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Lonely Yet?
Topic Started: Oct 30 2010, 01:53 PM (180 Views)
White Wolf
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This story is more of a collection of scattered memories. The * will show every time the topic changes. But it's all about the same person.


*The very first place I was born among humans, not as the big bad wolf, but a wolf in sheep's clothing.... hah, literally. Back then, in that simple world, things were different than here, than this one. That was the beginning, and things were so simple, and beautiful and peaceful and right. Places and people were named after natural things. The town I was born in was called, Snowdrop. It was, as the name suggests, a snowy place. The humans knew about us then, and when I became fifteen, I remembered who I was, and the people weren't afraid when they found out too.
*The thirteen of us specifically asked the gatekeepers to keep our memories and our true selves burried in our subcincious minds until around fifteen years had passed, until our human bodies had aged that much. That way, we could live for those few seconds as nothing more than humans. And you know what? Sometimes, ignorance is bliss. I would give almost anything to have ignorance at this moment. And all because I am powerless, because Icannot find myself anymore.
*A hunter is near by. I can hear his every shot, how each one echoes across this valley, I can hear each shot echo off of every single blade of grass, and how each blade bends away, cringing from the violence, i can hear each shot, ringing through the air and cutting at me even as I hold my hands over my ears.
*I am the only one who can hear these wings of mine, the only one who can feel their feathers caress me, the only one who can see that they are darker than black. I am so like a human now, at this moment. I have the hopes, the ridiculous fears, the wants, the desires, the needs, the same ability to love and to destroy, but there is still a part of me that can never be human. That part of me is right now, curled up inside, crying, hurting.
*We specifically told the gatekeepers to not let our memories and our true selves surface until around fifteen yaers had passed, or until a tramatic event occured that would force us to rememeber to be able to cope with such an event.
*The humans knew about us then, and when I became fifteen, I remembered who I was, and the people weren't afraid when they found out too. Even the people who had caused me to remember, standing before me, painted in the red of life. One of them had asked, "Are you lonely yet?"
*Sometimes, we will find a human soul that is reincarnated aroundthe same times as us repeatedly, and we will claim them as our Human Reincarnation Brothers, and we will find happiness in them, even if they don't remember us in the next lifetime.
*A woman, who had been sent to kill me, approached me in a crowded bar, and asked me, "Why is it that you are so at ease in such a small crowded place?" I laughed lightly at her as I answered.
*One time, I got trapped in a small room with a group of people, and the person who trapped me was going to hurt one of my Human Reincarnation Brothers. I started to freak out, and as a result, all forty-three innocents died.
*A woman in a bar tried to kill after she asked me a question. She had attacked when I was laughing at her words, believing my gaurd to be down. In such a tight space, I couldn't counter right, and I accidentally broke her spine in two different places. I cradled her lifeless body in my arms and weeped for a very long time. I whispered to her dead ears the answer she never got. "You only saw the mask."
*People say that angels and demons are the loneliest beings in existence. I don't know about all demons, but we believe that loneliness does occasionally factor into the reasons why the king of demons tries to capture us, besides the use of our power. He does not age like other demons or humans. He will not age unless he purposefully takes on the body of a human. And even when his human shell dies, he will not. In this small way, the angels and the king of demons are alike.
*In a town called Snowdrop, a man, covered in bloody snowflakes, asked me if I was lonely yet. As I stood over his lifeless body, I whispered that I would never be alone. I would never feel loneliness stab at my heart.
*People say that angels and demons are the loneliest beings in existence. I wonder how they found out such truth.
*I had whispered over his lifeless body that I would never be lonely.
I lied.





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