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Post by Kodiak on Apr 28, 2018 18:00:47 GMT -5
Zed was silent. His tongue didn't attempt an excuse or apology, nor did it procure a word in his defense. While she scolded him he simply grinned, with an allure of flawless straight ivories, a most crooked grin. If there was any benefit of knowing this child long term it would be to catch him in a lie with that sly smile. Both boys appeared ignorant in regards to the truth of the girl's vague confession as well as unaware of her brother's death. While Zed remained undisturbed, Max was immensely perturbed. "Are you bloody daft? I didn't touch you." After a few attempts with his one arm he regained his footing with an unbalanced stumble. This time he reached out to Zed. "I am not her bro! She must be talking about that scumbag, not me." He could not resist but feel, underneath his confusion, betrayed by Augito's sudden accusations. "She's just a hot mess right now." The boy snorted in crude humor at his own wit. "Well more than usual." Unintentionally making a fool of Max, Zed was deaf and uninterested in his trivial attempts to preserve his image. He was passionately mesmerized by her wretched hand he embraced with an almost bittersweet melancholy, like the short, temporary passing of a brilliant bird with wings not clipped, as if the beauty was fleeting. "Forget him, love. What if I told you I could make you a whole family? Would that persuade you?" Athwart the pair a blasphemous behemoth bellowed with a barbarous cacophony. Intertwined with the wild feral nature of the din was an edge of malicious contempt. Before the girl would be granted a moment to reply to Zed's offer or retrieve her mitt Zed would be overcome by a mass bettering his size. Nasty barbs impaled the boy's mantle with the mighty force of a bear. But the boy did not bleed his stark white blood. To the unobservant eye he would even appear unscathed, yet under keen scrutiny one could his essence being siphoned from him. His abstract aspect was returned to the aura among them-the air, the breath, the energy, and the essence of starlight. The imposter vanished. Remaining in place of the counterfeit Zed was the assailant. Differing from his general alabaster hue, this creation was wreathed in a brilliant cloak woven of lustrous ivory silk keen and silvery at the ends like an avian's feather. With each movement the brilliant plumage flowed in fluid ripples. However grand the creature was, he did not hold a noble stance, his mantles slouched and his banner trailing on the filthy pavement. A putrid froth coated his lips and a thick tar leaked from his parted chops. Nasty gash carved the length of his face still fervent and festered, without mending, the beast was ill. Once a gift the blessing of rejuvenation had transformed into a curse for the black toxin ravaged his innards repeatedly. He was escorted with a frail frame exterior sinking with a famished depression on his flanks, waned in comparison to his prior vigor. Primal was his anatomy, not contrasting from his previous construct, however the elegant cape now adorning his hide brought about a tamed aspect. One could easily mistake the chimera for a lovely dog if it were not for his distinct cat eyes. With a selfish longing he peered at her, peculiar orbs imploring like a mongrel for scraps, foolishly searching her face for a trace of recognition after the recent fluctuation in his appearance. A low, woeful whine reverberated from the ravenous depths of his predatory gullet.
It's me.
Straining his damaged lid, Zed slowly forced the swollen orb enough to reveal the distinct carmine glow in naive hopes that it may spark familiarity. Bulbous audits pressed firmly against his pitiful skull further expressing his prior hostile position as a sorry victim. Zed's childlike nature she unearthed was active, chaste and sheltered from his spiteful psyche. Succumbing to his suffering the dog sunk to the ground with his tongue lolled and eyes opaque in torment.
I'm on my own. I was always on my own. It never bothered me, I never knew any better. And then you came along. Who could believe one could feel so alone with another always by their side? You were always smiling at me..like you were at a loss..like you were a little bit sad.. and I thought to myself, how can someone be..as pretty as her? I know you did not love me..I was just the pat on the back and pick- me-up that you needed to get by every day, but the little moments I've been with you, shared with you, you showed me what it would have felt like to be with another. It made me miserable. Every time I walked or pushed you away, I just felt more and more alone. Did you think of me? Search for me? I got so alone... alone. How could I live my life without you now? Some day I'll move on, right? So I stayed. But I was sure that I hated you. I made you cry..held you when you cried ...your tears brought me comfort.
