Well, my apologies for the lack of updates since last Thursday. I was caught with a bad cold. But now, on this...7th day (hah hah, funny, it actually is!), I will resume my daily posts, seeing as I'm feeling much better.
Now, as I had said last time, I wouldn't actually know what to post next, but I finally came to picking something.
This is another little dramatic story, featuring that couple I posted on the 2nd day (look up the 2nd day for reference). It's a bit longer than their first story, but it's also a one-shot, currently on indefinite hiatus along with the whole series representing them.
If you take a peek , then leave a shout-out or something.
Enjoy.
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The hidden passions we share
Kou X Nadia (original pairing)
Rating: M
Genre: Romance, drama
She gasped as she awoke, body convulsed in cold, icy sweat. There were the dreams again, her childhood days with the woman she assumed was her “mother”, though that was in role, so to speak. Her mentor had been as well a mother for her. Her real mother, her human one anyway, had passed away at her giving birth to said woman. Those beautiful days on that island…since that accident however, things wouldn’t ever be the same again. Mykonos then took her in, engulfing her rising emotions even more. Manipulating her, he bred her to be the perfect weapon for him. But soon, the “heiress” to the overlord grew and could see the twisted truth more clearly; but now it was too late.
She closed her eyes and touched the small tattoo on her shoulder blade. She flinched when her hand came in contact with it. This was the proof that no matter what circumstances befell her, she would always belong and would be returned to Mykonos whether she wanted to, or not. He had her in his iron fist now. But she had been trying to escape her grim fate time and time again, but this time the unexpected happened; she unwillingly brought the life of another one into her tragedy.
“Tatsume,” she whispered, opening her clear blue eyes, always reflecting the temper, mood, and the sadness of her given element; the ever-conflicting sea. The blue would never leave her eyes; it was only natural for her. But the blue in the man’s eyes were a sharp contrast yet they held a similar feel to it as hers. His were the blue of day while hers were the blue of night. Two equal shades of colors differentiating yet resembling.
But deep inside, she knew that wasn’t what she meant.
His eyes had the same expression as hers; the emptiness, the grief, the misfortune that somehow befell them. Hers in her upbringing, his in ways she did not feel to ask. Yet, he always hid it with a smile. Always. At first glance she was fooled by his smile, but now she knew better. But no matter what she would say, he always had kind remarks to say that accentuated with the smile he displayed. Even the sharp wit of sarcasm could’ve been misinterpreted as a gentle joke when he sad it with that smile of his. Perhaps he liked playing the fool, always smiling and laughing like that.
Frowning, the woman looked outside, narrowing her eyes as the rain crashed down upon her window. Thunder boomed down and scoffing slightly, the woman looked away and left her bed. Walking down the stairs, she closed her eyes, losing herself in her thoughts again.
Why had he done that? Sacrificed himself for me? Joining my selfish cause, he claims he loves me; yet I can’t let him love me. I won’t allow it. The mission is at stake here. I won’t let him love me until I’ve achieved that mission. But yet... he still draws me in sometimes. He makes me yearn. And all he said were three little words…
Sipping her coffee, the young woman looked towards the window and looked indifferent by the incoming lights of the car coming towards the garage. Well, it was a little later than his usual time; only 10:00. Her curfew for returning was by midnight, but he always came three hours earlier. Though tonight was a little later then his usual. Not that she minded, really. She was used to it.
But even she had to ask herself why he always came early. They rarely spoke but only used their eyes for communication. Even then she still wondered why he bothered to slip in some form of verbal dialogue afterwards.
Their relationship couldn’t be described without having some hints of confusion. What kind of people barely talked to one another but still knew that the other was thinking? They rarely employed their telepathic powers, barely made eye contact and she mostly blocked any sort of incoming resonance outside of duty, making it that much more complicated to understand…
Putting the empty cup in the sink, the blue-haired woman quickly retook her path to the staircase when she was interrupted by his welcoming chuckle and a “Hello there,” as he came into the room, soaking wet, with umbrella and grocery bags in tow. Eyes widening, the woman looked over her shoulder to her smiling partner who was leaving to place his trench coat in the closet.
Damn it all, he had caught her leaving again. And now she was somewhat forced to give a reply and stay around; or else it would’ve been impolite to do so. Rolling her eyes, she stepped back down and went into the kitchen just as her partner also returned inside. The two exchanged short glances before unpacking the bags of mainly foods and accessories. Soon cupboards and cabinets were soon creaking open as the two in unison quickly refilled the kitchen room and the fridge and freezer with the respectable necessities.
