Tag: Seeme

….“Its colour isn’t what I expected it to be,” he says as he casts a concerned glance towards Carlisle. “Are you sure it’s stable?”

Carlisle smiles broadly and flicks his arm forward, snapping his fingers like a gangster rapper. “You FUCKING know it brother! My shit is clean and pure, but above all, my shit is constant and trendsetting. If you’d seen my SHIT out in the wild, you’d know that colour is a thing of tribulation, I’ve got bigger fish to fry, but that don’t mean in not a craftsman, wanting to give my skills a constant challenge. FUCK you, I could make it yellow, purple, orange or blue for that matter, but it’s green that lights this fire tonight! Gonna set fire to your nervous system as well brother! Gonna turn you inside the MOTHER-FUCKING out!” he spits with poise and promise, snatching the small vial from Dav’s grasp and shakes it vigorously until it changes colour yet again. He holds it proudly in the air with a broad smile across his dry lips. “See MOTHER-FUCKER! My SHIT is special!”….

….“I wanted you to know that there was nothing personal about what I have done today, or in the days before today. We are all lost, filtering through the cosmos like a speck of dust caught in solar winds.” he almost sings from his blood drenched lips as he looks up into the sky above them, allowing the magnificences of space to untether him from the earthly plain he finds himself standing on. A smile broadly tears itself across his face and the sky above, as he shoots ever upwards, gaining speeds faster than light.

Glorious clusters of gaseous stars spiral around him, as if preforming a dance, and he can but only reciprocate, gyrating left, then right, a left again as he stretches his arms wide, grabbing handful’s of space dust. Playfully he cups his hands before him and blows the dust back into the space from where it came, then he looks back down to Ander, who sucks in breath after desperate breath, his face filled with hate.

The smile drops from his lips, and he frowns like a circus clown would when trying desperately to get the audience to believe its feelings had been hurt. But like the children who cry back at the clown in a decisive unison, Ander is not easily taken in…..

….“I don’t expect you to anything more than die, if I had intended to make you suffer the cut would not have been so deep,” Jacob says with a wry smile as he closes the door behind him, leaving Mark sobbing in the darkness to bleed out alone.

“Y-YOU BASTARD!” he screams out, blood tainted saliva spraying from his lips. He desperately presses down upon his thigh, instantly feeling a river of thick liquid swallow his hand. He breathes several stuttered breaths become dragging his sleeve across his face, smearing the blood, dirt and tears across his face.

“W-WHY!” he sobs loudly. “W-WHY ME!”

“There is no reason why, child.” a distorted voice hisses from out of the darkness that cause him to jump in fright and clutch ever so tightly on the breath that now sticks in his chest.

“W-W-WHO’S THERE!” he calls out in terror.

“You could call me many things,” the voice says as a match head strikes to life and a pasty skinned old man stares back at him with disengaging look across his ragged flesh. “But today you can call me saviour,” he says with quivering mouth as his eyes fall into the darkness below Mark’s waist and his dry tongue gently caress his lips…..

….“But what if it’s all true, what if none of this is real and we’re all just characters in a FUCKED UP story, written by some guy who can’t even hold a candle to the characters he writes for? What if you, and I don’t even exist? What would you think of the situation then? Would you still be scared?” He asks with a smug smile across his weathered lips.

“What do you mean guy? Don’t you think a woman could possibly be out there writing this shit?” she says as she gestures freely to the world around them.

His smug smile softens as the corners curl. “I didn’t mean to be sexist, I was just setting an example in place is all. How about I reword the some guy, to some one, will that work?”

“That’s not the point and you know it!” she spits quickly with a playful smile on her face.

“Then you have lost me, because I thought we were all about tickets and numbers, but now it’s all about words and meanings. Bit of a tall order ain’t it?”

“A tall order for you, or maybe just another plot point designed to lengthen the story’s runtime.”….

….“I-I, I know nothing of this promise, or of you, so why don’t you care less for things of flight or fancy, and worry more about the hand I will strike you down with!” he snarls as the room vibrates with a raw energy as his hair glows with a thousand bolts a electricity while he gently levitates into the air. “I have killed many a soul in my time, some deserving of my hand, others not, but it is not up to me to discriminate who or who’s shall not suffer below me!” he fires as the air around him goes silently still and ice cold, then explodes with a pulsating river of energy exploding from within, decimating everything before him. Several long drawn out seconds pass, then the pulsating stops and he gently floats back to the ground with a broad smile across his face as he looks over the barren earth that has been cut around him for the next fifty meters or so.

