Bloodlines : [A Faustian Tale] ÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄ Unseen I went, jumping in and out of the shadows. Hiding within the darkness. Waiting; Waiting for the last glimmer of sunlight to fade into black. Only then would I begin to move again. With the passing of each smokey cloud I ran. Swiftly through the patches of grey I ran, until at last my path was blocked by the blinding light. Waiting; the moments passed, seconds which seemed like lifetimes, with fading patience I held my ground. And then it was no more, the last of the blazing sun had been choked out by a rocky mountain. A mountain to which I was thankful. Freedom; I was free at last to roam where I may, to move as I wished, to run and play as only I could. Darkness had killed the light, strangling it slowly out of existence. And with its passing I was born, a child to darkness. The wind was my unseen friend. Whispering softly into my ear, guiding me towards the sounds it carried, moaning with each step I took. The wind whispered sounds of all sorts to me; Laughing children, automobiles, a dog barking somwhere in the distance, a man yelling for someone to, "Get the fuck outta the goddamn road!", and endless other wonderful rythems. I listened to them all, wondering which path I should take, enjoying every second of the coldness. Rain drops splashed on my shoulders and shoes as I walked slowly onward. My hair dripped softly, the droplets sliding down, trying to hold on but unable to do so. I waved it back behind my ears, enjoying the spray of rain on my face. I could smell dinner's being cooked inside warm houses. Soon families would be gathering for the feast, talking and remembering old times over the dinner table. Lights burned within homes, televisions played out their usual schedules as people sat, eyes transfixed and unable to move. I, however, continued walking, occasionally skipping through the night. Lonliness smiled its wicked grin upon my path, but I kept on going all the same. Lightning blazed through the darkness, lighting up the sky for a split second, how beautiful a sight. I waited for thunder to arrive, but it never did. Once I thought I heard it growling somewhere off in the distance but it may have been wishful thinking. And time passed so quickly, oh so quickly. Minutes flew by like seconds, hours like minutes, all the while the wind kept calling me, commanding me. And finally the wind told me what I wanted to hear, finally I got something real instead of lies and blind teases; A little girl crying, her father screaming at her to "shutup!", or he would "really give her something to cry about!", and at this I moved. Running through the wind and rain, my hair hung and swayed over my eyes and into my mouth, so wet and sweet. Jumping over the rising puddles of water, not looking back but instead skirting forward, eyes wide and ablaze. This was the feeling I was unbirthed for, the sensation I was damned to love. This was my time, the night was my time. The house was a small one, darkened inside but I was not fooled. The wind had not lied, and I could still hear the soft cries of a scared little girl. A fence blocked my path, rusted and black.Gargoyles stared at me from two pillars on each side of the fence. Smiling, I opened the fence and slithered through it, making every effort not to be heard. Rain poored down, drenching both me, and the clothes hanging outside to dry, but still I moved precisely, and oh so quitely. Inside the house was a small child, she was no more than thirteen, maybe younger. She lay strapped to a bed, naked except for a pair of socks which looked to be long overdue for a washing. Her hair was in knots, and her face was smeared with blood. She was in a frenzy, squirming with everything she had to break free, but with no luck. Her father sat in a rocking chair in the middle of the room, staring at her as if he were about to read her a bed- time story, about to put her to sleep. He got up and crossed the room, returned to his chair and sat down, rocking back and forth. In his hands something glittered, something reflected. Quickly I moved, swiftly rolling through the flooded grass, quitely crossing the unkept yard until at last I had reached the front door. It was unlocked. I entered into darkness, except for small candles burning on what looked to be the kitchen table. My hand went into my trench-coat pocket, searching for the razor I had used so many times before. It was there. Thunder crashed down, shaking the windows. I smiled. Slowly I walked into the room, careful to savor every moment. Nobody noticed me enter. The girl lay there still...maybe dead. The man sat rocking back and forth, humming a tune to which I was not familar. Quitely I crossed to the chair, my razor done out, reflecting the dim candle light around the room. The poor fool never saw me coming. He didn't hear a thing until it was too late. He turned around just in time to catch the tip of my razor in his right eye, sending a gush of blood spraying out between his fingers as he tried to cover it. He tried to return this friendly greeting, but he was no match for me. He was, afterall, an intruder into my world now, the world of blackness. With another swipe his right ear flew off. In his silliness he tried to re-attach it, but with little success. In all this excitement I had failed to notice that he was naked, (obviously he was planning more than a bed-time story for his daughter). I would have none of that. With a quick slash I sliced his penis down the middle, all the way to his scrotum. Blood, guts, and other things to which I did not recognize spilled out as his skin unfolded. At this he screamed for a few seconds, no longer trying to attack but instead trying to run, as they all end up doing. I never did enjoy the suffering, so I ended his pathetic existence, cutting his throat, the blood spilled down my blade and onto my hands. I let his body drop to the ground with a thud and turned to the girl. She lay on the bed, eyes wide. As I approached her she tried to break free of the bondages her father had put her in, but as before, she was unsuccessful. "Don't be afraid, I will not hurt you.", I had told her, but she still squirmed, trying and trying to break free. I sat down beside her, stroking her dirty hair. "I will not hurt you, I swear on your father's grave", I half said before I began to giggle. She, however, didn't seem to find this as amusing as I did. I undid her bondages, and held her in my grip. "If you run I will kill you like I did your father. Your not going to run now, are you?", I asked. When she replied with a "No, I won't. I swear.", I loosened my grip. Of course she did the thing I had expected her to. She ran over to her father, asking him if he was alright. At this I only laughed. She could see that he was dead, anyone could, and yet she still wanted to believe he was alive and breathing. So easily the tides turned. Only moments ago her father, the one she now cried over, had tried to fuck her, to kill her most likely. And now she was praying to god for his safety. Ironic, don't you think? I never will understand day-dwellers, and that is the only thing that saddens me about this life. Tommorrow night I will strike again, and the next night. The papers might read "Small child kills father to save her own life", or they just might read, "Stalker kills again", but whatever they read she will never forget me, she will know me in her heart forever, whether she likes it or not... -Faust [A revolt Feces] Greets: Argon: You said I could write stories. Can you dig? Ash: Does your Girlfriend have a sister? I could use a new HD! Liquidator: Have you heard about the new Illusion "Warez" ??? And for the rest of RevolT members: Keep on kicking ass.