Lately I've had to to do things most would regret doing and it made me realize sometimes we are put in situations where we have no other options in order to protect ourselves. And in the worst cases these situations clash with other's. It's no one's fault. You did what you could to keep yourself going. I do not hate you. I do not hate Emile or my brother for what they did. I simply hate the world that puts us in these situations and I don't think I could've ever forgive it. We're both children who never got the chance to grow up. We belong together. How much more do you need to go through to understand this-to understand me?
She would be unable to fathom the pitiful creature's thoughts. He had displayed his ugliness to her again in a manner more civil but truth equally crude, neither atoning nor requesting her forgiveness. His build had forsaken and forgotten the appearance she once accepted him with. Zed was unable nor willing to change, yet he still pressed for her approval with his typical selfishness. With a blanche husk as alluring as his cupid wings he once donned before her, he reached out to her silently, unable to say a word.
It's me, Augito. Dont forget me.
"Zed is surely 'one who wanted to be loved. Only someone who understands the loneliness can help him."
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Post by asail on May 1, 2018 0:17:33 GMT -5
The simple girl’s eyes brightened. “A whole family—” The force of Zed’s attack took in her words like a rushing wind. Her hair whipped her face and her large, staring eyes. The Zed who offered her a family, the Zed who may not have been real, disappeared. There should have been blood. There was always blood. Had she been dreaming? Had she only imagined Zed offering her a family? The beast’s powerful body sagged to the ground. It stared at her, in pain. She stared back, mind seized up. Like petals wilt from a flower, her memory of the conversation came apart, and the feelings of shock and fear, piece by piece, grew hazy, and it was just this creature’s gaze and hers. Not even for a single moment did she recognize him. But she felt a deep and agonizing sympathy for it. Softly, she approached the bizarre and abominable creature as something living and all alone. She sat on her knees by its face and reached up to her head and placed the crown of flowers upon him. She turned a sad face to Max. “Can we do anything?”
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Post by Kodiak on May 1, 2018 0:56:24 GMT -5
This child didn't understand rejection. Like the foreign substance knowing at his gut the feeling was not cohesive with him. His spite had always protected him from cruelty. Their gazes locked, both lost in more ways than one, and he felt his naivety stray away with her addled expression. The creature was then still, as if embraced by the heavy weight of rest, or cessation. Only when she crouched down to next to him did his eerie cat eyes trace her movements like a painting with eyes that follow. Max did not share her sympathy, wishing to divert her hand away from the chimera. He called out to her anxiously. "Wait idiot get the hell away from it!" The boy would be unable to stop the virtuous girl in time. Zed lunged for her throat as she peered away with a vicious strength beyond his venerable ruse. -----------------------------------------------------------------------------
Isaac Isaac was the kind that could not stay ruffled for long. His amiable nature was peace loving, and hearing Augito's gratitude kindled a warmth in the core of his gullet. The soil felt softer beneath his mitts and the wind grazed him with a more gentle caress. Acceptance had embraced him with a refreshing inhale of his new life to begin. After losing his human image the beast felt an unsettling melancholy and the air was stagnant. The boy-beast had followed his old companions around the area with unrequited feelings and an absent resolve. Augito may not have identified him, his nativity was not that shallow, but she had still thanked and addressed him like a fellow person and not an animal. With that significant gesture Isaac no longer felt shame and was prepared to trim the threads that interwove him to this town. But as the bear lumbered away he was aware he was being observed. As a project, studied and examined, this was a feeling he would never disregard. His visitor was of no surprise and undesired company. A pungent stench had polluted the forest since Zed had returned to this town. " What do you want, Zed?" The bear was without need of a human tongue for another child of the company to understand him. " For you to stay out of my way." " They were just in your way too? All the people you've hurt, I mean." When there was no response, Isaac persisted. " Maybe revenge then, am I right? Those employees at the company had families Zed. Children. And now all those children are orphans just like we