Taking a short glance at her male partner, the woman scoffed and addressed him. “You should go take a shower. Then get some sleep. Don’t bother coming into my room tonight, I might be too distracted.” And hands in her bed robe pockets, the woman again tried to leave the premises to return to her room and without another word from her partner, she succeeded.
“…Alright then, I’ll do that. Though that shouldn’t mean that you’re not to hesitate to come into my room, you know…I’ll always welcome you into open arms.” He chuckled at his last sentence and was replied with a “Hmph” before she left his sight completely. Smile shortening, the blonde scratched the back of his head and yawned before walking up the stairs and heading towards the bathroom, which was next to his partner’s room…
He hoped he wouldn’t make too much noise as he showered. He would’ve hoped however, that he would’ve made her join him…Shrugging, the blonde grabbed a towel from the closet and went inside.
But first, just let me say: No, I can't post every single day, true, I've got 3 courses (which are killing me with homework...=/ ) and killing myself on the weekends... but I'm trying my best to post everyday and show you guys some of the cool/weird/scary stuff that I come across on the net =)
So no worries, I might not be here 24/7 but I'll always leave a sign of life, let it be a smiley, a big post or a smoke signal XD
Without further ado, here's my post for today!
I was watching some "Noir" scenes these days and I fell madly in love with the story and the AMAZING soundtrack! *0*
The story is about of two young female assassins who embark together on a personal journey to seek answers about mysteries from their past. While at first they seem to be only vaguely related to each other, there are clues and hints given throughout the series that there are more than meets their eyes. During the course of the series, they are lured into more and more traps by a secret organization named Les Soldats ("The Soldiers" in French).
The two main characters are Mireille Bouquet, a young woman whose family was murdered when she was a child. In the present timeline of the series, she works as an assassin. And Kirika Yumuura, who is a teenage girl with amnesia; the only things she remembers are the word "Noir" and her killing skills. At the beginning of the series, Kirika sends Mireille an e-mail with the message "Make a pilgrimage for the past with me." (source: Wiki)
Here's a couple of my favourite songs from the soundtrack,
They're called "Canta per me" ("Sing for me") which is sung in Italian and "Salva nos" ("Save us") which is sung in latin, both composed by Yuki Kajiura and performed by Yuriko Kaida.
and
I hope you enjoy them like I am ^--^
And just to close this post, I wanted to include this pic of Kirika that I really looooveee! *0*
Ok...I'm back. How goes it, all of you in the blogosphere? Did I write that correctly? Goodness, I don't really care if I did. Anywhooo...2DAY is Wednesday...and like I will start to do every day apparently, and unlike Hikaru-chan, not miss a day until notified.
By the way...i would go see 2012. If I had the willingness to scream at the inaccuracy of it all.
So! Today, as said, I will be posting another one-shot from my fiction repertoire!
So far, if you've noticed, the names of these characters don't seem familiar at all to a manga/anime fanbase...that's because they're not created and recognized by the general public. (yet) And they are part of my Gaiaverse, which consists of Original characters and the occasional crossover character from a more popular series.
Blah blah blah....
Now this story here is about....gardening. Enough said.
Enjoy.
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The morning task at hand (Original version)
Rating: T (light swearing, innuendo)
Genre: comedy
“Gloves...”he said, pulling on the tight rubber fabric on his hands again for the second time.
Check.
“Hat to protect me from the deadly sun,” he tugged on his straw hat and tipped it once for good measure.
Check.
“Cool sunglasses to make me look…well, cool,” he took off his shades from his eyes and examined them proudly before replacing them back on his face.
“Check,” he replied to himself in deep satisfaction and cracked his knuckles. This morning wasn’t like any other morning. No, it was the day he dreaded since they had shown their first signs of blossom with their small roots at spring’s awakening. It was the day he dreaded since his ecstatic fiancee would drag his ass out of bed, threaten to not make him lunch, supper or not even a snack for him on that day until he had done this dooming chore. She said she would even couch him for the entire night, if not the entire weekend at that!
And worst of all, the day he dreaded always seemed to come on a Friday.
And it just happens that today was…Friday. Friday the 13th? No, but it sure felt like it to him. He just wasn’t lucky on those days!
