Tag: Iseeyou

…He looked down at the sea of red that quickly grew beneath him and allowed a muffled laugh to escape his lips before he cast his gaze back up towards her.

“You s-s-s-see, I know s-s-s-s-something y-y-you will n-n-never know,” he stammers weakly through strained lips.

“Well,” she purrs with a graceful pirouette as she dances around the room. “I know your time is done, and my time about to begin.”

“Y-Y-Y-YOU TIME I-I-IS A LIE!” he spits with venomous hatred, forcing his haggard form to its feet. “I-I-I, I BUILT T-T-T-THIS FROM T-T-THE GARBAGE MAN L-L-LEFT BEHIND! T-T-THIS I-I-ISN’T M-M-MINE, I-I-IT I-IS ME!” he bellows as he raises his hands into the air and clenches them into tight fists while the ground beneath them.

“Tell me something I don’t know,” she scoffs as she comes to a abrupt halt before him, and beheads him with a powerfully quick stroke….

…The door hisses open and Oliver steps out with anxious trepidation, locking eyes with Dylan and Sophie almost instantly.

“A-A-Are you, y-you?” Sophie stammers nervously.

He pats his own chest and smiles, “I-I-I, I think I am.”

“Told you he’d say that,” a voice says from the other side of the room, as Oliver steps out of the shadows and grins broadly. “FUCKING doppelgangers are always saying that shit.”

“W-W-W-Who t-t-the FUCK is t-t-that?” Oliver says with words lost beneath the next, as he points a trembling finger towards the other Oliver.

“Why, I am Oliver DelGan, millionaire playboy and the last living heir to the DelGan family fortune, which includes four syndicate one-thousand companies, twenty-seven yachts, thirteen jets, four islands, and this stunning replica of the golden gun that Christopher Lee used in the Bond film, The Man with The Golden Gun.” Oliver says smugly as he proudly holds out the pistol for all to see.

“B-B-B-But,” Oliver stammers as he looks over to Dylan and Sophie, then back to his doppelganger. “I-I-I, I’m O-Oliver DelG-G-Gan.”

Oliver smiles and shakes his head, “No Oliver, you are not me.” he says as he raises the gun.

“I-I-If, if I’m n-n-not m-m-me, w-w-who am I?”…

….Peter clutches himself tightly as the cold air cuts through him like a knife and he lets out an uncontrollable shiver. “F-F-F-FUCK Y-Y-YOU C-C-C-CONNER!” he stammers as he forces another step forward through the sea of white, pushing his foot though the snow like a shovel instead of stepping through it.

“There you go again, always blaming others for your misfortune,” Sammy says from up ahead.

“N-N-N-No one a-a-asked for y-y-your opinion.”

“No one ever does, that’s why I always give it whenever I can.”

Peter lets out another body wide shiver as a tremor courses through his body like an earthquake while he continues to plow through the snow with each strained step, casting Sammy a glance of warning as he passes him by.

“W-W-Why don’t y-y-y-you g-g-go rot s-s-s-somewhere,” he hisses through trembling lips.

“Already way ahead of you buddy.”

Peter comes to a stop and slowly turns to Sammy, truly noticing him for the first time in hours, or more importantly the lack of clothing. “A-A-A-Aren’t y-y-you cold?” he asks as he stares wide eyed as he looks over the colourful Hawaiian shirt and quarter length shorts that Sammy is wearing.

“Dead cold,” he says with a broad grin as he raises his martini glass and downs its contents….

…“It wasn’t necessary, and you know that! We only needed to scare the marks, not kill them!” Shawn spits through trembling lips.

“Where would scaring them take us?” Jessica purrs playfully as she lifts herself from the floor as if she were a rag doll on strings. “How would the world see us if we just scared those that had wronged us so? What would be the point of living, if we were the joke, and they were the dream?”

“Is that how you see it? Is that how you rationalise this inside that twisted head of yours?”

“I don’t need to rationalise anything, I am simply answering your question. You are the one seeking answers for questions that are just a waste of air.” she quips with furrowed brow.

“I knew this was a waste of time! I knew you’d find a way to manipulate the outcome to benefit you more than anyone else!”

Her smile grows once more, and she casts a smug gaze in Shawn’s direction. “Then it is yourself who should be held to task, not I.”

“A-Are you seriously t-trying to b-blame me f-for ALL this?” he stutters through trembling lips as a sea of sweat cascades down his brow, stinging his eyes like hot pokers. “You yourself just admitted to knowing prior to this all happening that I would do what I have now done, thus knowingly participating in my actions as if they were your own….”

