Post by Scene on Aug 15, 2009 18:25:46 GMT -8
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The small skittering of feet and the silent pitter patter of a mouse accompanied the awakening. His eyes seemed heavy, almost as though they were weighted. The morning, still without light, was dull. It felled him. He sat up, a bare arm sliding from his chest as the blankets were thrown back. The body of a girl, naked and sleeping, was brought into the dim light of the run-down candle on his desk. A deep breath. He sat on the edge of his bed, running his hands over the smooth, slick metal of his mask. He itched. His body tingled. He needed to draw. He went over to his small work area, pulling open the drawer of his desk and pulling out a cigarette. He sat in the chair without lighting it, and began to etch his way back into strength, drawing the face of the girl he had just exhausted.
Beautiful. long black hair, her skin like polished pearl. Her scent- it was intoxicating, a liquid rose culminating and puncturing the very fragments of his mind. Her deep, sky blue eyes, shining like polished glass, fracturing into thousands of tiny lights. The life in her limbs, her body like a snake yet held with an air of nobility. Her hands were soft and smooth, the touch causing sensations only he would know and enjoy and cherish. Her mouth- so hot- teasing and tantalizing him with her tongue and blood red lipstick. He could still see her body- glimmering with sweat, moving with such grace atop him. His eyes rolled back as he drew, remembering every detail of her, right down to the painted toenails and the scar on her shoulderblade.
His pencil flew, scratched, whizzed across the paper, grunts coming from his lips as he grew breathless. He slammed it down when he was done, the body in his bed rolling over with the noise but only in sleep, shifting to find that perfect position for her hourglass figure. He breathed deeply, eyes crazed as he stared into her eyes, looking back at him with accusations from the paper. Then, almost as suddenly as it started, the knot in his chest released, and he closed his burning eyes. He stood, removing the smoke from his lips and placing it on the table before walking to his dresser to get a shirt. He slid it open, grabbing a white tshirt and throwing it over his bare chest. He grabbed his jacket, black in color.
He sighed. Everything had to end sometime.
He grabbed the bottle from his dresser, popping the cap and dumping it slowly on the covers over her. He made sure none would get directly on her body. Not yet. He walked over, grabbing his cig and sticking it in his mouth. He grabbed the candle and walked over to her. He looked down at this sublime creature, this Alpha to his Omega. He placed the bottle in her hand and used the candle to light his smoke. Then he dropped the candle on her blankets. The fire engulfed the gasoline, torching his bed in seconds, overtaking his arm that held the jacket. There was no pain. He brought his hand out, still on fire, throwing the jacket over his shoulders and slipping his arms through the sleeves. the Flames on him winked out, huge tufts of acrid ash and smoke rising from his body as he walked out the door, the girl screaming.
No sooner had he shut it then the bottle exploded into flame, bringing earth-shattering screams as her body burned.
He walked down the stairs, opening the front door to his apartment and walking outside, the entire building turning into one massive inferno, the screams going silent just after he shut the door, nothing but hoarse cries and pleading moans coming from his window.
He thought of nothing, regretting nothing. He had six blocks- six blocks to School. No sooner had his foot stamped down on Campus grounds did his smile return once more.
'Class will be starting soon... Wouldn't want to be late.'
The small skittering of feet and the silent pitter patter of a mouse accompanied the awakening. His eyes seemed heavy, almost as though they were weighted. The morning, still without light, was dull. It felled him. He sat up, a bare arm sliding from his chest as the blankets were thrown back. The body of a girl, naked and sleeping, was brought into the dim light of the run-down candle on his desk. A deep breath. He sat on the edge of his bed, running his hands over the smooth, slick metal of his mask. He itched. His body tingled. He needed to draw. He went over to his small work area, pulling open the drawer of his desk and pulling out a cigarette. He sat in the chair without lighting it, and began to etch his way back into strength, drawing the face of the girl he had just exhausted.
Beautiful. long black hair, her skin like polished pearl. Her scent- it was intoxicating, a liquid rose culminating and puncturing the very fragments of his mind. Her deep, sky blue eyes, shining like polished glass, fracturing into thousands of tiny lights. The life in her limbs, her body like a snake yet held with an air of nobility. Her hands were soft and smooth, the touch causing sensations only he would know and enjoy and cherish. Her mouth- so hot- teasing and tantalizing him with her tongue and blood red lipstick. He could still see her body- glimmering with sweat, moving with such grace atop him. His eyes rolled back as he drew, remembering every detail of her, right down to the painted toenails and the scar on her shoulderblade.
His pencil flew, scratched, whizzed across the paper, grunts coming from his lips as he grew breathless. He slammed it down when he was done, the body in his bed rolling over with the noise but only in sleep, shifting to find that perfect position for her hourglass figure. He breathed deeply, eyes crazed as he stared into her eyes, looking back at him with accusations from the paper. Then, almost as suddenly as it started, the knot in his chest released, and he closed his burning eyes. He stood, removing the smoke from his lips and placing it on the table before walking to his dresser to get a shirt. He slid it open, grabbing a white tshirt and throwing it over his bare chest. He grabbed his jacket, black in color.
He sighed. Everything had to end sometime.
He grabbed the bottle from his dresser, popping the cap and dumping it slowly on the covers over her. He made sure none would get directly on her body. Not yet. He walked over, grabbing his cig and sticking it in his mouth. He grabbed the candle and walked over to her. He looked down at this sublime creature, this Alpha to his Omega. He placed the bottle in her hand and used the candle to light his smoke. Then he dropped the candle on her blankets. The fire engulfed the gasoline, torching his bed in seconds, overtaking his arm that held the jacket. There was no pain. He brought his hand out, still on fire, throwing the jacket over his shoulders and slipping his arms through the sleeves. the Flames on him winked out, huge tufts of acrid ash and smoke rising from his body as he walked out the door, the girl screaming.
No sooner had he shut it then the bottle exploded into flame, bringing earth-shattering screams as her body burned.
He walked down the stairs, opening the front door to his apartment and walking outside, the entire building turning into one massive inferno, the screams going silent just after he shut the door, nothing but hoarse cries and pleading moans coming from his window.
He thought of nothing, regretting nothing. He had six blocks- six blocks to School. No sooner had his foot stamped down on Campus grounds did his smile return once more.
'Class will be starting soon... Wouldn't want to be late.'