were." Zed shook his head, " I want to leave a scar on this place. So deep that I can't be forgotten." " I...I've over looked so many things you've done because you're my friend. Gosh, you were my friend. What is your excuse this time for hurting her? Haven't you left her more than enough to remember you by." " I am helping her. In return Augito will leave the mark that I couldn't." "Wow oh wow. That wasn't helping her back there! No, no, You're wrong. I don't agree with you anymore. I don't. I don't know you anymore." Discord between both boys settled into a tense silence. The mention of scars coerced his oval eyes astray, drifting upon the flaw above Zed's eye. A reminder of the girl who got between them. (Jan 4, 2009 at 5:35pm Page 25)( "No Zed, you can't help her. You'll only hurt her." "It wasn't a question." "Zed you need to leave." "I believe I said I was staying." The older teen strode carefully near them, his movements very stiff. His hand lifted to Augito's form, but was quickly guided away by Isaac's own fragile fingers. Spite tainted the hiss that escaped from Zed's repeated words. "Do not lay a finger on me." The words were icy, but the defense in them was also noticeable. "Listen to yourself Zed, if you stay you'll only hurt more people and I know you don't want to do that." Isaac's pleading eyes were stretched with slight fear of the teen but also the restraint to back up his solutions with violence. "No one deserves pain Zed." Zed's countenance never changed; his icy stare haunting Isaac's being. "The world revolves around pain. Get out of my way." Isaac's body locked its protective stance, sorrow replacing the lack of challenge in his eyes. His frail fingers ventured into the deep depths of his pant burrows and retrieved a stout pocket knife. The pathetic excuse for a weapon seemed frivolous compared to Zed's mighty blade. The boy gripped it weakly but the threat still remained. "Please Zed, please don't make me do this." Either stubborn or utterly oblivious, Zed's hand extended once more toward Augito's limp figure. The bandaged palm offered fingers that were no longer trembling or hesitant. Fingers that were once again denied but this time more critically. Isaac was a venerable boy, but he was also serious to his words and morals. He felt Zed's pure blood hot against his skin as he swiftly struck Zed's exterior. The cut followed the similar pattern the the already existing mark above and below his eye. ) Isaac deterred his attention away from Zed's memoir with great inner dissonance. The boy could no longer play both sides. The dissociation in Augito's eyes had not disturbed Isaac, beyond his own childish denial, but Zed's indifference inflicted a wound which festered. This sour conversation was their first since Zed had his memories returned. Isaac had privately longed to discuss their shared past with the amnesia-struck boy, Zed had inspired him to liberate himself years ago, but their talk made him feel empty and demoralized. The pleasant flutter in his stomach had dulled into nausea. Isaac had truly looked up to the older boy as a child with no parents or guidance. He had always blindly believed that the two shared a special bond tied by their misfortune yet his friend's dialect was neither hearty nor frigid as if communicating with a stranger. Now to him Zed's corruption had become his own representation of the ugliness in the world, similar to what Emile had been to Zed. He felt exactly like the ignorant child that he was. It was only when Isaac had made another friend he wanted to protect from bullies did he realize how much of a bully Zed was. Perhaps if they had never met the girl the two boys could have continued their friendship unhindered. The bear had not dismissed Zed's presence during his elongated pause. Zed had remained hushed throughout the bear's turmoil, and while Isaac wasn't sure when, sometime during his impasse the harvester had equipped his grotesque blade. As both a pacifist and a sentimental fool, Isaac could no longer convince himself to harm his prior companion and betray his own nature. Zed's betrayal had sapped the peacekeeper's will to neither defend the girl who gave him a name nor the boy that gave him purpose. He felt the hunter's mark before he witnessed the strike. The sleek steel was cold and remorseless, carving his sun-kissed tawny chest with wicked ease. An overwhelming agony consumed Isaac however the pain was not of his own. The tormented thoughts resonated from the boy, crude cutlass of his father still rooted in the bear's breast, and were perceived though Isaac's hypersensitivity. The bear met his old friend's eyes. " You're...crying?" Zed's jaw was possessed by a trembling quiver, ivories grinding, and his chops strained to remain locked. A low pitch resonated from the core of the bear's skull like the bellow of an old machine taking its last breath. Silence succeeded the sound.