…He stares across the table and lets out a stuttered breath while gently closing his eye. “Let me get this right, so I can make sure WE,” he says as he gestures towards Fabian and himself. “Me and you, are both on the same page. You’re telling me that because you feel you can’t change anything, you don’t want to part of anything.”

“No, I’m not saying that.”

“Okay, well that’s a FUCKING relief,” he says as he leans back in his chair with a broad smile snaking across his lips while his cheeks glow red with the rush of blood that surges into them. “I thought you were gonna FUCKING quit on me MAN!”

“But I am,” Fabian says quickly, which brings Marc’s face back to a pale stony white, and his smile into a downward spiral.

“W-W-W-What? O-O-Over this?”

“Yeah, why not.”

“I-I-I-I, I d-d-d-don’t understand?” Marc stammers as he stares towards Fabian with a glazed covered eyes that blink like the indicator of a car when one of the adjacent lights have blown.

“That’s because you can’t, you never could, and you never will.” Fabian says as he launches himself to his feet. “You see what you see, with the eyes of a man focused on a prize that makes no sense, that has no relation to what he is doing. While I,” he says as he thumps his chest like a overzealous wrestler attempting to intimidate his ring competitor. “I see the stars for ALL their worth. I see their worlds grow and die. I see what you do not. So no, I’m not leaving because of this ONE THING! I’m leaving because of it ALL!”

“I-I-I, I still d-d-don’t understand. W-W-What does the stars have to d-d-do with this?”

“Everything, and nothing…”

….Kevin places his trembling fingers in the puddle of green liquid while screw up his lips and squeezing his eyes tightly closed.

“H-H-Happy n-n-now!” he hisses through clenched teeth, as he pulls his fingers free, only for them to be pushed back into the puddle, as a hand tightly grips his.

“I WILL SAY WHEN IT IS ENOUGH, NOT YOU! I CHOOSE, FOR I AM CONVOY, AND YOU ARE NOTHING WITHOUT ME! DO YOU SEE? DO YOU KNOW!?” he spits into his face with words bathed in fire.

“P-P-PLEASE!” Kevil cries as tears stream down his face.

“There are no more pleases or thank yous in my world child, I have no time for petty pleasantries. IN a world falling apart, good manners will not save you, but words, words can give you freedom. So use your worlds and make me see what you see! Use your words and make me feel what you feel! Bring me the mountain, and I will then release you from your pain!”

“Y-Y-You p-promise I-I-I, I’ll be f-f-free?”

“Freer than anyone else in this god forsake world, that you can damn guarantee.” Convoy says with a broad smile wrapping itself across his lips….

….The dashboard flashes violently and the alarm screams overhead in rhythmic duplicity, while Shaun pushes his hands into the side of his head with more desperation than ever before.

“HOW THE FUCK DO YOU STOP THIS!” he bellows.

“You don’t, you can’t change what has happened, you can only go with the flow,” Jethro says with a thick layer of smugness spread across each word like sprinkles on a donut as he leans back in his seat and places his legs up on the console.

Shaun sweeps them away as a thick stream of bile spills from his oversaturated mouth. “QUIT FUCKING AROUND AND HELP ME BEFORE WE BOTH END UP A SMEAR OF THE FOOTPATH!” he spits.

“And what will you have me do? What can I assist with?”

“I-I-I, I DON’T FUCKING KNOW! Y-YOU COULD D-DO SOMETHING I-INSTEAD OF FUCKING NOTHING!”

He chuckles lightly, as he pulls a small flask from his jacket and unscrews its lid. “I’ll drink to doing something then,” he says as presses the cannister to his lips and winks at Shaun who sits there watching him drain the entire flasks contents down his gullet with eyes that grow wider with each passing second….

….Cole nervously wipes the sweat from his forehead with a clumsy drag of his arm across his brow, before squinting through the glass scope once more.

“T-T-There’s still nothing there. A-A-Are you sure t-this is where y-y-you saw it?” he stammers.

“Would I lie to you about this lover boy?” Amber purrs into his ear. “You know what they say about virtues and patience.” she says as she wraps a hand around him and plunges it downwards, towards his crotch, grabbing a handful of his semi-hardening member.

He lets out a grunt and tightly closes his eyes as he bites down on his bottom lip. “I told you before WOMAN!” he spits as he pulls himself free of her grip. “Either I FUCK you, or I KILL this THING for you! NOT both, AND NOT TOGETHER!”

