From the brain of a Homicidal Maniac...
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The mist shrouding her thoughts begins to clear.
You open your eyes to see yourself kneeling on the floor in front of a mirror. In it, you see yourself as a young teenage girl with piercing blue eyes. You see your forehead bleeding from what looks like hundreds of little cuts. Turning your head down, you see that your pretty white dress covered in blood… a piercing scream fills the air... you realize it is yours. You turn around to see a severed head on the ground. Everything goes black.
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The mist swirls and the image changes but the high pitched scream continues in the air. It gets softer and more distant, moving to the back of your head, but a girl screaming her lungs out is always there.
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Suddenly you see a mage walking down the street at night, dragging his staff and breathing heavily. His robe is tattered and he looks drained, as if he has just escaped a fight for his life. You follow him as he twists and turns through the streets of a city ... After a while you make the mistake stepping on a dry leaf and he turns to see you. His eyes go wide with fear and you lunge and grab a fistful of his robes. He stutters something you can't quite make out about it not being his fault, but you continue without hesitation ... His face is clutched firmly in one of your hands and you shove his head towards the nearest wall... you black out ... When your vision comes back you still have his face still in your hand you are to dragging his limp form to the nearest alleyway ... everything goes becomes unfocused.
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Mist swirls in again clouding your view then clearing again, the scream continues as a twisted background music.
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You can tell you are hiding when the scene refocuses, you are in the rafters of a small building. A guard with his sword out limps along below, he looks around himself frantically and frightened. He calls out but the screaming grows louder in your head and his voice sounds far away. As he passes under you, you drop from the rafters onto his shoulders and he collapses under the weight.
... the scene unfocuses briefly then comes back into view...
You are in the room you first saw, you see yourself again. As you look into the mirror, you see that the cuts on your forehead have healed into scars for lack of treatment and formed words. New cuts all over your left cheek bleed and you let them, simply staring with those blue eyes, trying to make out the words on your forehead backwards in the mirror. Your attention is drawn instead to something else in the reflection. You look to see what seems to be the bodies of the mage and the guard somehow attached to the wall... but they are not dead, they twitch a little and the guard turns to look at your eyes through the mirror. When he realizes you see him his eyes go wide with fear. You turn to face the two men hanging up like live trophies on the wall and everything goes black...
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The mist swirls through your vision for a long time then finally clears, the long scream has become very faint but continues still.
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You know some time has passed when your view becomes clear because you see yourself in the mirror with your hair unkempt and the pretty white dress you still wear is dirty and torn. The blood that was covering it has turned brown and your face is entirely covered with the little cuts. The two men who hang on the wall still appear to be alive though the mage looks just barely so. A small boy is crouched in the corner crying softly. It seems you have come back into a memory of the middle of a conversation. You see over your shoulder in the reflection a man in a black robe standing in the center of the room and you turn to face him.
He speaks, "I guess you feel accomplished, having figured out it was me. Kidnapping my son was an... unexpected move. Lure me here to take back my brat and," he looks with contempt at the two men on the walls, "my two useless cronies. I'm almost impressed that a girl of your age could piece that much together."
You are silent.
He speaks again with a smirk, "Now you know what it is like to feel a great betrayal in your life. Painful isn't it? You'd do well to see what my path can teach you."
You feel your hand slip behind your back and clutch tightly to something metal. You speak for the first time, "... Did you think carving those on my face would convince me?"
He is grinning now, "Oh that... Well, some say that the best way to prove something to someone is to make them hate y-"
A throwing knife sinks deep into his shoulder.
He looks down at it. Then looks up at you just in time to see that you have lunged within inches of him and sink your teeth into his throat. In surprise he tries to let out a shout, but he is much too late... The screaming in the background of your mind stops.
You speak, "Others say you are what you eat..."
You spit blood onto his lifeless face. Then you turn to the others. "And that would make me a murderer..."
The guard squirms trying with all he has left to free himself free from the wall and the little crying boy squeezes his eyes shut. The mage is barely conscious and merely wheezes.
"... I am also a crying child, a tired man, and a limping guard..."
The guard lets out a cry for help and everything goes misty one last time.
((edit 12/22/2011))
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(( Due to a discussion in IRC, I am dusting these old stories off and editing them to make them make more sense by removing some errors/typos and maybe change a little phrasing for clarity. Who knows, I might even start writing additions again. ))
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The fog clears easily, burned out of the vision by the bright lights that surround you. There are voices sorting themselves into words and sentances around you just as your vision clears.
