Revolution RP: Born Into Darkness (Goodbye Old Friend)
Nov 10, 2013 16:19:46 GMT -5
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Post by Dex on Nov 10, 2013 16:19:46 GMT -5
Born Into Darkness (Goodbye Old Friend)
Darkness. Some choose to avoid it, others are born into it. It’s all determined by fate. Some even call it destiny. I find myself wandering through time, questioning what is my very purpose on this Earth. I don’t remember anything. I contemplate it every night, haunted in my own darkness. I've recently become timid, afraid to come in contact with other human’s. They’ll reject me. Just like everyone always has. Some may pretend and fool me into thinking we’re allies, but in reality I’ll always be an enemy. I wish life was different. Kids, a big house and a wife all seem like a distant dream to me. The closest to happiness would be death, free from these chains that bring me down. But even then the Devil would feast on my soul for an eternity. I wish I could just completely run away, become a new man, or at least pretend i'm human. Even then i’d be discovered then eventually be ridiculed again. I hide in darkness, afraid of what is to come in the outside world. It isn't possible for me to relate to anyone, I know what it truly means to be alone. Born into darkness.
“Dex. Don’t be a bit frightened at all, I've got you in my arms. While I whisper in your promise me you won't remain in fear. For I have a proposition that you must take into consideration. Dex. You have something that I want. Something extraordinary and truly amazing, I wish to resurrect my hate for Earth, to you. Your spirit is the definitive definition of darkness, possibly even surpassing me in hate.”
The murmur in my ear was faint. A voice so raspy that it sent chills rushing down my very spine. I was afraid. The first time I’d ever felt, human. Only fear itself could frighten me so easily, I knew effortlessly who it was, just by the sound of his voice. He was the only one who was there for me, he’d whisper in my ears at night. He’d give me advice when I sought for it. There wasn't a doubt in my mind, it was him, Lucifer. I feel as if we have very much in common, both of us had been cast down from heaven for being more than “God” could handle. We both live in darkness and our goal’s are identical. My goal was naive and idiotic. Chasing heaven, but luckily I realized my stupidity. My only intention on this Earth is to bring down heaven, and make God himself beg for mercy as I happily torture him.
“So what’s it going to be Dex? You know I can’t have competition roaming this Earth. You either accept or you face death. Your choice, either option would satisfy me very much.”
“Lucifer. We are very much alike, why would I refuse an offer from my only companion? No one on this planet cares or has accepted me. I’d rather die than try to help God protect this Earth and it’s senseless futile society.”
He happily chuckles in my ear, excited as his dark chilling ideas are spreading.
Dex. It appears as if i’m running late, I've got another tasty soul to feast on. Hopefully the blood is rich and the meat is appetizing. Listen Dex. I've got a job for you to handle. You mustn't fail, and if your clumsiness gets the best of you, then the only one that will be dead here is you. I’ll personally tear you apart limb by limb, choke you until you die, then I’ll share the remains with the dogs. But hopefully our little bond doesn't end so fast. I've enclosed this letter with the directions and the description of this job. Goodbye Dex.
The letter soon becomes present, visible to the human eye.
What have I possibly gotten myself into? I should have known. I was idiotic, believing that he’d let me live as his apprentice. Trapped, nowhere to run, falling into an even bigger hole.This one is impossible to escape, each day I feel as if the hole continues to get deeper and deeper. My closest companion is the Devil, and even he uses me as a pawn.
I cautiously open the letter, slowly ripping into it, afraid. The letter reads:
[Instructions]
-Created at 12:08 A.M, 11/09/13-
Intended for the individual named Dex. Immediately discard of this note as soon as you finish examining it.
Description of the mission- Find a man named Eric Wright. You are to stealthy assassinate him by 4:00 A.M. He resides in a small beaten up shack hidden in the woods, be cautious he carries multiple firearms by his bedside. It’s highly likely that he will be asleep. But if he isn't there, it is your duty to locate him and kill him before 4:00 A.M.
Mission Rank~ C Rank (Intended for people who posses much skill.)
It is also important to know that he posses an otherworldly power. The ability to see phantoms. Eric is an important target for us. If you complete this mission you will be receive a reward, if you do not you will be killed instantly. Do not fail us.
Discard of this letter now.
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5.
4.
I quickly tear the instructions into pieces.
