed in my veins and echoed in my mind as I made my way down the unlit hall. ~And why is everyone going in the wrong direction?~ I quickend my pace. I felt their poison secreting from their pores, like an aura. It entangled itself from my own, diseasing it with their vermin-like thoughts. I pushed past these figures, elbowing and jostling my way through the crowd. Their thoughts began to corrode my flesh. I could feel the white intensity burning into my soul. I began to cry helplessly as I closed my eyes and fought my way through the beings that seemed to get more dense by the moment. They practically saturating the halls, making it impossible to move. Freedom came finally and I broke free of the fevered flesh that had brushed up against my own. My clammy hands braced my arms together and I glided down the empty corridor shaking violently. Everyone was alseep. Sleeping their maniacal dreams of sanity, something they would never obtain. The Willows of Gold always wept. Their hearts were miserable, always lacking sunlight. I did not pity them. They weren't alive. The stench they emitted was like the scent of sulfur. Everywhere they went the stench of idiocy followed. I was safe. Secluded only to my private thoughts, nothing could go wrong. I had to make things perfect. I could chance catching their diseases. Quietly I made my way down to the community kitchen. I knew my way around rather thoroughly. I had been trapped like the Eagle of Odin since before my wings would allow me to fly. I easily avoided the nurses and quietly slipped through the doors they had locked but left to shut by themselves. I had to be careful and follow the tempo. If a note was too flat or too sharp the whole symphony witnessed a catastrophe of a performance. I urged down the hall catching the rhythm, singing my song. The world around me was my harmony and I was the melody. After a few minutes of practice, I slid into the kitchen. It was time to prepare myself for the performance. I began to fling open drawers, looking for the utensils. I searched frantically, knowing that the sun would appear within time and the 'sane' ones would ruin my plan. And that wasn't to be allowed. A wave of relief washed over my body as sparkling silver glared back into my eyes. I held my instrument. I was ready to play. I broke out of the kitchen, reminding myself to keep time. Tempo, rhythm. I moved around the jail like it was my sheet of music. Everything was in place and my instrument was tune perfectly. I felt a huge, almost insane grin spread across my face. I was going to sing my song. In a matter of minutes I would be conducting the orchestra! I turned calmly into the ward. An array of beds, columns and rows, filled the room. Every last one of them, exhausted with a living, breathing, diseased body. All except for one. The lights dimmed and the audience hushed. They awaited their famous player they loved so dearly. It was time. I slipped along the beds and chose indiscrimately, they were all going to die anyway. "J'aime la musique," I whispered softly as my eyes glazed over. I had to be rid of them. My victim opened her eyes and started at the sight of my instrument poised over her chest. I leaped ontop of her and showed no mercy. She screamed wildly-insanely-and woke the ward. I began to conduct. Keeping my tempo, I swiveled around, demolishing anyone within my area. Their voices were all in tune, harmonizing an octove of an E. Loud and beautiful. I could hear the audience shouting: "Encore! Encore!" So I gave them more. I attacked a man in a white uniform, hurtling him to the ground and taking his life for my own. Something salty and warm traced my lips, splattered my face, and doused my arms. (Et tu Brute?)>Caesar, William Shakespeare< The taste was good and pleasant. It gave me a life of energy. "One, two, three, four!" I chanted keeping time and rhythm. "One and a two, three four e and one..." The music boomed with success and my orchestra fell silent. Dead tired. I wiped my instrument and sterilized it with my shirt. I had to be careful not to catch their crazy, bloody diseases. I grinned, pleased with myself and bowed to my audience taht lay motionless on the cold hard floor. |
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Dusk Treader
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since 1999-06-18
Posts 1187St. Paul, MN |
Wow, this was a rather disturbing piece of writing. The killer's viewpoint and his delusion of being a composer in some bloody symphony was rather interesting. Such cacophony and he sees only his melody. I'd just like to offer one piece of advice, this being only on formatting. Try double spacing your paragraphs, it makes for much easier reading, especialy on a computer screen. This was an enjoyable though disturbing little tale. A contrast to your last piece without a doubt. "Knowledge is far superior to Belief, for Belief is the way of the uniformed." - Scott Cunningham |
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