(Warning, this story will contain scenes of a mature nature and MUST NOT be read if you are a minor, or easily offended. You have been warned.)
(Side note. I am new to this style of writing so please be patient with me. I just want to try something a little different...)
Alcohol. A cruel Mistress with an intoxicating touch. I have become addicted to her sweet comforting embrace for as long as I can remember. Whenever the world was dull and black, she was always there to make things seem a little more interesting. A little more bearable....Even after all this time, she remains in my arms unchanged. Her love unwavering. She deadens my emotions and quells the darker thoughts from my mind; in truth, she makes me numb to reality. A reality where all I see looking back in the mirror is the face of a dead woman. The face of a murderer scarred by the mechanisms of her own deeds...
I can't bring myself to wrench away from the self-destructive path I know I tread, consumed by my hatred for this face and legacy to which I have been given....No. Not given....
Forced.
This fate to which I was forced to live in " to repeat and fall into the same twisted spiral of death and destruction of my past sins; sins that clings to me like a helpless child screaming for my undivided attention. A grip that has its vile fingers clutching into my throat, biting deep into my veins like burning icicles. As much as I hate this face, and all it has done, why is it only now it decides to show that pitiful expression' What is it in that eye of mine" Is it remorse or....Or is it, loneliness"
I cannot deny I am an emotional minefield. My mind is a dark place where all that I love is also all that I hate....
Sociopathic....A tyrant....A murderer....A broken woman....A failed experiment.
Can you blame me for being a little emotionally unstable" For wanting a little drink to escape all that I am, was, and am becoming"
Stumbling around this alley at the dead of night isn't what I call glamorous. I should get going. Crawl my way back to my home at Eternal House where my Mistress awaits in my room, hidden away under my pillow. She is waiting for me....
I cannot help but grin.
How can I tell her, I have cheated on her with several other different ladies tonight' Their stench is reeking from my body so there is no way to explain myself out of it....But she'll understand. She always understands...
I feel like I'm walking up hill.
But I know for a fact that this street is as level as any other street in the city. I'm just too drunk to even walk in a straight line. A bit hard when the world wants to move around you. It is a good thing too the Watch have yet caught me. The last time they had to carry me home after finding me face down in an alley way, snoring my head off. I don't think they realized who I was, but....Fortunately for them, I was not in a foul mood at that time. I felt like slapping someone around when I was woken up, but I was too far gone to even lift my own body.
I have to admit, but that bit of the street was strangely comfortable....Might have had something to do with that bin I was using a pillow.
There's a man and a woman up ahead. I think" It's hard to see when this drunk. Try it with just one eye - it is a pain to see where you are going as it is.
They look like to be having an argument of some kind. I can't hear them. I like to keep the telepathic crystal off at times like these. I do enjoy the unnerving quietness, when I allow my deaf ears its freedom to embrace the silence of the world. Unfortunately right now that sentiment does not aid my eavesdropping.
Despite their blurred visage I can make out erratic body movements and rather angry gestures. The man shape blob appeared to be quite irate. The woman shape blob pensive, shy and somewhat a little down trodden.
The more I look at these two, and the closer I get....I—
I smell, fear....
And blood.
That was a sobering aroma. I could had sworn I felt my drunken state lift a bit. But maybe I was just imagining things" The city has all kinds of scents floating in its putrid air.
There's another alley way on my right. I should hide in there for the moment and watch them from across the street....Just in case-UGH! What is thi—What the hell did I step in" Urgh! Damn it. These are my favourite heels! The last thing I need is to step in sh—
The sudden movement in my peripheral has swung my attention back to the couple. The state of my shoes can wait. That man just slapped the woman quite hard across the cheek by the looks of it. I can see clearly she is crying, and nursing her right cheek as if something hot had sheared across her flesh.
Something is not quite right about this. Are they really a couple" Are they arguing over some menial subject that normal couples do or..." But why slap her" I don't mind a bit of violence in a relationship " it keeps it all very interesting in the bedroom, but this is not the kind of violence I would come to expect to bare down upon this sweet looking fragile woman with long ginger hair.
The poor thing is distraught. I don't blame her. If Kaius had struck me like that I....I would probably would had cried too....After I ripped his balls off, that is.
He's taking something out of his pocket. He's got her pressed up against the wall. He looks just about ready to hit her again. Maybe I should intervene" But I'm not exactly the type to swoop in and save a damsel in distress. It is not my place, or my business. Besides I am no good Samaritan. I'll just quietly walk by and—
Well. That was unexpected....He just knocked her out. A quick, merciless blow to the top of the head with a....Gun"
(Side note. I am new to this style of writing so please be patient with me. I just want to try something a little different...)