“Unto thy end whelp,” he hisses proudly with a curl of his lips. The blade tears through chest and pulls him high into the air…..

….“Words of sin shall not find their way into all that is mine, for the grace of all that he promises shall be given to those that follow in his word, and those that don’t shall know sorrow and sadness tenfold.” he relaxes his grip and stares at her in dismay. “W-Why can you not accept his w-word and join me Josephine? Why do you break my heart ever so?”

She spits a wad of saliva into his face with an aggressive sneer across her lips and a brow deeply furrowed. “I TOLD YOU BEFORE, I’M NOT JOSEPHINE! SHE’S FUCKI…” she doesn’t get to finish her words as he slaps her across the face with a powerful open hand.

“Your words of sin will not be sought in my home, and neither will your lies! Face the truth with me, or I will cut it from you!” he hisses as he holds an intricate handled knife up for her to see, it’s edge gleaming brightly in the dimly lit room…..

….“So if you’re not trying to ignite fear in this community, what is it you are trying to do?” Herbert huffs through fiercely clenched lips.

“W-Well obviously not what has taken place that’s for sure!” Lee quips with a nervous smile dressed across the lower half of his face, while the room sits in perplexed silence awaiting the answer that does not come.

Finally Herbert clears his throat loudly and slaps an open hand down upon the tabletop before him. “The time for jokes has passed Mister Jones, all I require from you now is the truth, regardless of fact or fiction. We have scared people here, people who rely upon the community to survive, and without that, they will wither and die. Is that what you want? Do you want people to die?”

“N-N-No, o-of course I d….”

“THEN WHY DO YOU CONTINUE WITH YOUR CHOSEN PATH!” he bellows as he slaps the table once again, interrupting Lee mid sentence.

“I-I, I don’t know w-why, o-okay. I DON’T KNOW WHY!” he spits while cradling his head in his hands as tears cascade down cheeks.

The room falls in another bout of uncomfortable silence as each individual comes to their own silent decision….

….“It’s easy for you to say SHIT like this, you’ve been here before. For me, this is my first time, I don’t know all the intricate ins and outs of what I should and shouldn’t do.”

“If you don’t keep up and start listening to me it’ll be your only time here!”

“A-Are you threatening me!” he stammers through shaking lips.

“Are you seriously asking me,” he says as he gestures towards himself with a perplexed look up on his face. “This guy right here, if I’m threatening you?”

“I-I-It’s been a rough day ok!”

His eyes widen, “Seriously? This guy right here!” he says as he gestures to himself once again.

“I-I-I, I know okay, I-I, I know. L-Look, i-f-if I do this what happens to you?”

“What do you mean, happens to me?”

“Exactly what it sounds like I mean. What happens to you if I do what you’re asking me to do!”

“That’s not really answering my question, it’s just asking the same question but without the retarted stuttering.”….

….“Cold out here, isn’t it?” he says with a wry smile upon his lips. “Would you like to get naked and cuddle? I understand naked bodies produce more heat than clothed ones do, and I believe it would be especially welcome for such a cold environment as your heart.”

“I very much doubt that to be true, and you’re game for saying I’m COLD!” she quips back.

His smile grows and he allows a muffled laugh to escape. “Are you now calling me a liar as well as a heartless braggart?”

“Aren’t you?”

He laughs louder and with more gusto this time, clutching at his stomach like a small child would a bowl of lollies. “You are a cruel woman Jessica, an idiot, but a cruel idiot.”

“Why, because I’m honest? Or is it because I’m not afraid of you?”

“Neither of those things my dear, it’s because you are foolish to somehow believe our relationship will ensure that I won’t hurt you, when in reality I have another fifty women like you. The unfortunate thing for you my dear is, they know their place, and to speak when spoken to, and to SHUT UP when not.”

“They sound utterly boring.”….

….“Are you sure it wasn’t mine?” he asks with a wry smirk across his lips.

He looks at him with a deathly stare as his brow gently furrows. “A-A-ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUSLY TRYING TO SAY ALL THIS WAS YOUR IDEA?”

