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Chapter two, Cries of the Dead
Not a single sound cloud I make to ever express the pain that i felt as the liquid form of the stone began to flow into my body. My mouth was wide open but my voice was trapped. I could feel the stone making its way throughout my body, as the many souls fears and pain flowed into my mind. I could FEEL it at the stone caused my body to rip apart only to be re-healed again, and again, and again, just so the same searing pain of every cell in my body felt like they were being burned. In a rapid succession, all i could hear or see was the tragic deaths of those who were trapped in the stone.
I can still hear they're cries, in the very back of my mind. How many nights did I spend listening to the twisted and anguished cries of the innocent women and children who now live withing me?
"Why? Why did you kill me?" "Mommy! where are you?!" "Give me back my life!" "You should die with us!" "I hate you!" "Help us!" "Die!" "Why?!" "What did we do to dersive this?!" "Go to hell!" "My baby! Give me back my baby!"
"Do you want to live?"
Suddenly all the pain stopped, only one voice did i hear now. My body fell into pitch darkness, I could see no one in the darkness, yet my sudden bare skin was a pure white.
"Do you want to live?"
'Who are you?' my lips never moved as these thougts of mine began to echo into the darkness.
"Should it matter? Do you want to live or not?"
'Yes!' my thoughts automatically came out. No lies could be told from me there. 'I-I don't want to die!'
The voice's deep laugh ringed in my ears as my body shattered, breaking and disappearing. I lost all consciousness.
When I opened my eyes, I heard the irritated yells of Sigan.
"Damn it! The stone didn't complete! Looks like another failure!"
"Not exactly" Said another of the scientists "Look, the boy's still alive. The stone seems to have only half way been accepted. This may help in our research."
They continued to converse but i had lost interest after that. My entire body was numbed from the pain, I barely registered that I was being removed from the table. Two of the men held me up, my body refusing to work. Burns ran from my neck to my chest. The Stone seemed to have caused them, but never seemed to re-heal them like all the other wounds that were caused. Unknown by me, a faded symbol had been etched into my skin of my neck. The Osoborous symbol.
"Victor? What did you do to him?" I heard a familiar voice. It was none other than King Bradley. I looked up at him. I wanted to tell him to run, as far away as he possibly could, but I was too weak to even move my mouth. He was distracted by my freshly made burns caused by the stone. The men took it as an advantage and forced him onto the table.
I was there when the Homunculus Pride was born. The King Bradly I knew was gone.
Fin to chapter two. I know its short, but im sleepy D:
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 Fizzyology · Fri Feb 29, 2008 @ 05:07am · 3 Comments |