He glared at them and pulled out his first weapon out of his pail and dug it slowly into the Earth. How he hated, loathed, despised this with all his being. Even though his eager lover said it was a peaceful thing to do and a calming one, he truly thought the utmost opposite of it. This truly wasn’t his thing; he was an award-winning singer after all! He had crowds to wow, stages to strut and girls to swoon! He was an avid car racer and had top-notch skills on the guitar and on the formula one field!
He scoffed, shaking his head. But…that was only half of his life. The other half required a lot of flying and dodging away from villains. Sometimes they would be jumping off heroically off of super-high buildings (or trees, skyscrapers, whichever) and unleashing deadly but super-cool and complicated energy attacks at the enemies of the world. Those were the same enemies who were threatening the world daily (or they would actually come only once a year giving us good guys a deserving break) with their oh-so ”evil” plots of body-snatching, mischievous chaos-making, their utterly idiotic supernatural mix and match fantasy monsters and their one BIG goal of potentially being able to take over this great big world that we call Earth.
And you thought the Sailor Senshi had it bad.
The grumbling blonde sighed and dug deeper again, soon making a circle around the plant. He put the small shovel back in the pail and soon mixed his protected hands in the circle of earth and slowly reached in until he found the main roots that he was looking for. And with a loud grunt and a heave of his hand, Hazuki Kendoh pulled out his first batch of spring fresh flowers. The roses were red; thankfully they were never blue.
He smiled bitterly. This was only one of many of which he had to wretch out from the ground to make his fiancee happy. To get his chance of some sort of a morning’s sleep the next day. To actually get to sleep side-by-side on the bed with Miharu and not on the cold leather of the lonely, unwelcoming couch the previous night. He shivered a little at the thought and stood up, still gripping onto the freshly picked roses and dumped them nonchalantly on the ground.
“Let’s see,” he looked around to the left rows of daisies and daffodils, then to the right rows of twenty-something roses and violets. He cracked his knuckles again and rolled up his left sleeve with his muddy gloves still on. He counted each of the flowers on one side then the right row on the other.
If he could do all that before noon, he could have a chance at what Miharu would have cooked for lunch then. Better finish what I started then, eh? Hazuki thought as he crouched down and returned to what he deemed as ”The flower man’s task”.
And, he, of course, was far from the experienced people who specialized in picking flowers or plants up and out from their muddy, earthy home or things like that. No, Hazuki Kendoh was a lover. Hazuki Kendoh was a fiancé. Hazuki Kendoh was a father, a handsomely talented car racer and Eolios, Gaia guardian of the winds.
But no way in all of Earth and beyond was Hazuki Kendoh ever a gardener. No way in heck. Except when his beautiful lover had asked him to of course.
She was an exception.
A small hand poked the blonde’s shoulder an hour later after that. He was almost done. He just had what, twenty roses to poke and prod himself through the thorns and earth and roots until he reached lunchtime? Plenty of enough time to make an organic bouquet and present it to the lady in waiting.
“Gardening again for Mom?” Asked little nine-year old Hitomi. She was the cutest little button of sunshine around their home. Except when she would sometimes transform their household into a nuclear blizzard back in the early days.(Note: don't ever make her cry.) Then Miharu would lecture her lightly in the manners of how to control her growing powers. Dorian would take this time to scoot out of the house and go off wherever he went off during that time. Hazuki would be fever-ridden from the near-death experience for hours but wasn’t complaining; watching endless marathons of the Women's Wimbledon on demand while being spoon-fed back to life and taken care of by a worrying Miharu was one of his favorite fantasies.
Sometimes he would even add some practiced fake sneezes and bring up the thermometer with the nearby heater.
He chuckled a little and looked back at his daughter.” Uh huh, Hazuki’s “cleaning up” the garden, if you will. And what are you doing, Hitomi-chan?”
She shrugged.” I got bored watching Mom cook her pancakes and buttercakes, so I came down to see what you were doing. Dorian isn’t home at the moment, so I couldn’t bug him. He isn’t home very much lately anymore, is he? Where does he go?”
Hazuki shrugged, then blinked. B-butter cakes? Pancakes? All that for her greedy old self? Why I oughta…I hope she still leaves some for me. Hazuki sighed and blindly cut away another rose and chucked it to the ground along with the other piles of roses while Hitomi dodged the incoming flowers. He was too busy speeding up her chore to notice that he was actually throwing them at her.