“Why, besides you who says it isn’t?”

“I’m the only one who’s saying it because I’m the only one here.”

“Not counting me.”

His lips curl. “YOU DON’T FUCKING COUNT!”

“Because you say I don’t, so why should your opinion count to me, if mine doesn’t count to you?”

“BECAUSE THIS IS MY LABORATORY! THE SEATS WE’RE SITTING ON ARE MINE, AND I’M THE ONE WHO CAME UP WITH THIS FUCKING PLAN!”

His smile broadens and he looks at him condescendingly. “Are you sure of all that, or is it just how the old memory banks have been programmed to make you think?”

The blood runs from Mike’s face as his brow slowly rises, and he stares blankly at him. “W-What are you t-t-trying to s-say? A-A-Are you saying I’m t-the copy and y-y-you’re the o-original?”….

….“You close yourself off from all possibilities with that arrogant display of bravado, when you cou…”

“STOP!” he bellows as he slaps the table with an open hand. “STOP MAKING THIS SEEM ALL ABOUT ME WHEN IT SHOULD BE ABOUT YOU, AND YOUR, YOUR CHANGES!” he spits as he gestures towards Dion flippantly.

“Why am I the one who has changed, why can’t it be you, why can’t you have changed, and I be the one stuck on the other side of this respective laxative?”

“Because if it was me, I’d FUCKING know, alright? You’re the one who rode their house to the other side of the FUCKING rainbow, you’re the one who found all those you met there were just reimagined versions of everyone on this side, as if they were taken from your FUCKING memories. I NEVER left! I NEVER could leave! YOU! YOU LEFT, THEN CAME BACK LOOKING LIKE THE DEVIL HAD POSSESSED YOU, NOT I! YOU!” he spews forth with vigorous intent, slapping the table repeatedly as he does….

….With a shaking hand he reaches out slowly, hovering delicately a over her attempting to feel any kind of warmth emulating from her, only to find the twisted hand of winter to greet him. Quickly he pulls his hand away and sucks in a breath.

“C-C-Cate, h-h-honey a-are y-you okay?” he asks nervously, knowing the answer would not be the one he had hoped for.

His lungs scream at him with wild eyes, and bloodcurdling cries, desperately wanting him to expel and replenish the quickly decaying air that decomposes inside of them. Like a teenager holding in the inhaled smoke of a joint he lets out a grimace, and then a whine. But some long seconds later they are replaced by a desperate gasp as he releases the breath, then quickly attempts to capture another anew, only to have her move. He cuts the breath off part way through and sits there like a statue in the silence while she awkwardly raises herself to her hands and knees. Her head turns towards him slowly and she groans appropriately as her body is hit by a cascading wave of the jitters…..

….“Yup, that’s me, MILO FUCKING BURTOC!” Milo spits proudly with a sarcastic curtsy thrown in for good measure.

“The theatrics can be saved for a more audience based affair mister Burtoc, your escapades are well documented in the archives, so there is no need for clarification.”

“My escapades are well documented? What’s that supposed to mean, are you guys from the FUCKING future or something? Is that what that swirling thing was, some type of time tunnel like in that old TV show?” he asks with wide excited eyes.

“Stay the course mister Burtoc, all will be answered as the hearing proceeded.”

“YOU ARE! YOU FUCKING ARE! I KNEW IT! I FUCKING KNEW IT! YOU’RE FROM THE FUTURE AND I’M SOME BIG WIG JOHN CONNER TYPE OF GUY, DESTINED TO SAVE MANKIND FROM THE OPPRESSING MACHINES THAT TRY TO TAKE OVER! I’M RIGHT AREN’T I! TELL ME I’M RIGHT AND THAT MY OLD MAN WAS WRONG ABOUT ME!” he shouts gleefully, as he looks around the room, and into each of the hate filled eyes of those before him, then quickly back to Kevin. “T-TELL ME I-IT’S TRUE! P-PLEASE?”….

…..He smiles as he chews on his quivering bottom lip, “You’re sweet for saying that my love, I respect the way you feel I’m handling myself in such a trying situation, but the world ain’t what it used to be. FUCK! We can’t even walk down the street now without one of these ugly FUCKING things on your face.” he spits as he scrunches the mask up tightly in his hand, then tosses it to the ground with a slouching sneer across his lips. “Although that could FUCKING change next week, or tomorrow even if they see fit to make it that. The GOD DAMN government don’t know what they’re doing, and if they do, then they’re playing a really FUCKED-UP hand of poker to do it!”