Alcohol. A cruel Mistress with an intoxicating touch. I have become addicted to her sweet comforting embrace for as long as I can remember. Whenever the world was dull and black, she was always there to make things seem a little more interesting. A little more bearable....Even after all this time, she remains in my arms unchanged. Her love unwavering. She deadens my emotions and quells the darker thoughts from my mind; in truth, she makes me numb to reality. A reality where all I see looking back in the mirror is the face of a dead woman. The face of a murderer scarred by the mechanisms of her own deeds...
I can't bring myself to wrench away from the self-destructive path I know I tread, consumed by my hatred for this face and legacy to which I have been given....No. Not given....
Forced.
This fate to which I was forced to live in " to repeat and fall into the same twisted spiral of death and destruction of my past sins; sins that clings to me like a helpless child screaming for my undivided attention. A grip that has its vile fingers clutching into my throat, biting deep into my veins like burning icicles. As much as I hate this face, and all it has done, why is it only now it decides to show that pitiful expression' What is it in that eye of mine" Is it remorse or....Or is it, loneliness"
I cannot deny I am an emotional minefield. My mind is a dark place where all that I love is also all that I hate....
Sociopathic....A tyrant....A murderer....A broken woman....A failed experiment.
Can you blame me for being a little emotionally unstable" For wanting a little drink to escape all that I am, was, and am becoming"
Stumbling around this alley at the dead of night isn't what I call glamorous. I should get going. Crawl my way back to my home at Eternal House where my Mistress awaits in my room, hidden away under my pillow. She is waiting for me....
I cannot help but grin.
How can I tell her, I have cheated on her with several other different ladies tonight' Their stench is reeking from my body so there is no way to explain myself out of it....But she'll understand. She always understands...
I feel like I'm walking up hill.
But I know for a fact that this street is as level as any other street in the city. I'm just too drunk to even walk in a straight line. A bit hard when the world wants to move around you. It is a good thing too the Watch have yet caught me. The last time they had to carry me home after finding me face down in an alley way, snoring my head off. I don't think they realized who I was, but....Fortunately for them, I was not in a foul mood at that time. I felt like slapping someone around when I was woken up, but I was too far gone to even lift my own body.
I have to admit, but that bit of the street was strangely comfortable....Might have had something to do with that bin I was using a pillow.
There's a man and a woman up ahead. I think" It's hard to see when this drunk. Try it with just one eye - it is a pain to see where you are going as it is.
They look like to be having an argument of some kind. I can't hear them. I like to keep the telepathic crystal off at times like these. I do enjoy the unnerving quietness, when I allow my deaf ears its freedom to embrace the silence of the world. Unfortunately right now that sentiment does not aid my eavesdropping.
Despite their blurred visage I can make out erratic body movements and rather angry gestures. The man shape blob appeared to be quite irate. The woman shape blob pensive, shy and somewhat a little down trodden.
The more I look at these two, and the closer I get....I—
I smell, fear....
And blood.
That was a sobering aroma. I could had sworn I felt my drunken state lift a bit. But maybe I was just imagining things" The city has all kinds of scents floating in its putrid air.
There's another alley way on my right. I should hide in there for the moment and watch them from across the street....Just in case-UGH! What is thi—What the hell did I step in" Urgh! Damn it. These are my favourite heels! The last thing I need is to step in sh—
The sudden movement in my peripheral has swung my attention back to the couple. The state of my shoes can wait. That man just slapped the woman quite hard across the cheek by the looks of it. I can see clearly she is crying, and nursing her right cheek as if something hot had sheared across her flesh.
Something is not quite right about this. Are they really a couple" Are they arguing over some menial subject that normal couples do or..." But why slap her" I don't mind a bit of violence in a relationship " it keeps it all very interesting in the bedroom, but this is not the kind of violence I would come to expect to bare down upon this sweet looking fragile woman with long ginger hair.
The poor thing is distraught. I don't blame her. If Kaius had struck me like that I....I would probably would had cried too....After I ripped his balls off, that is.
He's taking something out of his pocket. He's got her pressed up against the wall. He looks just about ready to hit her again. Maybe I should intervene" But I'm not exactly the type to swoop in and save a damsel in distress. It is not my place, or my business. Besides I am no good Samaritan. I'll just quietly walk by and—
Well. That was unexpected....He just knocked her out. A quick, merciless blow to the top of the head with a....Gun"