“Ummm, Hitomi-chan?” he asked hastily, sticking his tongue out and swiping away at another flower, ”would…you…mind (ugh!)…Telling…me (ha!)…What…time it is-DAMMIT! GAWD! IT FREAKIN’, FUCKIN' HURRTTTSSS!” he growled and hissed. Poor Hazuki had cut his finger and caught a thorn in it.
“Hazuki-papa? You alright?” Hitomi asked, concerned. She watched as the cussing blonde blew really, really hard on his cut and hopped up and down frantically, almost like dancing a drunken sailor’s wild jig. The violet-haired girl giggled at Hazuki’s uncoordinated dancing then quickly ran around the blonde once or twice until she ran around him once more then dashed over to the house and yelled,
“Miharu-mama! Hazuki-papa’s cut himself and has a thorn in his finger too!”
No response until a shadow ran over to the balcony, quickly swiped the door open and looked down at her daughter and panted. Miharu raised a brow.
“You sure that he isn’t faking it this time around?”
She nodded. ”He’s swearing like crazy! Saying things like-“she was quickly halted by her mother’s hand over her mouth. Miharu sighed and patted her daughter’s shoulder.
“Wow, you’re quick.” Hitomi mumbled.
“Please don’t repeat what Hazuki-papa says. He’s just a little furious over his cut. Let me handle all the big bad words that are coming out of his dirty mouth, okay, Hotaru?” The girl nodded and ran back inside the house then ran up the stairs to the balcony that peered over everything.
This would be fun to watch.
Miharu sighed and walked to the now-whimpering Hazuki on the ground with hands on hips and fiery red eyes glaring down at her fiancé. Hazuki blew once more at his cut then gulped as he noticed who was peering over him. Sweating all over his face, the scared blonde slowly looked up at her and smiled nervously.
“Hiya doing, Miharu-chan…Is-is it lunchtime yet? Heh heh heh…”
The Gaia guardian of divine fire crossed her arms. She glanced over at the piles of roses on one side then the violets and daffodils on the other then reluctantly sighed. She bent over and pulled out her lover’s bruised hand to her face to examine the evidence. Then with a quick tug, Miharu pulled out the thorn that blocked her hissing lover’s finger circulation then dragged him out of the garden and into the patio and left him there on the ground.
“Wait here. The buttercakes are almost ready. I’ll go get them out of the oven then I’ll come back for you.”
“Yay…”Hazuki said throatily. Maybe today was a lucky Friday after all. He may actually get to eat lunch now! He laughed at his victory and clenched his sore fist.
A few minutes later, Miharu came back with a first aid’s kit and sat down beside him. Hazuki raised out his hand to her and winced as she bandaged his opened finger then playfully kissed it. ”Awww…thanks.” He said. Miharu rolled her eyes.
“Can you stand up now?”
Hazuki nodded and sprung back to life.” Hah hah! Hazuki Kendoh’s back! Victory pose!” he grinned and gave a peace sign to the sky.
Miharu laughed slyly before getting up again and turning her back on him to return inside she replied,
“Good boy! Now you’ve just got to finish the garden and mow the lawn! Maybe then I’ll consider leaving something for you when you’re completely done.” She continued laughing as she left the flabbergasted and twitching blonde alone to process the fact that he was actually far from done.
And you thought Haruka Tenoh had it bad.
((Thoughts? Suggestions? Chances are, I might actually listen...or not. Either way, take a look-see, comment and wait for tomorrow's entry. You might be familiar with that one more.))
Starting now, I'll be posting some stuff that I've been liking these days and one of them is...
2012!!!!
Yeah, I went to the movies this week and REALLY liked it, and if you haven't watched it yet, GET UP FROM THAT CHAIR AND GOOOO *gasp gasp* while is still on the big screen, cuz this is really a movie to be seen in a movie theatre.
Seriously, when I was watching it, I was so entertained that I was glued to the tip of my chair, and when it ended, I still had over half of my popcorn bucket uneaten!
In other words, it's a MUST!
I'll leave you guys with the trailer of the movie and you tell me what you thought of it =)
To see the trailer, you just need to click on the 2012 movie poster that I put up there on this post. (I'll insert the player here later XD crappy pc...)