Her only answer is the repeated slow blinking of her eyes and the squeezing together her cheeks as if she was trying to crack a walnut with her lips. Suddenly he roars with laughter as he slaps his thigh powerfully. “YOU TALK WITH A MOUTH LIKE THAT ALL THE TIME GIRL OR DO YOU SAVE IT FOR SPECIAL OCCASIONS?” he screams while giving her a hearty wink….

…..“That, the rage. The rage you have sitting inside you, right at this moment. The rage you feel for me, and for what I’ve done to you, the ones you’ve professed to love,” he says with a callous smile as he casts a wayward glance toward Emily, Dalton and Fiona’s bloody remains, before turning back to Mickey once again, and tilting his head to the side as his smile widens. “That rage is what will set you apart from the others when the world starts spinning once more. That rage is what will seal the circle when you unleash it upon me. That rage will be the weapon you use to stop not only me with, but all the bad egg’s that exist out there. For you see, that rage will be my gift to you.” he hisses as he grabs Mickey by the hair and pulls his face to face his. “But know this, and know this true, even though I give you this, I will not alleviate you of this gift with my death, not yet, for my games are far from over.”

“F-FUCK YOU!” Mickey bellows venomously…

…..“I-I, I wasn’t looking f-for t-trouble, h-honest I-I wasn’t,” he stammers through shaking lips.

Murdock smiles broadly and runs a hand roughly through his hair. “I know that kid, and you know that in the scheme of things, I’m not the one to blame here, don’t you?” he says with a raised eyes brow, as he curls his lips underneath his long bushy moustache. “I’m here doing a job just like you are, it’s just unfortunate for you that I’m on the opposite of the fence and have less cares than you do.”

“I-I, I didn’t realise w-we were discussing t-the mechanics behind it all, I-I, I thought it was all about pictures painting thousands of words a-and all t-that BULLSHIT!” he hisses before he starts coughing violently, spraying a fine mist of red across the air before him.

Murdock takes a few awkward steps back, and pulls a twisted face in disgust, which in turn causes Sam to grin broadly.

“W-What, n-not as h-hot to trot as y-you were a f-few moments ago, b-blood gross you out?”

“FUCK you kid! This is a four-thousand-dollar suit! A suit I don’t want your blood staining! So, if you don’t mind, I’ll keep my distance.”…

…..“Y-Y-You’re just a-angry because y-you were the f-first to a-agree with me, a-and you’re just trying to save face so you don’t look like the b-biggest fool of all,” he says with a wry smile now painted across his lips.

Clarence’s face glows red with anger as he slams his fist into the table, spit spilling from his upturned lips. “I SHOULD SEE YOU EXILED OUT THERE WITH THE OTHERS FOR SUCH A THING!”

“You just do that buddy, and while you’re there you also should shove your head up your ARSE!” he spits as he thrusts himself to his feet and meets Clarence’s gaze once more.

A smile draws itself slowly across Clarence’s lips, and he runs a wayward hand through his hair, combing it to the side, before readjusting his glasses. “Then it is settled!” he says with a clapping of his hands.

“W-What is?” Heathcliff asks nervously as he looks around the room again.

“Your eviction good sir,”…

…..”Is she!” Harry bellows as he grabs her arm and pulls her sleeve up, revealing multiple bite wounds that trail up along her forearm. “SEE WHAT YOU’VE BROUGHT INTO OUR HOME! SEE THE DANGERS YOU’VE BEFALLEN UPON US!”

“I-I-I, I didn’t n-notice, I-I-I…”

“Just stop FUCKING talking and get me something to tie her down with before she rises up and kills us both!”

“I-I-I,” Clive stammers, only for Harry to slap him across the face with a thrusting open hand.

“PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER FOR FUCK’S SAKE AND GET ME SOMETHING TO TIE HER D…” But his words become caught in his throat as the woman lets out groan and slowly lifts her head.

“D-D-Don’t move a muscle,” Harry hisses through clenched teeth as he casts a wayward glance at Clive and then back to the girl as she slowly grunts once more before opening her eyes…