Eric Wright, could I possibly wrong about him? We’re almost alike, we both have deep connections with the outer-world. I rejected him, I always felt as if he was just messing with me. All this time Eric had been here for me. He was closer to me than anyone has ever been. The closest I've had to a father; the closest I've had to a friend….
-The Clock Reads 12:45 A.M-
Still I sit in the abandoned house, contemplating my next move.
How is it possible, only the Devil could pull such a demented twisted move on me. Easily controlled is what I am, I let my loneliness and despair get the better of me. How could I have possibly wasted so much time? Eric was good to me. Why did I reject him, and avoid him at all costs? He was right. Why do I continue to follow this path straight into darkness? Theirs no way out of it, not even Eric’s wisest words of advice could save me from this pain I feel. Being alone is the biggest wound a heart can take, the only medication is love. But the closest thing to that was Eric, he was my only friend. I should have cherished the moments we spent as allies more. Maybe I wouldn't be stuck in such a rut.
-The Clock Reads 1:08 A.M-
This wound in my heart continues to grow, and it frightens me that either choice will end in the same result. I’ll be alone. When I first arrived on Earth I didn't realize my ignorance. I've always thought I was too good for this planet and it’s people. I now realize that my goals were idiotic, I should have searched for companionship. My heart wouldn't have been so torn and broken. It beats faster and faster as seconds pass, not giving me a moment to rest. If I fail this mission then there will be no more Dex. And if I carry through with the mission, then my closest ally will be deceased. Which path should I partake in? Cherishing my own life, and being alone, or sacrificing myself for a friend. Someone who has always attempted to look out for me.
-The Clock Reads 2:39 A.M-
I have less than two hours to get the job completed.
I continue to think to myself, what should I do, as I dash to Eric’s home. Could I possibly warn him and I disappear from this world? It isn't worth it. I have to kill Eric, I value my own blood more than i’ll ever value him. No, what am I thinking! How could I ever kill him? How could I ever simply kill with these hands? Could I simply be that ruthless? The thoughts that rush through my mind are contradicting one another, as I get closer and closer to his home, I still find my thoughts fighting each other in a battle.
200 Pine Street
It appears as if i’ve found the street.
My mind has come to a conclusion at last. I must kill Eric Wright, darkness is something one simply cannot escape. You’re born into it, unable to escape your past or even prevent the future. Destiny is, well it’s destiny.
I find Eric’s home. It is a blue house secluded behind most other houses, it’s large and made of some kind of brick material.
I've never been into a house other than the one I inhabit. I slightly grin at the fact of tasting blood, it’s been a while since these hands have been stained. The rush of killing Eric Wright will be the most exciting thing I've done in my entire span of life here on Earth. Nothing can simply be better than the taste of human blood. I chuckle as I lick my lips to the thought of drinking sweet blood.
I stand outside of his house, attempting to find a way of entry.
First i’ll begin to choke him until he squeals like a little girl. Then I, believe I should chop him into pieces and eat his flavorful meat raw. Then for dessert I’ll sip his blood limb by limb, dry. That is, if his blood is rich.
My eyes find a way of entry, an open window. I slowly make my way towards the window.
I wouldn't want to startle Eric already, i’d rather just surprise him with the gift of death. The last gift he shall ever receive. In a way I feel honored to be the one chosen to kill Eric. He’s pitting me against Eric to see if I can overcome human-like emotions, of course I can.
I scale his house in an attempt to get inside the open window; I succeed. His house is decorated with many various accolades from his admirable wrestling career.
Too bad I’ll have to end that legacy tonight.
A clock is placed to my right, it reads:
-3:47 A.M-
My pocket somehow becomes heavier after I finish glancing at the time. I reach deeply into my pocket only to find a gun, loaded with ammunition. I chuckle, thinking to myself “I wanted to kill him with my bare hands.”
I slowly continue to creep around his house, searching for the sleeping Eric.
Dex. What are you doing here?
To my surprise the old-man wasn't asleep, he was just roaming around his house, searching for who-knows what.
Eric. You've been good to me, and I’d just like to say goodbye.
I quickly reach back into my pocket whipping out my gun, aiming to strike him right between the eyes. With such accuracy.
What are you…What are you talking about? Dex why do you have that gu….
BANG.
As expected the bullet fires at him right between the eyes, killing him on impact. Blood rushes from his head as he falls to the ground, dead.
