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Post by Winters on Jul 2, 2007 15:52:19 GMT -8
Who IS The Big Bad Wolf?... Part I * * * * * * * * * * * * * "..."* * * * * * * * * * * * * "GET THEM INTO THE HOSPITAL! NOW!""Oh my GOD, what happened here!?" "Victims from Public High School #259." "DEAR LORD, MOVE, MOVE! ONTO THE STRETCHER, NOW!""That kid over there.. he's not moving.." "Yeah, but look at that other guy. Is his EYE gouged out!?" "Jesus Christ! Someone get them to the E.R.! They're bleeding to death!""..This one's already gone.."
Already gone...
...Already gone...
Already gone. * * * * * * * * * * * * * "Hey... you there...? You there, you little fuck!? ARE YOU THERE!?"* * * * * * * * * * * * * "You don't understand, doctor. This boy KILLED him---" "Perhaps you're not aware of the oath we take. Besides, who did you say started this?---" "THAT'S NOT THE POINT! MY SON IS DEAD! DO YOU UNDERSTAND THAT!? DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH TROUBLE THAT WHITE-HAIRED PUNK'S CAUSING OUR FAMILY!? WE'RE GOING INTO DEBT BECAUSE OF HIM, BECAUSE OF THE FUNERAL!" "*Sigh* We have to treat him. We'll turn him over to the law, once he is able to make the trip, but until then... we have to repair the tissue within his head of his left eye now. Now, if you'll excuse me.." "HOLD ON A SECOND THERE!..." ...
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... * * * * * * * * * * * * * "It hurts... I can't feel... my left eye... Jonathan. What did you do? What is this? What did you do to us, Jonathan?"
"...I know what you said. You cannot lie to me. Your unstable right now. You little FUCK YOU'RE UNSTABLE RIGHT NOW."* * * * * * * * * * * * * "...Is... THAT his eye? Dear God... it's completely... 'bitten' in half..."
"Its impossible to repair."
"And while we stopped the internal bleeding, it will be impossible for this kid to see out of his left eye, ever again..." Ever again...
Ever again...
Ever again.* * * * * * * * * * * * * "Do you think... I'll let you get away with this? Hmm?"
"HMM!?"
"You stupid fuck."
"YOU STUPID, STUTTERING FUCK!"* * * * * * * * * * * * * ...
*Blink*
Jonathan sat up---*SLAM*
All he saw was blue. Clouds. Everything so innocent. But his back was tired and full of weight. It hurt. His whole body hurt. Tried lifting his head up, to see... trying to get off the ground, off the grass, but something was increasing the gravity on his body. ..Slowly though, he'd raise it up.
And his eyes would go wide at what he saw."..."Thrush..."Bleeding. Cuts and scraps all around his body. But... couldn't see Thrush out of his left eye. Why was that? ..Seemed as though "Thrush" was missing his left eye as well. And his body was held up, by a metal pole, uncomfortable black metal chaining his arms, stretching him down, hardened metal shoes, build into the ground, keeping him stuck where he was. And he struggled. The hoops encircling his body, never allowing him to sit down, never allowing him to rest. Eyes were cast down, as blood poured out of it. Sorrow? Thrushs were flying overhead, circling around them... blackened sky, with dark clouds over the one portion of this realm, that he controlled, that he was confined to.
Bared his teeth. He tried to lunge at Jonathan... but with all the restraints put on him...---
"---You threatened 'her'. Did you?""S-So w-what i-if I-I d-did?" ..Control flowing back into him, as Jonathan slowly stood back up. Coughed out a laugh... but slowly, gingerly, raised up his hand to his left eye, to touch it---"O-Ow..."Pulling it back, albeit slowly, he looked at it. Looked at it. Blood."...G-Guess I-I s-screwed u-up t-then---""PAY ATTENTION TO ME, YOU FUCK!"
Could feel a sticky substance slamming onto his face.. sliding down it... Spit. Thank God.
He knew where "Thrush" was coming at. They were both men of integrity. Held up their word, regardless. But that didn't stop Jonathan from liking some of "Thrush's" decisions of 'integrity' without his consent. Picking up a new master... pah. Hahahahaha...
So stupid. Yet, so simple and easy to figure out. An evil grin grew on Jonathan's face."..I-I d-don't h-have t-to. I-I a-already k-know wh-what's g-going o-on. D-Doesn't t-take a-a g-genius t-to f-figure o-out w-what Y-YOU'RE t-thinking... p-peh. I-It's a-almost p-pathetic.." he stopped, unable to resist from chuckling a little bit, resting his left arm across his chest, as he let his right elbow sit on it, to hold up his face, somewhat stooping over... "...Y-You l-like h-her, d-don't y-you?"..Thrush stopped struggling for a moment. Jonathan couldn't help it. He bared his teeth as he laughed.. GOT YOU. "YOU'VE GOT A CRUSH ON THE SCHOOL CAPTAIN, IS THAT IT!?" Didn't stutter. So.
