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Freewrite #6 [Alternate Life path #2] |
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I'm ready to speak again.
It's hard, but I'll get through it eventually. Hopefully, you won't be as disgusted by my stupidity as I am.
I delighted in my life as a thief. It was a challenge, taking that which was not mine. I never kept the loot for long- it was fun to gloat over the mere memory of my exploits. I needed no fancy souveneirs. I might have forgotten my life, but I seemed unaffected by prospects of wealth. I enjoyed the quietude of invisibility.
I could smile a secretive smile when I heard whispers of yet another robbery.
It was stupid to go out of my way to rob a house that was in no way close to the city. Hell, I could have refused solely based on the lack of information about the inhabitants. But the challenge, and my curiosity, fueled a desire to steal something priceless from the mansion and gloat over another exploit once it was over.
I climbed in during what looked like a party. I had come by an architectural layout via a new contact... I should have checked him out too, in hindsight. I found the painting. It was in the foyer. I should have gone after an easier-gotten target.
But you know me, unable to give up a challenge. I should not have been so cocky. The blow to the back of my head was almost predictable. I woke up in Hell. I didn't realize it, but I had signed my death warrant by entering that mansion. I keep lamenting, 'If only I had been smarter... If only...' If only nothing. I could not have known- nobody could have.
I was sure of my escape. I had a long conversation with the chains around my wrists and ankles, did some singing... I didn't even hear him enter.
Well, one doesn't, when one's enemy is just a tangible sort of darkness.
Sorry for pausing. The next part of my life is just an extension of Hell. Yes, I'll probably use that word quite a few more times. That, by no means, will not impart the extreme horror of the situation.
His name is Lucius. Funny. It comes from a root meaning light, but he is the embodiment of all that is dark and evil. I was rude, I'll admit, but no self-respecting thief could be respectful to somebody who had caught them, right?
Besides, he kept saying something about me being a slave. I wasn't about to take that kind of bull from some rich guy.
I was surprised when he dumped his wine on me. I was wearing a white shirt (stupid, cocky me...) and I immediately chalked it down to his being a sinister pervert. When he began to bother (*cough*) me, I lashed out with a foot... It was then that he did the POOF shadow-disappear trick... and reappeared behind me. I knew things had gone to shits, excuse-my-french.
I made a deal with the Devil. Lucius and I exchanged "pleasantries" and he offered me power in exchange that I did whatever he wanted. He'd pulled out a knife as he said this. This is where my curiosity got me into trouble.
I accepted, figuring that I could weasel my way out of my part of the deal later. He gave me the knife and bared his chest. He gave me permission, asking if I would bet my soul for the power. I told him that I would, if I had a soul. I had no memory, so it was all up in the air anyways. I then stabbed him multiple times.
Can you blame me? He'd insulted me, locked me up in chains... I was really hoping that I could get keys out of his pockets after he died.
Of course, I really didn't get a chance to explore that venue before he reanimated himself. Seriously, it was one of the freakiest things ever. He didn't feel it, either. I felt tricked, conned... duped. And scared. Definitely freaked. He cornered me, ill intent practically glowing out of his eyes when he layed hands on my person. I stabbed him again, of course. I'm not really the kind of person who gives up without a fight. After that, he smiled. I stabbed him in the eye.
He didn't care and I'm ashamed to admit that I started crying. He kept hurting me, saying that he wanted to make me into a hollow shell. And I was so ready to spite him.
It was then that the pain escalated. Until then, it had been minor things... he backhanded me across the mouth and stepped on me.
Talk about downtrodden. He asked me how the pain felt. I told him that it was better than oblivion or hollowness.
I don't want to go into detail for the next part. I'm pretty sure that you wouldn't want to know about crushed kidneys and broken bones. He humilated me, and came close to the big R-word. However, I committed seppuku with the knife from before.
I died. Death was going to be a vacation... but I was pulled back. It wasn't Lucius's doing, either.
When my life returned and my organs were pulled back into my body (a painful experience, let me tell you), I got my memories back.
It's surprising that I didn't break then.
I can't go on. I'll tell you more later, when I've steeled myself. You see, this is only the tip of the iceberg.
TempestuousSeas · Mon Apr 16, 2007 @ 08:53pm · 0 Comments |
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