"… how can we even be sure it was her?"
An officious sounding voice rings out clearly from your left. You are looking down at your lap, your beautiful white dress is torn up to the length of a skirt, probably so as not to obstruct running. Your knees are bruised and they hurt. You would stand up again, but something is pressing down on your shoulders and holding your arms back. Your hair hangs twisted in front of the eye sockets of your mask in a wild and uncontrolable way. Bangs matted together by blood.
A voice to the right, slightly nasal; unplesant, " How can you doubt it was her? Look at all of the blood, she didn't even try to clean it off!"
"Exactly! A killer wouldn't leave such evidence all over her body ... not to mention she's just a girl. How would she overpower all of those people? She's clearly just a traumatized witness, this is the act of orcs." replied the voice to the left.
An elderly voice, frail and wispy. Weak.
"We cannot blame this immediately on the orcs. We must question the girl first. Make her face me"The man with the nazal voice scoffed.
Your head is jerked upwards to face three men sitting at a table, some sort of court that is filled with people but you can't hear any of them except for the panel of three men ... then you black out.
You come to slowly, the brightness of the room making you squint and narrow her eyes.
"We have nothing on the girl that would prove that she had anything to do with the killings." Announces the man with the nasal voice.
"What my colleage means to say is that this girl was clearly an unfortunate witness to a terrible massacre. We can only hope that in time she will feel comfortable enough to remove her mask and speak again. Now if no one has anything else to say, we are going to release the girl." The elderly voice spoke softly.
You feel the pressure lift off of your shoulders and with clinking metal your shackles are undone. You are lifted to your feet and ushered towards a room leading off of the main room you were just in. "Get her something decent to wear" says the officious voice.
You are not quite out of the room yet when the main doors bust open, but you do not look to see the commotion, you continue into the side room.
"The girl Violet! Someone stop that girl!" You hear yelled out by a new voice and commotion erupts in the small courtroom as people yell and try to figure out what is going on.
You turn to the guard that had led you out of the room, he is standing in the doorway looking into the room to try and figure out what is going on. Men in a strangely familiar guards uniform are trying to shove their way through the courthouse crowd as quickly as possible and towards the doorway you left through. Your opportunity is brief, but your guard has turned his back to his charge.
His sword is in your hand.
His face looks at you from the air, shock frozen on it as it floats several feat above it's body.
His body crumples in the doorway.
There are shrieks of terror before the severed head even hits the ground.
You turn and run out the external door of the side room with pounding footsteps close behind...
The mist comes back in as easily as it left and your vision is completely obscured.
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I like the engrossing "first person" style point of view.
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The mist moves away to clear your vision, albeit more reluctantly as if it would rather keep you from seeing more. Even when it is cleared it is hard to see as your eyes adjust to the darkness around you.
You are clearly in a shop of some sort, glancing around every few moments as if nervous. Or perhaps just expecting something.
The trees around you are so thick it's almost stifling, but you remain stationary. As you wait the darkness becomes more and more oppresive; there is no moon. And then you start to hear something, a rumbling coming out of the silence like a storm rolling in and it grows louder and louder.
And then, all of the sudden, through the trees, there is a tiny bead of light winking in and out of view. It is like a trigger for some animal instinct and you launch forward through the trees, dodging left and right as if it were second nature to you at this point.
…and then the darkness closes in and the light winks out ...
It is not long before your vision comes back and you realize that you are on the side of some sort of road. There is moonlight now that must have been entirely blocked out by the trees before. The the light that was so far before is getting closer but it is still too far to make out the source. Deep inside you know though, or at least you know you know, because you are waiting for it. And as you wait for it you look to the clearing across the road from you then retreat just inside the trees and the darkness blocks out your vision as you retreat from the moonlight...
... It must be some time later as your vision clears once again because you can see several small campfires in the clearing from your hiding place on the other side of the road. A whole train of four wagons has pulled into the clearing for the night, the lights from a distance actually several lanterns hanging now unlit from the wagons.
Most of the remaining members of the wagon train were crawling into their wagons or tents for the night and one guard on the road and the other by the wagons walk around to keep themselves warm and awake. The one on the road walking uncomfortably closing to your hiding place but you knew you were safe in the darkness as he passed. There was not enough light from the fires to penetrate the thick tree cover.
The road guard reaches the furthest portion of his patrol from you and you rise from the ground and look down to the javelin in your hand. It catches a tiny bit of light on the expertly sharpened blade and you look to the guard furthest from you, bringing the javelin back as the darkness comes in to block all else from view...