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Post by asail on Nov 8, 2018 23:07:42 GMT -5
The small head above the teeth sagged unnaturally and the little body seized, then crumpled like a broken sparrow. A thin, clear, grey-ish fluid welled over and between Zed’s teeth and soaked her neck in a brief and shallow trickle. Her throat had opened like a blister. Starved, thin, bloodless skin and muscle bearing the elasticity of tissue, tearing slowly as her head lolled, a rag in the grip of gravity, staring at Max in wide-eyed astonishment.
It was very late at night. The muffled, rhythmic thunder of the passenger car clattering down the rails was putting Augito to sleep. She was slumped in her seat, warm and lethargic in a red toggle coat, head resting against the window, deep in a half-doze. She could feel the clanking of the wheels vibrating in her temple and burying her deeper into an all-consuming sleep. A passenger sitting in the seat across from her disturbed her. She roused and rubbed her eyes, yawning, and looked out the window. The stars were tiny and dim under the brilliance of the moon, so bright and full it bathed the inside of the car and the moors outside in silky light. She observed her guest and noticed—in the way things are known but cannot be explained—that they were not human, but tried to look as if they were. Somehow, this did not frighten her. She felt at peace under the eye of this gentle moon. “I’m sorry,” it said without speaking. The words just arrived in her head. “But I had to live.” She smiled, “That’s all right. I don’t think I was doing anyone much good anyway. Most of all, me.” “Are you happy to leave?” “No. I wanted a long life. I wanted love and children. But that’s all right.” She looked out the window. “May I ask a favor? I think I can ask for one, considering.” “I don’t like to do favors, but I can try. What is it?” “That pull I was following earlier—that was another one of you.” “Yes.” “Inside Max.” “Yes.” “I knew it. I knew it, somehow. I feel so clear-headed here. Now,” she said. “Since you’re alive, there doesn’t need to be another one like you.” It grew greatly depressed by this and she turned her attention back to it in the long, pensive silence. “I cannot do that,” it said at last. “His heart is in bad shape. At first, it will suffocate slowly, then it will die.” It considered this a long time. “I want something in return.” “I have nothing to give you.” “My creator has a name. I want one too. Give me one.” “You can take mine?” “No. I want my own.” Augito settled back against the window and shut her eyes, falling deep into weary sleep with a smile. “Mina.”
Eat, eat, eat. Augito’s arms dissolved. They sloughed from her shoulders, two long featureless belts of half-flesh, slithering up to encircle Zed’s jaws while the stinging mucous funneled from Augito’s wound down his vulnerable, open mouth. The thick, toxic vomit throbbing in his throat like a living worm. Eat, eat, eat, Maggot-Boy. Her arms coiled boneslessly around his head and constricted, filling his ears, wrapping his eyes, plunging him in a darkness and silence as unyielding as the grave, in a shape uncannily similar to a contraption that the thing inside her had seen: a muzzle of scalding, twitching leather.
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Post by Kodiak on Nov 9, 2018 18:30:15 GMT -5
---------------------------------------Max------------------------------------------ To the left, a girl who balanced her food with shaky, hesitant finger tips like one would handle glass. Compared to the girl's boney frame, the fluffy crust of the pizza seemed to nearly match her thin wrists. She tested her lips against the corner of the slice and then returned it to her plate as if already satisfied. To his right, a boy nearly doubling her size, devoured his meal hungrily without caution and an unending hunger. Contrasting her feeble limbs his arms were vigorous and thick with muscle, consistent throughout his body. Stuck between the two Max removed himself, not out of courtesy to others but for himself.