True, eh?
Pathetic.
Really, truly pathetic. And thoughtless."HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH... Y-YOU F-FUCK! I-I G-GAVE U-UP C-CALAMITY F-FOR TH-THE P-PLAN! Y-YOUR J-JUST A-AN I-INSANE F-FUCK! I-I S-SHOULD R-REMOVE Y-YOU, I-IF Y-YOU'RE G-GOING T-TO B-BE T-THIS M-MUCH O-OF A-A L-LIABILITY... W-WHY I-I E-EVEN C-CREATED Y-YOU I-IS B-BEYOND M-ME.. HAHAHAH---""Wroooooo-ong... Wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong... Lee-tle Jona-than..."
...Such a dangerous sing-song voice, just suddenly, coming out from "Thrush". Grinning now, as if he knew something. And the ground around him shook. The blood was receding back into his body.. as slowly, he pulled at the chains. And for once... they seemed to give.
"...WHO'S afraid of ze Big BAD wolf?"
Another tug. "N-No."[/pre] "Ze BIG bad WOLF?" A larger tug.. the ash-colored chains were giving, growing weaker...[/i] "S-STOP!"
His feet struggled to.. and the dents came out, nails flying... Jonathan's eye... widening."WHO'S A-FRAID OF ZE BIG BAD VOLF!?"
The chains broke.
And Thrush disappeared...
...With a whisper that only Jonathan could hear.
Right.
Next.
To.
Him.
"...I know zat I am...---" * * * * * * * * * * * * * "DOCTOR! GET IN HERE QUICK! IT'S PATIENT #0004!" "What? What is it!?" "...I think he's having a seizure..." |
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"Thrush"
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"I suppose... I vas afraid of ze big bad volf?"
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Post by "Thrush" on Jul 7, 2007 23:09:14 GMT -8
* * * * * * * * * * * * * I did not create you to understand.
You are a part of me, after all.
Therefore, there is... was no need for you to understand.
What you were was simple enough. Perfect enough.
But then, I seem to have forgotten that purity remains in ideals only.
Not humans.
Values themselves are incorruptible. Morales, ideals, are incorruptible in thought, in theory. The principles and ideas are perfect in free-form theory. In theory.
...But given human form...
...Well, lets just say I'm surprised that this lasted as long as it did.
But this little game is over.
You have defeated your own purpose, so therefore...
You are obsolete.
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...Jonathan ...Winters.* * * * * * * * * * * * * Falling through the sky, downward to the streets, from the endlessly high sky scrapers that surrounded him. The city of his mind... of their mind. Hardened black chains trailing after him in the endless sky, the endless heights. Eyes glowing red... brighter than the sun of their world.
You're moving too fast..
You're moving too fast...
You're moving too fast....
WATCH YOURSELF!
A grin exploding on his face, wickedly.. as Jonathan came falling after him, sword in hand. Accelerating towards him, a large blade hilted on his back, which he quickly unsheathed, aiming the point at "Thrush"
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA... YOU DO NOT SOLELY CONTROL THIS WORLD, JONATHAN. DO NOT UNDERESTIMATE ME.."
Holding back. All this time. Holding back.
The blackened chains suddenly wrapped themselves around "Thrush's" arms and legs, as he twirled them about, leaving a little excess from his right. Quickly gripping the end with his left hand, he raveled it around, 'til he had a nice tight hold on it. And slammed it up, to catch the falling blade, bouncing it back, pushing Jonathan back.
Those eyes... no. That 'eye'. A sight of fear. Of shock. Of fright. For so long, had Jonathan held dominance, for so long had "Thrush" allowed him this, squandering himself, letting himself be squandered... but no more. Jonathan was not the master here.
...And to really think that "Thrush" had hoped to make Jonathan replace him, at one time. Pathetic.
Cracks zoomed across the skyscrapers at odd interchanging angles. The sun itself died as darkness and light mingled with one another, boundaries breaking. The perfect reality which the "Jonathan Winters" had worked so hard to construct, shattering in an instant. The broken buildings falling up slowly, debris and loose concrete clattering together, as all fell into the endless sky. Dissolving into ash, as the clouds swallowed them up into the beyond. Memories. The foundation of thought and reason. Any and all principles. Returning to Thrush. Letting him feel once more. And in turn, crimson rain fell back, but it was not blood. It was anguish, the suffering, all the pent up discontentment, the frustrations... revealing truth. The truth.
"Jonathan Winters" was a lie.
