“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.
“J
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
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 be
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.”
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
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
“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…”
“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.
“J
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
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 be
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.”
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
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
“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…”
1. Name: The one I actually want? Marceline.
2. Nickname(s): … 'little one' I don't know the others xD 'Mergs' ….
3. Birthday: February 1st
4. That makes you: …I-I don't know? Crazy?
5. Where were you born: California
6. Location right now: California
7. Shoe size: 3 Small feet…
8. How many piercings?: five…only ears though xD
9. Tattoos?: I wish >:T
10. When you wake up you're: A bit annoyed…
11. When you're about to sleep you're: trying to stop thinking ._.
12. Zodiac sign: Aquarius ♪
13. Chinese sign: Rat -__-
14. Righty or Lefty: Righty…originally lefty though :3
15. Innie or Outie: Innie
16. School: GPA ftw…
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