... when the darkness clears you are over a man, one of the guards. You are stradling him and in your hands you have a dagger hilt deep in his throat. You jerk the knife out with a glorious tug and send the blood castoff in a fantastic arc framed in the flickering light of the dying campfires.
A breath that sounds of relief escapes your lips. and you look around more easily. The other guard hangs from the javelin from earlier that pinned him to one of the wagons so that he cannot fall to the ground, but instead must stand a hunched guard over the obscure lumps around him inn the fading light of the camp. Bodies.
You draw yourself up and turn to the first cart, walking over easily and climbing into the back and the darkness comes back to block your vision...
... Your vision comes back abruptly, you are over a simple chest and you throw it open roughly. You jerk back as if startled by the single thing contained in the chest. A beautiful pure white mask sits carefully packed for shipping. There is only a moments hesitation before you tear away the packaging with a vigor and lift it up to stare at it.
"And through loss I gain strength... and the darkness will always protect me"
The darkness closes in.
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((and so, even though the character is dead, I'm continuing this))
Once again the mist clears and an image forms itself in your eyes…
You look into a pool of water, you must be outdoors somewhere because there is a wind blowing and the water ripples, obscuring your reflection but suddenly an odd calm comes and the water smooths.
Your reflection suddenly becomes crystal clear, you are a young teenage girl, your hair is wild and dark, there are things hanging in it as if it has not been cleaned for some time. Her face has reddened scars of words that are backwards in the reflection and cause the face to have a chilling appearance. Your white dress was at some time pretty but now it is marred by the brown stain of dried blood all over in spatters. It is tattered and has many holes as well, it has seen quite a bit of wear since the last vision...A dull tone of a scream resides in the back of your mind, you are not sure if it is someone nearby or just a repetitive noise repeating in your head... your image swirls in the reflection and you see the same girl, but this time kneeling on the floor screaming here lungs out ... this is the noise ... you remember that image...
You look up across the water again and the wind starts up again. Across the water there is a blossoming city... you hear a nose behind you and you spin your eyes away from the city and look ... far down the bank there are soldiers walking along with crossbows and swords talking ... or maybe they are town guard ... they are men in uniform, that is all that matters, and despite their distance you can hear their conversation clearly... or maybe you are imagining it, nothing seems real, and thinking on it, nothing has seemed real for quite some time.
They are talking about the girl, you. They are saying she killed people, lots of people, and brutally too. One of the men said he's never been so sick as when he walked in on the bodies. He's had nightmares since, he wants to find the girl and put her through so much pain that she'll never forget. You know that he doesn't know what pain means ... but he will soon...
Your eyes shift to a patch along the bank in front of them where the leaves on the ground are very thick, and odd looking in perspective ... but they won't notice ...
And shortly later they don't... they walk right onto the odd patch of leaves ... one of them comments on an odd noise ... a second looks out across the water and exclaims something like "There she-" But he never finishes as they all plummet through a trap and into the ground ... your trap...
The mist shrouds your vision briefly then everything comes back to focus...
You look down into the pit where the soldiers all lay crumpled, some were impaled on the traps spikes, a couple are still alive, but mostly crippled from the awkward fall in armor.
One looks up and says "Gods no! somebody stop her!"It is strange how distant they sound considering the clarity with which you heard them from a distance ... then again ... nothing is real anymore... you look down at your hand, there is a knife in it. You wonder where you got it, but you don't have much time for that, one of the soldiers is trying to load his crossbow.
You suddenly see the scene from outside the body of the girl, you are back across the lake again and you see her jump into the pit... the screams of the soldiers ring clear in your ears ... and then they fade ... and all that is left is the dull scream that was there at the begining...
The girl climbs back out of the pit ... she has something in her hand that drips ... but then again her whole body is dripping at this point... it is covered in red, the whiteness and brownessof the dress is now just redness. You would swear she has an appendage coming out of her mouth, but it is hard to tell at this distance...
She looks at you across the water and the blueness of her eyes shines out from the red with a bright glow that nearly blinds you...
The mist comes back, and all fades away.
((author note: being written a considerable time later the style may be a tad different from the first part, but I'm doing my best to stay consistant. Commentary is appreciated))
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((Excellent I look forward to more
Of course I don't post the stories of my characters that do this kind of thing but that's because I like people to like them OOC as nice folk 
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