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Post by Trace on Apr 26, 2009 5:36:15 GMT -5
"I told you so. Very protective."
'We shouldn't be listening to Chains. Johnny's certainly more trustworthy.' Trace thought to himself.
But Chains is funner
'We need to think smart right now. Then when all is said and done, we can kill whoever we want.'
Sounds like a plan.
Trace looked at the two men, and a sick grin came across his face. He let out a chuckle. He had long since accepted that his mind was fragmented and broken, but it seemed like he wasn't the only one.
The most dangerous individual is the one in denial about who he truly is.
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Chains
Fleshling
Mistress Of Awesomeness
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Post by Chains on Apr 26, 2009 5:38:16 GMT -5
It's the ignorant, the stupid, or the stupidly ignorant that deny the obvious, Johhny. I'm not your personal phantom. I'm a simple creature of simple appetities. And I want what is promised to me.
Then outloud, Chains raised an eyebrow at Trace's and Johnny's near simultaneous statements. He shot a reproachful look the latter's way. " I wasn't doing anything. I was merely pointing the obvious to someone who, I'm beginning to see, might share my interests." And then, the smile returned in force as he studied Trace. "You see," he confided as if Johnny had ceased to exist, "And therein lies the joy." Perhaps he had made the wrong agreement, somewhere in the twisting turns of the past. I should have just wished them all crows. And ripped their wings off, he thought mock-mournfully.
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Post by Trace on Apr 26, 2009 5:43:00 GMT -5
Trace looked at Chains. And then turned back to Johnny. His gaze went from one to the other. He made a fist and dug his nails into his palm, to stop himself from losing himself in the moment and killing them all.
It's becoming harder and harder to control you.
Trace decided it was time for a little game. How loyal was this man to his woman.
"Johnny, if you spend all your time protecting her, then what happens when you need to protect yourself?"
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Post by citizenmike on Apr 26, 2009 5:48:29 GMT -5
"Do whatever you want. Just don't touch Veronica. Don't even think about Veronica.", Johnny replied.
Veronica tugged Johnny by the arm and pulled him away, whispering, "Maybe I should just go."
"Where is there for you to go?"
"I don't know. But I'm sure I'll find something."
"Don't go."
"Johnny, I can take care of myself."
Johnny kissed her on the cheek and replied. "If you wish. Where will I find you."
"The hotel. We'll converge when were ready."
"Be careful and take this," Johnny said as he gave her the handgun.
Veronica kissed Johnny before walking away, saying, "Take care, baby."
"Johnny, if you spend all your time protecting her, then what happens when you need to protect yourself?"
Johnny turned back to Trace and replied, "I'm the last person I worry about."
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Post by Trace on Apr 26, 2009 5:54:04 GMT -5
You had that once, that sense of having to protect people.
'Until I learnt better.'
"I can smell it on you Johnny, I can see it as well. Your not all there, whats gotten into your head?"
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Post by citizenmike on Apr 26, 2009 5:55:41 GMT -5
"What do you mean, man?", Johnny asked. "I think I'm being who I am."
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Post by Trace on Apr 26, 2009 5:58:45 GMT -5
"D'you not feel it? Something inside your head, your losing your mind. I thought it was this city at first, when I saw the rest of its inhabitents. But then it didn't affect me, but you, I can feel it."
Push further, I think we can break him.
"Is there somebody else's voice inside your head Johnny?" Trace looked over at Chains, still standing solemnly in place. "Somebody's voice you cant explain?"
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Post by citizenmike on Apr 26, 2009 6:01:02 GMT -5
His hands shaking, Johnny asked Trace, "What do you want from me?"
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Post by Trace on Apr 26, 2009 10:09:59 GMT -5
We want death, destruction, the same old stuff.
"I want the truth from you Johnny. Whats so special about that one girl that you'd risk your own life for her? Or are you just stupid, or suicidal. Or maybe both?"
And here's the kicker.
"And why, whenever I'm near you, do I smell death? What did you do in your past that means Death follows you around, literally like a bad smell?"
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Post by citizenmike on Apr 26, 2009 10:27:49 GMT -5
"The purest things in the world need no explanation. You can call me whatever you want, but all I know is that, somehow, I'm indebted to that her. There's something special about her, to me at least, and I don't intend to know why."
Johnny spread his arms and asked Trace,"Do I look like death?"
They were on to something... The headache's and the nausea that came with thinking of his past... Bullshit!
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Post by Trace on Apr 26, 2009 10:32:29 GMT -5
"Physically, nobody can look like Death, only when you've encountered him will you come to realise why that is."
Trace's head flashed, showing him visions of fiery torment, of the darkest of all horrors, of the thing that hides in the darkness until the very end. These flashes, he understood now, were of his past.
"But Death certainly follows you around." Trace took a step forward, now just feet away from Johnny, and breathed in the air. "But the smell of Death isn't something you soon forget, and in some form or another, you have become acustomed to Death."
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Post by citizenmike on Apr 26, 2009 10:36:10 GMT -5
"So, I smell like death do I?.", Johnny said as he drew himself closer to Trace. "When you look into my eyes, what do you see?"
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Post by sacredrapture on Apr 26, 2009 10:37:53 GMT -5
Myzrael took everything in. Very strong emotions were in the air, and he could feel it, taste it, lose himself in it. He remained emotionless to the comment of Johnny regarding the destruction of the school. True, it was Myzrael who had destroyed much of the structure, but he had no need to further extrapolate why or HOW he did what he did. All that mattered is that the criminals were punished and sent to where they belonged; in the dark abyss of limbo.
Myzrael held his tongue and continued to observe everyone. Humans never ceased to be boring.
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Post by Trace on Apr 26, 2009 10:39:28 GMT -5
"What do I see Johnny? Torment, suffering, regret. I see a past that your trying to hide from. Maybe if you lose yourself in this place, this damn city, you'll start to forget all the horrors of the past."
Really? I see an iminent death.
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Post by citizenmike on Apr 26, 2009 10:43:38 GMT -5
Johnny took several steps back; dropping his head, he murmured, "I am John of The Cross...". Johnny repeated the words as he stumbled into the pavement.
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