Survival of the fittest. You either kill or be killed. I’m sorry it had to end like this.
-The Clock Reads 3:59 A.M-
END OF RP.
Darkness. Some choose to avoid it, others are born into it. It’s all determined by fate. Some even call it destiny. I find myself wandering through time, questioning what is my very purpose on this Earth. I don’t remember anything. I contemplate it every night, haunted in my own darkness. I've recently become timid, afraid to come in contact with other human’s. They’ll reject me. Just like everyone always has. Some may pretend and fool me into thinking we’re allies, but in reality I’ll always be an enemy. I wish life was different. Kids, a big house and a wife all seem like a distant dream to me. The closest to happiness would be death, free from these chains that bring me down. But even then the Devil would feast on my soul for an eternity. I wish I could just completely run away, become a new man, or at least pretend i'm human. Even then i’d be discovered then eventually be ridiculed again. I hide in darkness, afraid of what is to come in the outside world. It isn't possible for me to relate to anyone, I know what it truly means to be alone. Born into darkness.
“Dex. Don’t be a bit frightened at all, I've got you in my arms. While I whisper in your promise me you won't remain in fear. For I have a proposition that you must take into consideration. Dex. You have something that I want. Something extraordinary and truly amazing, I wish to resurrect my hate for Earth, to you. Your spirit is the definitive definition of darkness, possibly even surpassing me in hate.”
The murmur in my ear was faint. A voice so raspy that it sent chills rushing down my very spine. I was afraid. The first time I’d ever felt, human. Only fear itself could frighten me so easily, I knew effortlessly who it was, just by the sound of his voice. He was the only one who was there for me, he’d whisper in my ears at night. He’d give me advice when I sought for it. There wasn't a doubt in my mind, it was him, Lucifer. I feel as if we have very much in common, both of us had been cast down from heaven for being more than “God” could handle. We both live in darkness and our goal’s are identical. My goal was naive and idiotic. Chasing heaven, but luckily I realized my stupidity. My only intention on this Earth is to bring down heaven, and make God himself beg for mercy as I happily torture him.
“So what’s it going to be Dex? You know I can’t have competition roaming this Earth. You either accept or you face death. Your choice, either option would satisfy me very much.”
“Lucifer. We are very much alike, why would I refuse an offer from my only companion? No one on this planet cares or has accepted me. I’d rather die than try to help God protect this Earth and it’s senseless futile society.”
He happily chuckles in my ear, excited as his dark chilling ideas are spreading.
Dex. It appears as if i’m running late, I've got another tasty soul to feast on. Hopefully the blood is rich and the meat is appetizing. Listen Dex. I've got a job for you to handle. You mustn't fail, and if your clumsiness gets the best of you, then the only one that will be dead here is you. I’ll personally tear you apart limb by limb, choke you until you die, then I’ll share the remains with the dogs. But hopefully our little bond doesn't end so fast. I've enclosed this letter with the directions and the description of this job. Goodbye Dex.
The letter soon becomes present, visible to the human eye.
What have I possibly gotten myself into? I should have known. I was idiotic, believing that he’d let me live as his apprentice. Trapped, nowhere to run, falling into an even bigger hole.This one is impossible to escape, each day I feel as if the hole continues to get deeper and deeper. My closest companion is the Devil, and even he uses me as a pawn.
I cautiously open the letter, slowly ripping into it, afraid. The letter reads:
[Instructions]
-Created at 12:08 A.M, 11/09/13-
Intended for the individual named Dex. Immediately discard of this note as soon as you finish examining it.
Description of the mission- Find a man named Eric Wright. You are to stealthy assassinate him by 4:00 A.M. He resides in a small beaten up shack hidden in the woods, be cautious he carries multiple firearms by his bedside. It’s highly likely that he will be asleep. But if he isn't there, it is your duty to locate him and kill him before 4:00 A.M.
Mission Rank~ C Rank (Intended for people who posses much skill.)
It is also important to know that he posses an otherworldly power. The ability to see phantoms. Eric is an important target for us. If you complete this mission you will be receive a reward, if you do not you will be killed instantly. Do not fail us.
Discard of this letter now.
10.
9.
8.
7.
6.
5.
4.
I quickly tear the instructions into pieces.
Eric Wright, could I possibly wrong about him? We’re almost alike, we both have deep connections with the outer-world. I rejected him, I always felt as if he was just messing with me. All this time Eric had been here for me. He was closer to me than anyone has ever been. The closest I've had to a father; the closest I've had to a friend….