Alrighty...hey there y'all in cyberspace. Uhm, if we wanna keep ourselves on the subject of this wonderful blog, I'm feeling pretty quiet bout that today...so I'll just post my poem. You'll read it if you'd like and that'll be that. Feel free to comment as needed, and...I will you see you all (hopefully hear from you too) soon.
This poem was a part of the portfolio I submitted in Creative Writing 12 last year. I picked it because it deserves to be seen and it's not one I picked too often. Most times, I'm showing poems that are already known here and there through many newspaper publications...which is why I included some of them in the portfolio. This one has meaning to my heart and it rings true to a certain situation right now.
It's Untitled, but...if you had to give it a name, what would you give it?
Enjoy.
Untitled
"I said I didn’t see you; I had told lies But I think you knew I had said otherwise. Another day passes As we walk through the masses.
In reflex I turn my head, But already your figure walks far ahead. As I curse my miss, I release a bitter hiss.
I reluctantly shrug, And now I’m wishing for a hug. Another day passes As we walk through to our classes.
You and I don’t talk, We avoid each other wherever we walk. But next time I see you in my sight, I’ll break that barrier with all my might.
If you and I exchange a glance, Will you try what we had once had and give it one more chance?"
((So yeah, that's all for today. Short and sweet. Hikaru-chan will then drop by for a hello, a tech session and we will resume ourselves on another day.
By the way, if it's not obvious ENOUGH, Hikaru and I are NOT the same person. If any of you thought otherwise, then you are seriously not paying attention to how we write our posts. I'm even bothering to make us sound seperate to prove that point.))
I bet you guys liked my onee-chan super funny and not-a-bit-depressing short story. Well, I hope you did cuz here's some more fun stuff coming... =)
Suz and I are still working on a new template for the blog and some stuff to add to it so stay tuned (or online?) for some cool stuff ]
Soooo, in order to add some cute pics to your awesome blog here is what you need to do:
Add to the body of your post:
(<)img src="the url of your img"/(>) (WITHOUT the brackets around the > and <!)
This will work for any type of image (jpeg, gif, bmt...blah)
In order to align your pic to the left of your text like this:
See how cute it looks?
You just need to incorporate to your post:
(<)img src="URL here" align="left"(>)
Cool isn't it? =) (in order to put it on the right then just change the word "left" for "right" or "center". =)
That's all of HTML for you tonight ^--^
We all know that all work and no fun makes Hikaru-chan depressed XD
So.....
Here's a little exotic treat for y'all ^--^
We all know that the 2016 olympics will be held in Rio ^--^ So, as a Brazilian I so need to celebrate that! So, here's a really cool vid introducing Brazil as the official host of the 2016 Summer Olympic and Para-olympic games.
We resume our random chatter from a day earlier with more words and more stories.
Now, this entry was written sometime earlier this year. I had drawn the concept from the Orwellian horror book, 1984. (I HATED it. *heart* It's not a horror book, it's the dystopia that's scary.) The characters are unnamed, unlike the book, but like the book...
Well, you better read it to see. And tell me your thoughts. Any allusions or anything, do tell me. If anyone would like to re-enact this, then you have my full permission.
Enjoy.
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Breaching Eden
A play in one act by Suzanne Helen James
Rating: T (violence, content)
Genre: mystery, war, two-hander
(Scene opens in a small space, focused on a single light on the middle of the stage. There's a table with a small, slim black stick. Down stage left, two guards are barely seen in the dim darkness. The Breaker enters the scene and looks at The Rebel, a prisoner tied down on a chair. He's covered with bruises and fresh cuts and has his head held down.)
The Breaker-My goodness. Ten years later and who would have thought I’d see you here of all places? Ironic, isn’t it?
The Rebel-…I can’t believe it. It is ironic indeed...you could've been sitting in this chair ten years ago…but now you’ve “changed” apparently. Are you in charge of tonight’s proceeding?
The Breaker- Yes, yes I am. I will be the one interrogating and you will have no choice but to answer to my questions or suffer the consequences.
The Rebel- Of course. I think I know how it works by now. It is really is something of irony, though. To think, once upon a time we knew each other.
The Breaker- Yes, yes…you and I go a long way back. However, the times where I was once the turbulent one and you were the dutiful one have now changed. If it wasn’t for The Society, I would’ve been beaten, broken and about to be brutally executed…just like yourself.
