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SunSet Triangle-Short story. |
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Sunset Triangle
The setting sun splashed an array of golds and luminescent oranges like a paintbrush over the landscape. The light saw everything as the same and painted everything alike. The colors slipped through soft cheer curtains, some of the light getting trapped in the curtains and creating a brilliance in their color unlike the old pale baby pink. The same fate occurred to the mountain of plushy animals in the far corner of the room, and the floor changed so it looks as if red blood had been spilt in a rather even coat. In the center of the floor sat a slender girl. Her straggly long brown hair was dusted gold even though her black apparel remained black, contrasting strongly in the room around her. She just sat there in the center of the rust red ground her legs spread out on either side of her body and her elbows resting on the ground in a comfortable stretch. The shades of her eyes were a strange mixture of amber, brilliant green and natural brown. These unusual eyes stared rather blankly to the full-height mirror to the right of her door.
“Wasting time again, huh?”
The girl sat up, drew her legs in together foot to foot and clasped her hands over her white-socked toes without a response, her brown eyes staring at the floor.
“Of course, but it’s just stalling until life vanishes from her body. That time shouldn’t even be hers, after death you don’t need to waste time because there is none to waste, an eternity is yours for the taking. I’ve told you that many times. Stop wasting yourself away and just take my advice.”
“Why would she be so stupid to listen to you? With my guidance those who stand up against her will shall be taken down. The world can be ours; it belongs to us. People, those things outside which try to command a normality from themselves and live their lives like the fools they are need to know we can overpower them.”
Ash looked up to her reflection, her voice weak and she spoke gingerly and with a hint of fear to her own image which stared back at her.
“I won’t hurt anybody, and I don’t want to hurt myself. Everything will work out, I’m sure of it. I’m sure. No body will find out, and things will be fine. I have hope…”
Her voice trailed off as laughter filled the air after her plea to herself. Savorol spoke angrily to her, voice creating a nonphysical razerblade which could cut into the minds of many yet has a strange hollowness to it.
“Fool. That’s all you are. Why don’t you see? Things will never be fine. You’re different, people will find out and then they will turn against you. Differences are evil. But you can have the power, you don’t need to be put down anymore or taunted. They need their blood to be able to say things or do things. I know you would prefer them to stop. Which is why we must do what is needed. We need to destroy them, break them, Let their minds and souls become unstable and frightened of our power and we shall have our control.
Ash stared hard into the mirror, green eyes shone back almost ferociously. Those green eyes frightened her greatly. She stood up and sat away from the mirror, instead she perched up on the corner of her bed. The plain white quit comforting against her sore legs. This felt better until she let a shiver run down her spine as Hellin spoke.
“Savrol, you are the fool. You can’t control everybody, they won’t have it. People don’t listen; they are all too happy and loving of life even though they shouldn’t be. Take it away or not they’ll still won’t know what it feels like to truly suffer. Lets just forget all of them and get rid of our own problems. It’s so simple to, it’s taken too long. After all, where we are is perfect as it is. At a seconded story of a building there is some chance for life after a fall, but this is the fourth floor. There is no chance of living if you are to just… drop.
The last word seemed almost as if it was his Christmas present to say, drop, such joy and excitement followed it. She sensed it. And it tempted her, just as it has many times before. She picked up her small body from the bed and strolled almost casually to the window cove. The curtains were once again lifeless, their color drained. The sun had long been down now and her amber eyes scanned the area outside the window and also throwing a minute of observation to what was below the window ceil.
“Ash! I am telling you now that if you are to leave my side you’ll be even more of a pathetic weakling then ever before. How could you betray our plans by throwing yourself away? It’s just as if you were throwing me away! Stupid child!”
“No, she should do it!”
Ash stopped and just screamed for them to stop it. Her face scrounged in as she did though her body continued to move with her eyes closed. Her hands held tight to the window frame as her body bend through it. The warm fragrant spring air bushed itself up against her amazingly soft eighteen-year-old flesh, she was after all in only a black tank top and black denim jeans and a lot of her skin showed itself. Both Savrol and Hellin were fighting each other crudely, Ash tearing up at their harsh words.
The door behind her opened and in rushed her mother, her face run with panic having heard her eldest daughters outcry. She screeched and ran towards Ash while she was hanging delicately out the window. Ash turned around to her mother, amber eyes wide and she screamed again, pleading her mother to make them stop. She turned her body to fling herself at her mother, not caring anymore if she knew what was going on, she wanted out of her own mind and have some end to the insanity. But before she moved herself to safety her left hand caught itself on a sharp extruding nail and sunk deep. Blood ran from her hand and down the aluminum lining of the frame. She gasped and jolted. With a cry of pain, a groan of disapproval and a sickening cheer of final joy; Ash fell.
Her mother looked out the newly empty window, feeling draining from her body. Slowly she looked around to only see an empty room. Her eyes caught onto the mirror where she saw a pale shaky mother within it’s depths but a message writing in still dripping blood. “They’ll never know” It read. She dropped to her knees, muttering to herself and in the blur of confusion a piercing voice came forth.
“Stupid child.”
She shook her head hard, not willing to think that way of her child even if she was stupid to do such a thing. Though the emotion she started to feel was even worse then the words, she felt relief. She looked hard at the message, amber eyes memorized by it. She whispered softly “Finally.”
In distress, and feeling that lift-of-her-shoulders feel as well as aggravation she stood up and walked out, tears rolling down her cheeks. The sound of sirens shoved to the back of her head as another voice overcame all of her rushing thoughts, the same cold sharp voice.
“They didn’t know. They will never know. You didn’t know, but now you’ll suffer the same because we are all the same. Hello, I’m you.”
 playwithfire · Mon Feb 05, 2007 @ 06:03am · 0 Comments |
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