Post by 4getregret on Jul 17, 2009 2:15:21 GMT -5
A/N: This is a short little oneshot I did a few months ago. The story is from Flippy's point of view after a night where his evil side got the better of him, and killed his friends...
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God damn him! Who does he think he is? He believes he can just take control of me and do what he wants whenever he feels like it, is that so? Well, I’ll give him another thing to think about! I’ve had enough of him!
He drives my friends away. Hell; he drives everyone away! And how? By killing them! This beast inside of me senses nothing but death and power; he believes that there are those who hunt, and those who are hunted. Little does he know that there are also those who don’t want to partake in it.
…Who am I kidding? I can’t do anything. He has complete power and supremacy over me. There is nothing I can do. Silence is my only surrender. I cannot stop him. I am too weak. I… I should just give up. Kill myself? That could work; he needs a host to survive, and without me, he would die. He’d die just like the rest of us. That could work.
Yes, yes it would! I’d go down, sure; but I’d take him down with me! His death would be a flame that would rekindle the hearts of the rest of the townsfolk! Maybe they then would have the strength to try to do something about this world that we live in.
This world… heh, this town, more like it. We cannot escape. We’re stuck here for the rest of our lives. We die every single day. It’s not fair! The pain we have to suffer… why do WE, among all living things, have to endure such a depressing and melancholy lifetime? …We don’t. They don’t. They shall overcome this thing that binds us here.
…Wait a minute. Am I a hypocrite? Here I am, talking to myself about them having the power to break from this curse… without using death as an outlet. Could I do the same? Could I break free from this demon without having to extinguish my own life? And how?…
…No. I can’t think like that. I will not commit the mortal crime of killing myself. I shall take this beast inside of me out one way or another, and it will NOT involve my own death. I will not follow Death… and all his friends. I will conquer death; it shall not conquer me.
…Hah, I’m so tired. Talking about escapes, and freedom from death. Is it true? Eh, who cares. It’s possibly merely a figment of my imagination. I should go to bed now… yes, sleep does sound good. And in my dreams, I shall ponder a way to free everyone in this God-forsaken land from this curse. But until then…
Goodnight, travel well.
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God damn him! Who does he think he is? He believes he can just take control of me and do what he wants whenever he feels like it, is that so? Well, I’ll give him another thing to think about! I’ve had enough of him!
He drives my friends away. Hell; he drives everyone away! And how? By killing them! This beast inside of me senses nothing but death and power; he believes that there are those who hunt, and those who are hunted. Little does he know that there are also those who don’t want to partake in it.
…Who am I kidding? I can’t do anything. He has complete power and supremacy over me. There is nothing I can do. Silence is my only surrender. I cannot stop him. I am too weak. I… I should just give up. Kill myself? That could work; he needs a host to survive, and without me, he would die. He’d die just like the rest of us. That could work.
Yes, yes it would! I’d go down, sure; but I’d take him down with me! His death would be a flame that would rekindle the hearts of the rest of the townsfolk! Maybe they then would have the strength to try to do something about this world that we live in.
This world… heh, this town, more like it. We cannot escape. We’re stuck here for the rest of our lives. We die every single day. It’s not fair! The pain we have to suffer… why do WE, among all living things, have to endure such a depressing and melancholy lifetime? …We don’t. They don’t. They shall overcome this thing that binds us here.
…Wait a minute. Am I a hypocrite? Here I am, talking to myself about them having the power to break from this curse… without using death as an outlet. Could I do the same? Could I break free from this demon without having to extinguish my own life? And how?…
…No. I can’t think like that. I will not commit the mortal crime of killing myself. I shall take this beast inside of me out one way or another, and it will NOT involve my own death. I will not follow Death… and all his friends. I will conquer death; it shall not conquer me.
…Hah, I’m so tired. Talking about escapes, and freedom from death. Is it true? Eh, who cares. It’s possibly merely a figment of my imagination. I should go to bed now… yes, sleep does sound good. And in my dreams, I shall ponder a way to free everyone in this God-forsaken land from this curse. But until then…
Goodnight, travel well.