The Rebel- Well, if you must know, broken, battered and executed I may be, but my reasons are for the better good! After all, The Society should crumble along with its corruption. When it crumbles, the people will then rise and turn their back on the past.
The Breaker- Ah yes, I heard about this. You repeat that and so do your soldiers who follow you…though I suppose it is understandable. Criminal or not, you always had a certain charisma to you.
The Rebel-It wasn’t my charisma as much as it was The One and Only Truth that resonated to them. To realize that truth, The Society must crumble.
The Breaker-(chuckles) Honestly, I do find this meeting of ours truly ironic. The same Society that you wish to destroy is once the same Society you were so dedicated to protect. Have you really changed so much in the last ten years?
The Rebel-At the time, I was young and foolish. I was under the Society’s evil influence. I was ignorant and blind to the machinations behind the scenes…It was only recently that I freed myself and I saw the light. The Society you and I are living in is corrupt in every sense and can only be purged through our Revolution!
The Breaker-A bit crazy on the talking, no? But then again, this was the revolution speech that sparked millions of young minds into decisive action. And in our case, I’m afraid that they’ve accepted to destroy their own home.
The Rebel-How dare you call this a home? This degenerated and immoral cesspool is what you call a home?
(In his passion and anger, the Rebel had sprung from his seat, only to fall back down. The rebel hisses in pain and pants)
The Breaker-Heh heh heh…you know I’m finding you to be a truly remarkable sight right now, of a tired and hurting man…And after all that, you suddenly get mad at the mention of home…your home and my home as well! Don’t you know that The Society will always be our home; no matter “corrupted” you think it may be? Let’s not destroy it for the sake of the children…
The Rebel- You think that our children will accept this? The children will rise to power and they will set in motion The Revolution that we have started! The Truth will come forth and set us all free! What is being said to us now has all been lies…but you can’t seem to understand that.
The Breaker-Are you actually asking me if I see lies around me? I’m afraid I don’t follow. What I do understand though, is that The Society does provide for us, no matter how many times you deny it. The Society will also provide for our children and they will indeed rise to take over. However, there is no need for your great and bloody Revolution to happen. The children do not need to inherit such pointless violence.
The Rebel-…Do you honestly hear yourself? You honestly believe that our sons and daughters will embrace the current Society? How can they, with such malice roaming around in our hearts? They will not be blinded forever! They will not want to sit on the thrones of Lies and Corruption!
The Breaker-Oh no, you don’t! I’m the one asking the questions here, not you. I’m surprised you’re still even talking under the state you’re in. And haven’t you ever asked yourself if you’re the one who’s going mad? I mean honestly, there is no need for you to continue this crusade of yours! There is no need for this to continue at all.
The Rebel-…You were always…always so stubborn. You’ve let yourself be so brainwashed you do not heed my warnings…and you call yourself a man of justice. I guess Justice really is blind.
The Breaker-Do you honestly believe that I’m still “fighting” against something unrighteous? I’m afraid you’re wrong, my friend. This is where you are mistaken. I have surrendered my former ways and I’m now fighting the proper enemies; the enemies that cannot live in peace. People like yourself who are enemies to our peace in the Society, and they will always be.
The Rebel-And you’re calling me the crazy one? You’re in such denial yourself that you’re stooping to their level of thought! The Society has never had peace, or if it is, its false peace! The Revolution will bring way to through peace and then The Truth will enlighten us all! (Then, The Breaker gives a surprise slap to the Rebel)
The Breaker- Your mention of strong denial from my side is quite…irritating! Your own twisted talks of revolution, lies and corruption within our Society is destroying your mind! Have you been so traumatized that you’ve grown to believe the drivel that’s coming from your mouth? You, who was raised within the peaceful graces of the Society, are now dedicated to kill? Do you honestly want to destroy the place of your childhood for a childish fantasy?
The Rebel-The place of my childhood was all a very constructed cover for what lies beneath this cesspool of corruption! Everybody was being fooled into believing the stupid, cruel things…we were all being indoctrinated into thoughts of destruction. Such desperation to suppress the masses…but the madness ends here.
The Breaker- Why would it end here, your so-called madness? Is it because of you, your charisma and your so-called soldiers? They who are fighting against the foundations of their ancestors and their own legacy? I find it cruel that they would kill themselves in the name of an aimless revolution!
