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.:Sleep:.
        “Please state your name for the record.” A man in a well-combed beard and large square glasses asked as he did with their every visit. The single silver stripe going nicely through the deep grey in his beard was always a peculiar sight to stare at. The room was sterile to look at; white coated all the walls, the table, and even the chair. Not to mention the patients all wore white clothes and rubber shoes as well. This might have been the only room where the white wasn’t yellowing in the creases, however. ‘They must keep it nice so patients feel more relaxed’, was the usual assumption.
        “Jonathon Harris.” He leaned into the microphone, but it was pulled back a bit as he did so. The interviewer set his mug on the table, having just finished taking a sip of his black coffee. Note of the cracks in the glaze at the top and bottom of the white mug were taken.
        A silver
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.:Entry Six:.
To Me,
        I have finally realized that the contemporary gentleman is not who I am. It is a façade I created, a shell to escape the pain and my true wishes. I am Allistor Hide: A beaten mute of a man thrown away by the society that blackens his name unnecessarily. All the images, the whisperings, the plans; I have realized they are all my deepest desires. I would gain true satisfaction watching this world burn. How I long to be the solitary figure standing on a mountain of London’s ashes; to have the embers skittering along my hair, just to cool on my coat. Yes, the pleasure to be had from the screams and wails of all those who had dubbed me a ‘Freak au Surgery’. All those to look down on me; all those to stare in petrification; all those to see nothing but disgust at my wretched being. All! All of London to fall to its knees! To have the city and the vile beings within it burn for their narcissistic sins! How dare they judge me with suc
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.:Entry Five:.
To The Unwanted Intruder,
        How tiresome it all is. Between you and the humans crowding every area, I haven’t a clue whom I dislike more: You who displays my tortured state for me on replay, or the individuals that take pity on themselves for it. I had my tongue ripped out of my mouth crudely by a couple of deadbeat thieves for a thirty pound ransom, and yet everyone else but me is allowed to feel sorry for themselves! How ridiculous it all is! The rich complain that they cannot do all they used to because they do not wish to share my fate, yet turn around and talk of my doings as if I am a shame! How I brood at night over it being their fate instead of mine. How dearly I wish for all of the voices speaking treachery against me to silence. I have grown a thousand years older in merely a day. As my mind darkens, I cannot help but find you to blame.
        Allistor Hide.
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.:Entry Four:.
To The Beast Unrelentless,
        You are a formidable opponent, and your tactics know the art of war. How intelligent to deprive me of sleep so as to have more control during the daylight hours. Little had I known I’d been glaring at individuals while fighting with you in my head. They must think me of sour mood from my dis-positioning. Congratulations, you have gotten me scolded by my butler. “Sire, you are not sleeping, you will not eat, and you stay secluded in your room all day; now I hear you’re scowling at others around you. I have never known you to be of such poor sport. Needless to say I am disappointed.” He droned on. How low it is to be chastised by your own serving hand. I’m sure it’ll be the talk of the town. How lovely, I get more stares and louder whispers from those surrounding me. How little they know of me yet so deeply care to judge my life. They make me more sickened every passing day. It is all due to you th
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.:Entry Three:.
In Regards to the Visuals,
        I demand you cease these attempts at my madness. You have crossed the already perforated line with the interference of my rest. Must I have no escape from you? Must you haunt me with terrible images of scalpels and tight wire? I need not these reminders! My dues have been paid and I no longer dwell on such past events! Cease this evil! I have no wish to neither relive the pain nor taste the liquid iron in the back of my throat! You even go so far as to return my speech to me, just to have it ripped away again! Four weeks I have put up with this, all so sure it would end or that I would be strong enough to live through it until you grew bored in your game, but I have none. I have been removed from my seat in the office; my own father shooing me out like a rodent in a kitchen. All of this is due to my fatigue causing me to fall asleep on my casework on no less than seven occasions. However, I am still funded and my lifestyle shall no
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.:Entry Two:.
To The Whisperer of Nonsense,
        I have noted duly that since my first letter your wills have grown stronger rather than ceased completely. Why is this? I know my own mind has thought nothing of those past events. I still enjoy my usual tea of chamomile, do my work diligently, and live like a normal, everyday gentleman. I am in no need of change to my life; even if the whispers and stares of the streets’ passersby seem to find their way into my notice. They may believe it a tragedy or a dreadful gap at chance, but I need not their pity, no more than I need a nine-inch nail splintering through my tail bone. I try my best and live the same, so why do you find such need to send disruption my way? Surely you cannot truly believe that my will shall change to mirror your own? That is utterly preposterous. I have never and will never edit my life in such a way so as to cover up an evil dead, much less commit one. No, I will cause harm to not a soul nor a physica
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.:Contortion:.