-The Clock Reads 12:45 A.M-
Still I sit in the abandoned house, contemplating my next move.
How is it possible, only the Devil could pull such a demented twisted move on me. Easily controlled is what I am, I let my loneliness and despair get the better of me. How could I have possibly wasted so much time? Eric was good to me. Why did I reject him, and avoid him at all costs? He was right. Why do I continue to follow this path straight into darkness? Theirs no way out of it, not even Eric’s wisest words of advice could save me from this pain I feel. Being alone is the biggest wound a heart can take, the only medication is love. But the closest thing to that was Eric, he was my only friend. I should have cherished the moments we spent as allies more. Maybe I wouldn't be stuck in such a rut.
-The Clock Reads 1:08 A.M-
This wound in my heart continues to grow, and it frightens me that either choice will end in the same result. I’ll be alone. When I first arrived on Earth I didn't realize my ignorance. I've always thought I was too good for this planet and it’s people. I now realize that my goals were idiotic, I should have searched for companionship. My heart wouldn't have been so torn and broken. It beats faster and faster as seconds pass, not giving me a moment to rest. If I fail this mission then there will be no more Dex. And if I carry through with the mission, then my closest ally will be deceased. Which path should I partake in? Cherishing my own life, and being alone, or sacrificing myself for a friend. Someone who has always attempted to look out for me.
-The Clock Reads 2:39 A.M-
I have less than two hours to get the job completed.
I continue to think to myself, what should I do, as I dash to Eric’s home. Could I possibly warn him and I disappear from this world? It isn't worth it. I have to kill Eric, I value my own blood more than i’ll ever value him. No, what am I thinking! How could I ever kill him? How could I ever simply kill with these hands? Could I simply be that ruthless? The thoughts that rush through my mind are contradicting one another, as I get closer and closer to his home, I still find my thoughts fighting each other in a battle.
200 Pine Street
It appears as if i’ve found the street.
My mind has come to a conclusion at last. I must kill Eric Wright, darkness is something one simply cannot escape. You’re born into it, unable to escape your past or even prevent the future. Destiny is, well it’s destiny.
I find Eric’s home. It is a blue house secluded behind most other houses, it’s large and made of some kind of brick material.
I've never been into a house other than the one I inhabit. I slightly grin at the fact of tasting blood, it’s been a while since these hands have been stained. The rush of killing Eric Wright will be the most exciting thing I've done in my entire span of life here on Earth. Nothing can simply be better than the taste of human blood. I chuckle as I lick my lips to the thought of drinking sweet blood.
I stand outside of his house, attempting to find a way of entry.
First i’ll begin to choke him until he squeals like a little girl. Then I, believe I should chop him into pieces and eat his flavorful meat raw. Then for dessert I’ll sip his blood limb by limb, dry. That is, if his blood is rich.
My eyes find a way of entry, an open window. I slowly make my way towards the window.
I wouldn't want to startle Eric already, i’d rather just surprise him with the gift of death. The last gift he shall ever receive. In a way I feel honored to be the one chosen to kill Eric. He’s pitting me against Eric to see if I can overcome human-like emotions, of course I can.
I scale his house in an attempt to get inside the open window; I succeed. His house is decorated with many various accolades from his admirable wrestling career.
Too bad I’ll have to end that legacy tonight.
A clock is placed to my right, it reads:
-3:47 A.M-
My pocket somehow becomes heavier after I finish glancing at the time. I reach deeply into my pocket only to find a gun, loaded with ammunition. I chuckle, thinking to myself “I wanted to kill him with my bare hands.”
I slowly continue to creep around his house, searching for the sleeping Eric.
Dex. What are you doing here?
To my surprise the old-man wasn't asleep, he was just roaming around his house, searching for who-knows what.
Eric. You've been good to me, and I’d just like to say goodbye.
I quickly reach back into my pocket whipping out my gun, aiming to strike him right between the eyes. With such accuracy.
What are you…What are you talking about? Dex why do you have that gu….
BANG.
As expected the bullet fires at him right between the eyes, killing him on impact. Blood rushes from his head as he falls to the ground, dead.
Survival of the fittest. You either kill or be killed. I’m sorry it had to end like this.
-The Clock Reads 3:59 A.M-
END OF RP.
