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Freewrite #4 [Alternate Life Path #1] |
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Pouring rain blessed the dark city's immoral bliss. I lived for the thievery for a while, then got out of that business when a couple of stupid mistakes lost me an eye and gave me a new pair of ears and some webbing between my fingers and toes. I don't want to talk about it. I can assure that change hurts more often than not, though. Anyways, on that dark and stormy night, I found the Blood Shed.
Despite its name, the inn welcomed me. Even without references, it gave me a job as a security guard. I distinctly remember spending most of my time drinking water and socializing with the guests. Most of them had more problems than me. Still, it wasn't long before some side effect of my multiple transformations surfaced and one of my new friends told me that I was dying. I took it well, with only some anger. I collapsed a few times before passing out entirely.
They found the facility for me. I hear the story is amazing. Scientists and machines attacked them right and left, and my demonic new companions blew right through them. They cured me and gave me my memories back.
When we came back, the Inn was destroyed. Fortunately, it wasn't my past that did it. It was the dark demons from Artanis's past. He and I had gotten quite close, and the Inn was both of our homes. Anyone who messed with it, messed with us.
I like to think of the lake we regrouped at as a home, but sadly we had work to do. Artanis was in a funk about his identity, an old enemy of mine had partnered with Artanis's enemies, and neither Artanis nor I wanted to accept the fact that we were more dangerous than the other realized.
We had an argument and I stormed out of there. That was a stupid thing to do. I went back to the city, the Dark Mother who I thought that I could always trust to hide me, even in my darkest hours. Boy, was I wrong. She gave me up to the scientists, and my parents. I only remember pain. When the others came to find me, it was as if the Gods had smiled upon my soul for once.
None of us knew what they did to me. None of us wanted to know that. Artanis said he had a bad feeling about it- he was definitely worried about me. He'd kissed me before, but I had pulled away more often than not.
He finally burst through my spiritual walls. I couldn't place a name on the feeling, I didn't want to use the "L" word just yet. We had to leave the lake. Artanis said he knew a place we could go.
We all trusted him enough to follow. It was me, a Were-fox named Blue, and another shadow-demon type... He was cool, once beat me up because I was moping.
I'll talk more sometime else. It kind of hurts to look back on the amount of trouble I caused.
TempestuousSeas · Sun Apr 15, 2007 @ 07:58pm · 0 Comments |
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