        “You want the truth? Fine! Truth is, none of this was supposed to happen! Everything was supposed to go smoothly and according to plan, but you just had to play the hero! Perfect timing you have, choosing to man-up at the specific point where it’ll screw everyone over. It’s no wonder you’re the only one left.”
        “You…You planned all this?”
        “No, I planned the deaths of Davis, Moore, and Neis; you’re the one that threw the lives of thirteen other men away.”
        “You knew from the start… that we were going after nothing…”
        “Wrong again. I knew form the start that you would be chasing nothing, all the while so oblivious to the fact your demise lay at the end. That’s right, this was all for you. All just to get you here. I had no idea you’d get everyo
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.:Entry One:.
Dear Whomever Dwells Within My Mind,
        I know you have laid witness to the dread of my hours, but that is no reason to instruct upon me such tasks. These things of which you wish me to do are vile, unheard of whisperings. I find it to be true at times that the wrong done to me should not go unpunished, but the ways in which you want me to go about bringing my personal justice are unworthy of thought. Society would surely lock away this mute if your ramblings were to seep out. It is here, on this yellowed parchment with this blackened quill, that I ask you to end the mockery of my time. Such introspection is of futile attempt, and no move shall ever take place of those mentionings.
           Allistor Hide.
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.:Your Greatest Strength:.
á á á á A tall man made of coiled gold and onyx drummed his way through the long hall to reach an old door that lay at the end. The walls were grunged and beaten, some areas pummeled viciously by sledgehammers it seemed, and the shabby and worn door at the end of its path seemed ready to fall off its hinges. The entire building had been deserted for decades, and it was the perfect setting for something screaming 'abnormal'. The cracked door at the end of the hall with its brassy handle was a mere fašade. Only the first inch was real wood, the other three feet were solid steel, reinforced with thick pillars to be used as a locking system. Having been through the routine of eye and blood scans more than daily, this man swept past the security system and the massive doorway in under one minute. The first time he'd been through it, it had taken him nearly ten minutes - eight of which were spent trying to push the hunk of metal out of his way enough to squeeze through with his stomach sucke
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::Quickwrite 01::
        Don’t breathe. Don’t breathe. She kept telling herself while ignoring the burning ache in her lungs and focusing instead on the heavy clacks of boot heels on linoleum flooring. As the echoing sounds grew closer to the wooden door she was hiding behind, she mentally willed her heart to stop – though nothing of the sort happened. The steady pumping of her heart was loud enough to wake the dead laying in the morgue beneath her, or so she thought.
        The clacking stopped. In her thoughts to control her heart rate she had lost where the footsteps had gone. It was silent for a split second between beats before an axe blade caved its way through the door, twisted to the side, and pulled the wood of its hinges in one motion. If it weren’t for the lack of air in her lungs she would have screamed, but under the current circumstances she merely gasped as the butt end of the axe collided smoothly with her skull.
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::Tables Turned:: :iconzyshi:zyshi 2 0
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::The Man::
        A large wooden house with greyed and chipping paint, dreary windows, and a gloom that stuck to travelers miles away even if they hadn’t passed it stood nimbly on a hill matching, if not exceeding, its ominous appearance. Within this house, for it would never and could never be called a home, sat a girl by a windowsill overlooking nothing. Her eyes saw, but took in no information. The seasons changed, but her skin felt no presence. Her pulse beat steadily, but she was as if deceased. There was nothing to the girl, no outstanding qualities, special attributes, or anything of simple interest. She simply was. Every day, in and out, and sat staring at the boarded-over well in her laced tulle – or one of the ‘exacts’ she had in her closet, each dress the same in every way. The sun never shone outside her window, the grey-on-darker-grey wallpaper was chipping off the walls in vast areas, and never did a guest come to visit. To the wor
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::Down the Rabbit Hole: Part 3::
        Two grumbled something before turning and stalking off and out of the forest. She stepped on the Prince’s corpse and kicked his decapitated head in front of her for a few meters until it got far enough away from her that she didn’t bother going out of her way to kick it again.
        Hmph. What did I do? Ailis thought, following after her with Three. They kept a safe distance from the angered and dangerous woman in front of them. Three busied herself with talk of butterflies, tea parties, wild hats, and a talking cat.
        Ailis ignored most of the conversation after the mentioning of the Cheshire cat. Instead, she mulled over her previous conversation with him. Was that the falling he was speaking of? No, it couldn’t be, he said we would meet again at that point, didn’t he? Didn’t he? Or did I imagine it? She shook her head. If she wasn’t imagining this enti
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