She giggles mockingly. “So MANLY! So FIRM! Are you sure I can’t entice you to do one, and then the other?” she purrs as her hands run over him, pulling and tearing at his clothing.

“FOR CRYING OUT LOUD WOMAN, QUIT IT!” he roars as he pushes her away and pulls his gaze from the rifles scope. “I CAN’T C-C-C-CONCE-E-E-ENTrate…” his words fumble in his mouth before dying away, while a fresh sea of sweat cascades down his brow as he stares towards the beast that stands before them….

….“There is no magical switch you can THROW! There is no immediate remedy that will do ALL the hard work FOR you! YOU must DO what NEEDS to be DONE! YOU must EARN your PENANCE!” Bellamy vomits through teeth tightly clenched, while a pointed hand thrusts repeatedly towards Agatha and Simone. “YOU must atone for the blasphemy YOU have brought to MY house!”

A quivering smile waves itself across Agatha’s lips, which boils Bellamy’s blood almost instantly.

 “WHAT DO YOU FIND FUNNY ENOUGH THAT YOU WOULD BRING MY WRATH TEN-FOLD DOWN UPON YOU!” she cries with eyes blacker than the darkest night.

The smile grows and Agatha lets out a jovial burst of laughter. “If you still THINK this is YOUR kingdom, then YOU are the ONE who requires the shroud over YOUR eyes to be peeled back, not us,” she spits venomously, while a smile creeps its way across Simone’s lips as well.

Bellamy take a staggered step back, gripping the bustle of her dress tightly. “H-H-HOW DARE YOU! HOW D-DARE YOU! T-T-THIS IS MY HOUSE AND I W….” But her words are cut short as Amber launches to her feet and charges forward, wrapping her hands around Bellamy’s throat.

“This isn’t YOUR house anymore!” she growls….

….He smiles softly as he gently places his hand on David’s and squeezes.

“You must not look inside yourself, for this is not where your strength lies. You must look inside me, and in there you will learn to be.”

David purses his lips and swallows a rough mouthful of stale air. “B-B-But how can I be strong, if my strength is not mine?”

He squeezes his hand tightly, while his smile wraps itself further along his face. “You cannot, for you do not have the ability to, so forget, and use what I have to see you through.”

“I-I-I, I don’t understand. W-W-Why can’t I…” He doesn’t get to finish his words as Marco slaps him across the face with a unforgiving hand.

“YOU DO, OR YOU DO NOT!” Marco spits venomously. “DECIDE!”

“I-I-I, I don’t u-u-understand.” David stammers as tears stream down his cheeks.

“THEN YOU WILL NEVER UNDERSTAND!” Marco bellows as he raises his hands high into the air, preparing once more to slap David’s face.

“M-M-Maybe I’m n-n-not meant t-t-to,” David weeps softly, as Marco’s face drops, and his bottom lip quivers.

“Saints present us, for he who does not see is never truly blind, he just cannot see,” he whispers softly….

…His bottom lip trembles with an uncontrollable spasms, and his eyes widen.

“Y-Y-Y-You can’t b-b-be real,” he stammers.

His smile widens and he winks once again. “Of course I can, and of course I am.”

“I-I-I, I’m l-l-losing it, t-t-that’s what’s h-happening. I-I-I, I’ve g-gone completely i-insane.”

His smile widens more. “Come on now fella, we BOTH know you’ve been insane for a long FUCKING time, so don’t use this as some revelation. THIS right here, THIS is REAL, just like ME!”

“I-I-I, I don’t b-believe you.”

“Of course you don’t, you never did before, why would you start now.”

“I-I-I, I need a-a-air. I-I-I, I need to g-g-get away f-f-from here, a-a-a-away from y-y-you.”

He laughs. “Are you listening to the words that are coming out of your guilt-ridden FUCKING mouth? Do you get how insane you sound? The ONLY person in this whole god damn world you can’t escape from is yourself, and I’m pretty FUCKING sure I come under that banner.” he says proudly from the other side of the mirror.

“W-W-Well I-I-I’ll go, I-I-I’ll go somewhere, w-w-where t-t-there aren’t a-a-any mirrors, a-a-and t-t-then I’ll b-be free of y-you as well.” he stammers through overly saturated lips.