The Rebel-This “aimless” Revolution is to stop the cycle, stop the deaths and stop The Society’s descent into madness! The people will realize what sacrifices had been made! They will never want to repeat themselves again! They will strive to do better and repent away from their wickedness!
The Breaker-So you’re saying that the people who listen to you…they’re fighting tooth, nail, body and soul for the epiphany that is your revolution? And then what next, I ask you? What happens after the fabled Truth comes to us all?
The Rebel-The Society will be better and morally healthier. True freedom will then be achieved and the people will know what to do then.
The Breaker- Is THAT what you think the results of your little revolution will bring? You think that this is what the truth will enlighten? Do you honestly believe that The Society will prosper and better itself after your little righteous uprising? You are a truly amazing madman. Your beliefs and mine aren’t too different, if you think about it…Except that my thoughts are more plausible than yours are. They also have actual answers and substance…do you want to know what will really happen to The Society after your revolution? Corruption, anarchy and a slow return to the cycle you and your freedom fighters fought so hard to break. After all, The Society is only as strong as the people who support it. (pause) This is what I promise you…The Society will not only crumble…it will collapse!
(Just as soon as The Breaker had finished, he launched a fist at the Rebel’s stomach, making the Rebel cough violently. Retreating to the table, the Breaker then smirks)
The Rebel-(out of breath) …Are those your true thoughts? That The Society…will collapse? Its that sort of thinking that we are fighting against. With the success of the revolution, there will be hope, there will peace and there will be freedom! They will as a result of our sacrifices, so they would never have to be made again- OUGH!
( The Rebel was punched again mid-speech by The Breaker and falls over. The Breaker then looms over the body of the Rebel and puts a foot on his chest)
The Breaker- Have you ever tried to pursue a career as a priest? You could be very successful, since you’ve got the blind fanaticism down right. But really, you’re getting quite repetitive with your preaching. Imagine if we were in front of an audience right now…don’t you think they’d want to see a dying prisoner make sense? I know you’re on the verge of death, but…try to at least get this into your head; The Society will collapse after your precious crusade. It will not prosper for long, though it might seem that way. But I believe that in each and every one of us lies a craving, hungry bloody monster. And eventually, we ignore our conscience and the monsters devours us, one by one. And that's what will happen with your precious renewed Society. Soon, the people will divide, and then you will collapse. The Society will fall, it will crumble...don't forget that, you pathetic name for a lowlife.
(The Breaker removes his foot from The Rebel's chest and the guards come in the room to sit him down. They then tie the Rebel's arms to the chair and feed him pills to revitalize him. The Rebel then coughs as he returns to life, gasping and coughing and yelling in pain. He then glared at the Breaker with renewed fury in his eyes.)
The Rebel-You...How could have such thoughts and not be in my position is beyond my knowledge. But I must admit that they sound as crazy as my own beliefs, even worse! But why is it that you believe in what you say? We both know better...you deny the one and only Truth while I am willing to sacrifice for it.
The Breaker-Well don't you have your own demented thoughts? Your nonsense about rebellion against the system; fighting for things which you have already have, but you've been misusing them. You know that under our laws, you may have all the freedom and prosperity and order you like, as long as you respect our boundaries. What has been established and always will be established in the order. You've just been too self-absorbed to appreciate it.
The Rebel-Yet I know and I follow my own conscience in my belief for The better Society! True freedom is not within your rules of torture and silence! My so-called lunacy has generated interest for a reason; the people are becoming conscious now...if you say that the things that I am fighting for are taken for granted, then the Revolution will bring those virtues into light! Call me what you like, do to me what you will, but my idea will remain! The Truth shall be heard!
(...The Breaker sighed and chuckled. This was all getting to start like martyrdom. After all, the Rebel had been kept alive on the adrenaline and the drugs...though it might cost him his life already. Oh well. He was getting so much fun out of the warm-up, but now was time to show EXACTLY why he had been chosen for the job...)
The Breaker- That charisma of yours can certainly keep your mouth going for minutes on end. Well...enough talk. I think its time you've gotten to know the new me and forget the former Delinquent from ten years ago. This is the only thing you know about me; I am a man of justice, and I fight for The Society itself. The only thing I know about you is that you are also apparently fighting for the eventual benefit of The Society. We've picked our sides and fought our battles. Isn't it time we get to the point of this whole shebang and I take my time to actually break you? I mean, we've already gone through with the proceeding and now I get to have my fun. I hope you enjoy the savage experience. It'll refresh your mind.