"Stop being a pig, Zed. No wonder your girl is a God damn stick." "She has a name. And it is not 'your girl'..." "Oh, yeah? Its probably 'please fucking feed me'." "You honestly believe that you're funny don't you?" They never understood their bickering and social dissonance was similar to that of brothers. Max had just assumed the boy must have been trouble, for the ladies had stayed away from him, regardless of his good looks. Whether it was their women's intuition, or simply common sense, the girl seemed to lack either of them. For a moment he hesitated on the concept of being a good Samaritan and to enlighten her on her new prince charming. "Her name is Augito." Max left.
Max's eyes had not blinked. His two jade orbs remained entrapped by her haunting gaze, as if he feared something terrible would occur if he dared to look away. He was unaware of his heart struggling within his breast and the cold sweat dripping down the nape of his neck. The sound of footsteps finally deterred his gaze, only to realize they were his own. There they were now, only a few feet away from him, those lifeless eyes. Sagging to his knees, it was unclear if he was begging, or succumbing to his condition. "Don't hurt him. He's..The only family I have left."
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It's debated that some animals quarrel because they can sense cancer and disease in others far before its noticed. Zed had let go. Some where between the moment when she had tidied herself in her cheap gown, obsidian scales on her neck, and he had called her beautiful, or when he had held her in the forest one last time with the form that she had loved him with. He understood. While Max had been trying to save Augito, Zed had been already been in mourning. He had tried to please her that day they came back together, to make her feel special in a way men have previously abused her. When she had slept afterwards he attempted to depart but was intercepted by Max, who wouldn't be able to understand the way that he did. His brother was too human and too sheltered. So, Zed was made to stay with the creature that wore his beloved's skin. How does one mourn another whose body still lingers? By harming the blasted beast he only confirmed its presence. The more time he spend with it the more he was inclined to antagonize it. This bullying he came to realize was nothing new, he had done it far before this creature donned her face. Only after he had lost her had he contemplated how he actually felt about the girl. He had loathed the way she had wore him like a pretty diamond ring, a symbol of commitment. He never felt like an individual around her. He was convinced that she would surely be content if any man gave her attention, he just happened to be the one doing so. She always smiled the same sad smile whether he took her in or pushed her away, it made no difference. But she was blameless, Zed had enabled her, conjuring many sweet nothings for it was all he had to give her. His hatred toward the beast began to combine with his negativity for the girl. He had come there to take the only thing left. But when he saw her again, with her innocent sympathetic expression, there was a need and a denial for her to recognize him behind her fugue and decayed state. He missed that stupid, sad smile. He finally felt the gravity of her loss. He was simply a child who was never taught by a mother how to love another woman, trying to understand how to grieve. It was beyond dark. The same way it had been in the hole he was raised. He dreamed she was beside him. She was there once again, as if she had never left and he remembered wanting to say, asking her not to go, but he knew that was impossible then. He said, out of mercy, "You can't stay here" as his damp eyes opened. The sun shone on the bleak horizon. It's just another day. He looked out at dimly lit buildings and thought of her. And he imagined, her here, right next to him. Her eyes caught his own, he looked back fleetingly, before he realized she's really there. He dreamed of her beside him, that they will meet again. Her eyes glisten, her tears are falling. He knew she had not forgotten the past that they shared as he quietly watched her wipe her tears away. Although he found her, he knew this meeting will not last. He waved her farewell on her journey. "I have to let go, continue finding a way, though I will miss you." It's time to wake up from this dream He was waking from this dream, returning to reality was so bittersweet. But he opened his eyes and the illusion was fading, slipping away. It was just within reach, yet so far. He was here all alone once more.
---------------------------------------Emile------------------------------------------ Generally the muzzle would have sufficed to render his chimera body, but the boy's form had become too distorted to return to normal. Ever since its long unpleasant seizure the wolf had been still. A voice spoke, to that who comprehended any language, neither from the motionless animal nor pleading boy. The voice was both agonized and antagonized. "What is this feeling?" "What is this pain?" "How dare you make someone like me feel less than dirt." The wolf's chest remained blocked and suffocated. But for those that took in a breath, their lungs would fill with the refreshing essence of night, a chill of a slight wind and the warmth of an approaching dawn.
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