“I’ll always be there waiting fella, ain’t nowhere you can hide.” he slurs while tapping his forehead with heavy thrusts of his thumb…

…He breathes a haggard breath before letting his eyes fall upon her bare breast. He feels stirring from someplace deep within who he once thought he was and salivates at the thought of taking her nipple into his lusting mouth and sucking upon it like a child would it’s mothers. His nervous eyes wander upward and cat glance at first of the curving nature of her lips, as she smiles wryly at him.

“You like what you see? Does it excite you?” she purrs as he pulls his eyes away, and shuts his eyes closed with envious desperation. But the pitch black of his own emptiness is not enough, as a soft hand takes delicate grip of his ever-growing manhood and squeezes it tightly. He takes a staggered breath as the black that surrounds him is quickly invaded by the brightly lit glow of her red lips.

“Running into the emptiness like a fool is no way to escape me Sutcliffe, you of all the people in this God forsaken cesspool should know that,” she says broadening her already wide grin…

The darkness grips Jacob by his scrawny throat and tosses him out into the light. He hisses with a spiteful vengeance, and turns a hate filled glance towards Merric, who stands proudly on the hillside overlooking a small rustic town, a smile adorning his chiseled face.

“I was wondering how long it would take, before even the devil himself cast you back into the light of his lords touch.”

“YOU BETRAYED ME!” he roars as he leaps like a wild animal at him, only to find an invisible barrier surrounding Merric from his touch.

“Did you expect anything less?”

“I EXPECTED YOU TO BE HELD BY YOUR WORD!”

Merric laughs softly, as he casts his attention back to the small town below. “But I was, and still am.” he says with a playful wink. “That is why we are here, you and I.”

Jacob’s eyes widen and his mouth trembles. “W-W-W-W-Where a-a-are w-we?” he stammers.

“Why, we’re home.” he says matter-of-factly.

“B-B-B-But t-t-the t-town, i-i-it was b-burnt to t-the ground. H-H-How?” he says as he casts a fevered glance over to Merric once more.

Merric’s smile widens. “Because dear brother, it’s not just a matter of where we are, it’s also a matter of when.”

…“The dirty souls should start paying me for the advice I give, instead of asking for hand outs when life gets too FUCKING hard! I should be the one reaping the rewards, not those who can’t handle their own affairs!” he sits venomously before draining the remaining whisky from its bottle. “And now I have no booze left,” he slurs as he turns to the unusual little man who sits at the other end of the table. “I don’t suppose you have some in that remarkable bag of yours?”

The little man smiles broadly and taps his nose playfully. “As I said before, for a price, I can have anything your heart desires.”

“Well,” he says with a with a smack of his lips and a slap of the table. “You tell me the price, and I’ll pay it, but if the whisky needs to sour, and bloody worth every drop!”

“At this stage of the game, I doubt the taste will really matter to you.”

He slaps the table again, this time with more gusto, and a curl of his lips. “Taste ALWAYS matters, and anyone who doesn’t think so, can’t be trusted! So, I ask the question, can I trust you little fella?”

The little man stares at him with furrowed brow, then he smiles broadly once more, steps down off his seat, picks up his bag and tips his hat forward. “I’m sorry for wasting your time and bid you good day.”

“W-What? B-But you’ve sold me on this magic bag of yours, and all the wonderful things it can do, and now, when I finally take you up on your offer, you refuse to sell it to me! Why! Is it because you can’t back up your lies?”

The little man smiles softly, and looks over the man’s shoulder, then back into his eyes. “You can’t afford what I am selling, because you have already sold your soul to another.”

A chill cascade over the man, filled quickly by a cold sweat. “W-What t-the h-hell are y-you talking a-about?” he stammers nervously.

The little man giggles momentarily, before a smirk rides across his lips. “Hell is indeed what we are talking about,” he jokes.…

…“The owner has control over this vessel, not you! So why don’t you pack your FUCKING bags and get OUT!” Father Garamond spits with a sharp tongue as he proudly holds out a crucified cross and thrusts his other hand, pointed towards the doorway. The meek creature stares at him with terrified eyes, casting a fevered glance over towards its host, before back to the black clad holy figure.

The priests nose twists, and his lips curl as he tightens his grip upon the cross. “YOU DARE IGNORE THE WORD OF GOD ALMIGHTY! YOU DARE REFUSES TO LEAVE! I WILL THRUST YOU INTO THE VERY BOWLS OF HELL ITSELF, WITH MY OWN HANDS!” he bellows as he reaches out and grabs the creature by its ear and lifts it into the air with disgust. “FOUL BEAST YOU WILL G….” But his words come to a halted stop in his throat as he finds himself no longer standing in young Michael’s room, but a disease and decaying alley way.