(The Breaker gets a truncheon and begins to slap and whip the rebel repeatedly and then he delivers punches to The Rebel, who is then electrocuted into exhausted again. Thanks to the pills he had been fed earlier, the adrenaline had been enough to leave the Rebel to a last inch of his life...)
The Breaker- Now, now, let us see what we have now...Do we still have eyes of a so-called revolutionary?
(To his excitement, The Breaker looks into a pair of beaten yet lively eyes.)
The Rebel-...A-Are you satisfied now? D-do you not listen to my words earlier? Call me what you like, do to me what you want. My ideas will remain. The Truth will be heard. If I perish then the people will know and they will live for the Revolution...So your efforts are useless..!
(The Rebel then spits defiantly at the stunned Breaker, who actually receives the spit and in retaliation, viciously bites the lip and tongue of The Rebel and for a moment, the two males seem to engage into a voracious kiss. But then Breaker draws himself away from the Rebel and with a smirk, licks his lip and wipes the blood off with his sleeve. He then moves to return to the table, twirling the truncheon in his hands.)
The Breaker-I wonder...do you really want to die that much? Thinking that your demise will trigger something. Though of course, it could mean something if you died, though; you are a family man, widowed with a son. Said son then joined the Father's happy cause. But then...will he have time to miss Daddy when he's gone? I don't know about that. But then, I forget that you also have influenced your surrogate gangs of rebel wannabes; young guns who all want to do something with their lives. They let themselves be brainwashed by your ideas so they can say they they're important. They want to destroy buildings and scorch childhood enemies for your beautiful and successful revolution. Rah rah rah. I'm afraid that you're in for a sad aftermath of bullocks after it.
The Rebel- ...Again, I'm being called the lunatic...you have had your mind corroded to a point of no return. Your future of the Society collapsing will never happen. With the Truth, The Society will not be repeating our mistakes!(The Rebel is then slapped by the Breaker's truncheon)
The Breaker-Uh uh uh. There you go again. Is the edge of death making you sound like a broken record? I'm beginning to think so. I think that you and I differ too much on how your revolution will ever happen. You're so hellbent on creating your precious peace, freedom and prosperity that you will fail to see what will be lost in the process. It would have to take that one prodigy son of yours to make it exactly what you fear most. (He pauses to slap the thin stick on The Rebel's cheek)And if that son of yours is as pigheaded and as hellbent as Daddy is, the denial will start even earlier and your worst will come...Since it only takes one man to lead a people to peace as well as that same man who could drive it to extinction.
The Rebel- I think you are mistaken this time around...but if you would like to prove your theory, finish me. With the knowledge of my demise, we shall we see who is right.
The Breaker- ...Tut tut tut. Do you know what our first Revolution was about? It had been lead by a Knight named Lucius, who fell out of touch with The Lord at the time. He plotted conspiracy to take over from The Lord but was defeated and banished from Eden. Since then, these “fights for power” have been repeated, each with their shares of successes...though they vary. You want to fight for this. You want to fight for that. Familiarity that took years to establish and lose all over again. Why? Because one person couldn't wait his turn anymore. One person was so short-tempered. One person was so empathetic that he made everyone believe that their fighting was necessary. The reversal of this authority for theirs. Your lives and mine will be better, I promise you. They all sound the same. The people listen. The people follow. The people prosper, destroy...and then, then they collapse. The monster had taken over. It was all because of that one man who was just too impatient. That one man was willing to put his life on the line for the revolution that will never truly come. They have many names and many roles, but eventually they all fail. And what's to say that what you're doing will suceed where they've
fallen?
The Rebel-Grr! Such cynicism...well then, to see where your cycle will go, go on and finish me! I will prove to you that my sacrifice will be wor- (Before he finished his sentence, The Rebel was then jerked by the neck by The Breaker and faints.)
(Lights dim to black.)
(( Yep. That's about it for today. Did anyone get the reference from the book yet? Any allusions?
I know, I know. Chilling, ain't it?
A comment I got was 'how depressed were you'? And I'd just like to say...I don't get depression.
Depression gets ME.
I'm not sure what I'm gonna post tomorrow, though I'm thinking it'll be a poem. What I can tell you though is that Wednesday and Thursday, I'll be posting two versions of the same story. Which looks better? You tell me.))
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See how cute it looks?