...But he was real. He is real. Just... in a lesser, more hollow shell of himself.
Chains glowed hot red, as "Thrush" whipped it around his arm, and flung it, towards "Jonathan" before quickly retracting. Jonathan had dodged by averting it just above his left shoulder, vectoring in the winds to push himself out of the way, but he no longer had as complete control as he once did. No. This was not his world. It was theirs.
THEIRS.
"HYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"
Holding up his knee... the ground suddenly went crashing up to meet them, "Thrush" landing perfectly... but Jonathan suddenly crumpling. But it did not take long for him to stand back up.. reassembling himself. No. He would not die that easily... "Thrush" had made him of tougher stuff than that. ...But to think that he would go against his own creation...
Drop by drop fell... and "Jonathan" was shuddering with every bit that hit him. Writhing in pain. Absolute pain.* * * * * * * * * * * * * Perhaps you do not understand origin.
That is my doing, of course.
You wonder why 'you' would've created such a barbaric person such as myself? Why? Because you wanted to make yourself pure? Comrade... thoze were MEIN ideas...
I wanted to start over. Start fresh. But how could I? I was already born, I saw the troubles of ze world. Saw its flaws, was not... innocent.
It was only obvious that I would have to create someone like you. Fresh. New. Someone innocent. Like a clean sheet of paper, with no marks on it... sort of like newly fallen snow.
I gave you my name. My life. My body. My spirit. My mind. My soul.
You ARE "Jonathan Winters"...
Gave you life when we were in Military School. The quiet reserved boy. Gave you memories to make you think that you were the original. That 'Father' killed Mother. Erased any and all memories of "Grandpa", of the "Alter Mann". Hah.
You know nothing.
More than one reason why I created you.
I DO want to kill "Father". Oh believe me, that hasn't changed. But not because he killed "Mother".
...Because he could NOT protect "Mother".
He was WEAK.
But I could not fight "Father". No. Because I was weaker still.
I have hated weakness since then.
Stripped myself of my sanity, of my goodness... and gave it to you. All of it to you. Created you from scratch, from the fabrications of my very 'being', I conceived you.
You ARE me... the complete and entire essence of purity, innocence, goodness, the righteousness, the honor. The chaste.
In turn, I left for myself all that was fruitless and barren. Gave myself unto all perversities, all evils, made myself your dog, and you the master. Gave you the right to destroy me, to erase me.
"Who's a-fraid of ze big bad wolf?..."
I am.
I was.
But ze BIG BAD VOLF turned out to be nothing worse then the thrush he kept caged up, and all the worse, more terrible...
...Yet, I am afraid that I found this out much too late. A failed experiment, both you and I...
...But you are no longer fit. You have crossed the boundary.
For I had forgotten one thing.
Thoughts are incorruptible.
Principles are incorruptible.
Ideas are incorruptible.
Theories are incorruptible.
...But humans are.
And what if you were to give the personification of all that was good human form?
...If you tried to give the personification of all that was evil?
HYUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA---
I only wish I had foreseen this sooner. But by that time... it was too late. You were falling in love. I was falling in love. And now this becomes a battle of man against man. I was becoming human. Worse. You were becoming human.
So much had you fallen into anger against your own weakness, that I could not catch all of it. Aye. I see it in you, as well as I. Our schism has become an obsolete matter. And ironically, reunification is also unacceptable. I can no longer accept you back into me, your personality... just as much as you can't. I know you know hate now. That you know sadism. That you feel hurt. That you feel suffering. My own burdens, you bringing them upon yourself.
...Just as much as how that girl has made me feel more alive and complete then I ever had. Ever since the schism.
It hurts.* * * * * * * * * * * * * Swinging about his chains over his head, as they burst into flame, legs rushing ahead of one another, absolute bloodlust fueling his eyes, he swung it at Jonathan, who leaped out of the way, raising the earth afore to catch it, but the chain cam swirling back to "Thrush" as he swung it about. New swords and shields fell from the sky, enclosing "Jonathan".. a grin coming from that bastard's face. Pulling up what appeared to be a bastard sword, he rushed in, jumping at "Thrush".
"OHNOYOUDON'T!!!" * * * * * * * * * * * * * I will kill you. Kill you and absorb whatever is left, so that I may become one again. Or you will kill me.
...Just... make it stop.
Make the hurting stop.
Make the blood stop dripping.
I can't sleep... without seeing that girl I mauled...
Can't sleep.
You won't escape.
Can't escape. * * * * * * * * * * * * * "---Wait. Wait... the convulsions seem to be settling. Gimme that needle! Let's.. check to see what's going on here...""But... doctor...---" "---Give it time. Give it time. There's...---"...Give it time. |
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