“W-W-What manner of t-trickery is t-t-this,” he stammers nervously, as a sea of sweat cascades down his brow.

“Why, it is no trickery at all dear father, it is but a means to an end,” a voice hisses gleefully from the darkness.

Garamond crosses finger over finger and holds them out in front of me. “THY WILL REPENT BEFORE HE WHO IS THY MAKE!” he spits valiantly. “THY WILL RELEASE THY HOLD ON HER S….” But his words are stolen into cries of agony as his fingers are twisted and broken by the very air itself.…

…Trevor takes his hand from her mouth and takes a staggering step back, as he stares in horror at her motionless form. He casts a fevered look over towards Nancy, who refuses to meet his gaze, and only stares at her sister’s lifeless form aghast.

“I-I-I, I never meant to,” he stammers before tears start freely running down his cheeks. “I-I-I, I just w-wanted h-her to b-be quiet. I-I-I, I just needed a-a, a moment o-of silence, s-so I could concentrate, I-I-I, s-swear,” he sobs as he turns back to Heather and drops to his knees, exhausted.

For several long silent moments he sits quietly sobbing to himself before a hand tightly grips him by the right shoulder and a pair of cold wet lips press up against his ear.

“Quiet enough for ya NOW Trev?” a raspy voice hisses. “Now the BITCH won’t be spoiling anyone else’s day with her cheerleader BULLSHIT! Now you can get some real work done!”

“I-I-I,” Trevor mumbles through trembling lips.

“You WHAT Trev? You can’t BELIEVE how peaceful it is without that BITCH running around, telling you what to do?” the voice purrs I’m his ear. “YOU can’t BELIEVE how quiet the world actually is, without someone constantly in your ear, harping on to you about anything and everything?”

“I-I-I, I never meant t-t-to kill h-her,” he stammers as he looks nervously over to his hideous reflection, who smiles back at him with a disjointed grin. “I-I-I, I swear I-I-I didn’t.”

“Sure Trev, I believe you!” he quips sarcastically with an even broader grin upon his lips…

…Shaun drops the bloody knife to the floor and staggers backwards as the sea of red escapes the cuts that the blade of the knife tore. Pulsating rhythms bounce through his veins, pumping squirt after squirt of the warm thick red liquid that keeps his body moving.

“I see the light and give it a name, I whisper the darkness and call, let me be the servant, and you the master!” he spits with passionate angst, before tearing at his torn flesh with his teeth, ripping the cuts further open to bloodier fanfare.

“Hear me FATHER, for I am yours!” he yells as his eyes roll up into the back of his head and he falls backwards towards the dirty floor below him. But instead of hitting the hard floorboards behind him, he falls into a dark thick sea of endless darkness. His eyes widen with terror, and he tries to scream, but this only allows the liquid to force itself in. Then he finds himself standing alone in a void, staring at his doppelgänger, who grins disturbingly.

“F-F-Farther?” he stammers nervously, the grin upon his duplicate’s lips widen and he nods his head in answer.

“A-A-Am I d-dead?”

His doppelgänger nods once again…

…“Everything I did, I did for YOU! I-I-I, I did for US!” he spits with eyes wild and wide, a thick foam forming in the corners of his mouth. Y-Y-You can’t allow t-those CUNTS t-to get inside your head! T-T-Trying to break us a-apart!”

A tear tumbles down her cheek speedily, dropping from her chin and daring desperately towards the muddy floorboards that they both now stand on. “T-T-They can’t b-b-b-break what isn’t t-t-together,” she stammers as she clutches her own mouth tightly and sobs uncontrollably. He goes to grip her, but she pushes him away with her free hand. “NO! IT’S TO L-LATE, THE T-THINGS YOU’VE DONE, I-I-I, I CAN’T F-F-FORGIVE!” she screams loudly as a sea of saliva and tears fly from her mouth, spraying a wide birth of green spittle around her.

His eyes widen and his hands tremble as he takes a clumsy step backwards, pointing a finger towards her in horror. Then with a twist of his lips, he grips his face and tears wildly at his own flesh, as if he was trying to get at something that was beneath the skins surface. A bemused smile worms its way across her pouted lips, and she winks at him playfully.

“The sea shall follow!” she purrs.…