Post by Thistle on Nov 1, 2007 15:29:46 GMT -8
Well this is one of the things I wrote in Creative writing. This one is an inner monologue by Perin after Deekin died. It currently hasn't happened yet. I'm fond of it.
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Politics. That's what got me into this mess. They don't play by the rules here. You don't go after the assassin. You go after the one who hired the killer. Why should I get in trouble for doing my job? It's not my fault that I find killing irresistible. Well, I guess it kind of is. I'm the one who stole these bracers. I didn't really care about the curse or consequences. I wanted the benefits.
Truly, it isn't much of a curse. Blood-lust is hardly anything compared to what I've been through in my life. I have truly been to hell and back. Contrary to popular belief it is quite cold there. But I managed it. I had to. I needed to get back to Deekin. There was no way he would be able to take care of himself. He proved that to me recently. He got himself poisoned.
Of course he had to do it while we were on a newly discovered continent that did not have an antidote you could get easily. So, in the end, I had to kill him. I think that was the hardest thing I have ever done. When he looked up at me with his little eyes. They were so trusting. So different than my own cynical, hate filled ones. I almost couldn't do it, but I told him I would. It was the only thing I could do as his "boss". I had failed to save him. My closest and dearest friend. I didn't deserve his title. If anything he was above me.
I guess that is actually how I got into this little fiasco. Instead of drowning my sorrows in ale, like most normal people do, I took comfort in the stupid, wretched town's politics. They don't even play right! I should just kill the whole lot of them!
I should just just give into the blood-lust. Just go into that comfortable red haze. Feel the soothing, warm, red liquid as it cascades over my hands. Watch their eyes lose all emotion and turn glassy and vague. Hear the symphony of screams and sobbing as my victim's loved ones watch in sorrowful horror as I cut them down, one by one. If I killed everyone I could loot the place too. That would mean more pay for me.
I could rebuild this nasty slum of a place into a prosperous haven for people like me. Thieves and cut-throats. Burglars and murderers. Put whoever I wanted in power and let them handle all the paperwork and problems. I'd check in from time to time. Make sure they still know who is the absolute boss. Who runs the show.
Yes, I think I will succumb. It's so peaceful when I do. After all, this will only make my life more comfortable. It's for my benefit. And that's all that matters.
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Politics. That's what got me into this mess. They don't play by the rules here. You don't go after the assassin. You go after the one who hired the killer. Why should I get in trouble for doing my job? It's not my fault that I find killing irresistible. Well, I guess it kind of is. I'm the one who stole these bracers. I didn't really care about the curse or consequences. I wanted the benefits.
Truly, it isn't much of a curse. Blood-lust is hardly anything compared to what I've been through in my life. I have truly been to hell and back. Contrary to popular belief it is quite cold there. But I managed it. I had to. I needed to get back to Deekin. There was no way he would be able to take care of himself. He proved that to me recently. He got himself poisoned.
Of course he had to do it while we were on a newly discovered continent that did not have an antidote you could get easily. So, in the end, I had to kill him. I think that was the hardest thing I have ever done. When he looked up at me with his little eyes. They were so trusting. So different than my own cynical, hate filled ones. I almost couldn't do it, but I told him I would. It was the only thing I could do as his "boss". I had failed to save him. My closest and dearest friend. I didn't deserve his title. If anything he was above me.
I guess that is actually how I got into this little fiasco. Instead of drowning my sorrows in ale, like most normal people do, I took comfort in the stupid, wretched town's politics. They don't even play right! I should just kill the whole lot of them!
I should just just give into the blood-lust. Just go into that comfortable red haze. Feel the soothing, warm, red liquid as it cascades over my hands. Watch their eyes lose all emotion and turn glassy and vague. Hear the symphony of screams and sobbing as my victim's loved ones watch in sorrowful horror as I cut them down, one by one. If I killed everyone I could loot the place too. That would mean more pay for me.
I could rebuild this nasty slum of a place into a prosperous haven for people like me. Thieves and cut-throats. Burglars and murderers. Put whoever I wanted in power and let them handle all the paperwork and problems. I'd check in from time to time. Make sure they still know who is the absolute boss. Who runs the show.
Yes, I think I will succumb. It's so peaceful when I do. After all, this will only make my life more comfortable. It's for my benefit. And that's all that matters.