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| StingWolf | May 19 2008, 01:26 AM Post #1 |
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Scream, or now named Saint, sat in the forest. He was alone, his wounds from the past healed, or at least that was what he thought. He had a knife in his hand, just and ordinary kitchen knife. But it was from easy to access materials, that Scream had murdered many people. He had a brother, but was later betrayed by him. He met a friend, which gave him a new name. Saint was his name now, but with a sharp knife in his hand, was he really worthy of his new name? Every time he held an ordinary knife, thoughts of the darkness that he tried to give up returned to him. He couldn’t be sure that he would ever not be Scream. As he was now, still in a fragile state of mind, he was completely unpredictable. He whispered to himself, trying hard to remain as Saint, as if he were two different people. ”What should I do? I’ve killed so many, taken so much. I’ve cause so much pain. This knife that I can’t let go of, it calls for me to continue on my path to embrace. But, she gave me a new name. I should be Saint not Scream, so why does it play mind games with me. Please, send me a sign.” The young boy sat on a tree branch; he looked down at the dirt floor of the forest. He could only remember the day his arm was broken. That day change him, but was if for the better or worse. If he did continue on his path, there would be a new hatred, a new passion to kill and harm more people. After all, he never claimed his vengeance. ”What am I supposed to do? Follow the embrace that I’ve believed in for so long, or bury the blade and never hold these violent urges that run so deeply in my veins. I, just don’t know what to do....” |
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| Deleted User | Jun 1 2008, 01:59 PM Post #2 |
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Drisk walked through the forest, his concentration fully on the arguement raging inside his head. come on, no one will ever know Marius pleaded with Drisk. NO Drisk thought back, dead set on not giving in to Marius. these are human lives you're talking about. There's not a chance in hell you're getting control again, you sadistic, twisted murderer. I just want to kill one person, it can be anyone. Come on, just find someone who deserves to die. No one here deserves to die, especially in the ways you kill. GIVE ME CONTROL! "NO" Drisk yelled, and quickly put his hands over his mouth, realizing he had said that part out loud. Drisk looked around to see if anyone had heard his outburst. The place seemed empty, until he noticed someone in a tree branch, holding a knife. Feeling slightly embarassed, Drisk hastily yelled "umm... ignore that please, I was just arguing with someone in my head...... that makes me sound completely insane, doesn't it?" That was just great. Drisk hadn't even been at that school for a day, and already he seemed like a crazed loon. Sighing, Drisk sat down and started shifting small rocks into base matter, and then into new rocks to pass the time. |
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| StingWolf | Jun 2 2008, 08:10 PM Post #3 |
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“Insane?” Scream spoke out as he jumped down from the tree. “What is insanity? I don’t know if I’ll ever be Saint, or if I’ll remain Scream forever.” Scream moved the knife in his hand towards his neck, “I can remember it clearly now. I tried to kill myself, because I had a broken arm. That was one of the worst moments of my life. After all, revenge can’t be settled with one arm alone. Nevertheless, I had a connection in my head. As long as I hold this knife, evil thoughts travel trough my mind.” Scream threw his knife out the ground in front of his visitor’s feet. “Who are you?” It seemed like Scream was becoming more and more like his brother. Blood, Scream brother, had started living in the woods before his emotion finally eased itself into a happier and friendlier mood. For the brothers that murdered and killed, they slowly found some kind of peace in the wilderness. “I don’t want to kill anymore, so don’t give me a reason to want you dead.” Scream’s voice wasn’t of anger but of calmness. He used to scare, threaten, and torture people in order to get his way. His voice tone didn’t sound like it was making threats, but promises. “Oh well, it doesn’t matter who or what you are, the only question that needs answering is why are you here?” |
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| Deleted User | Jun 3 2008, 09:05 AM Post #4 |
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Well, this guy seems a little off his rocker thought Drisk as the other guy talked to him. "Umm.... my name is Drisk Kayne, I'm just here because I'm exploring the area around the campus, and I was hoping too get in some training. It also seemed like a much quieter place, which makes it easier to argue with the person in my head. Now if you don't mind me asking, what are you doing here, especially up in a tree with a knife?" Drisk looked at the person in front of him. Although for the most part he looked normal, there was something disturbingly crazy about him, though he couldn't quite grasp what it was. "And what was, something like remaining Scream forever or something? Forgivr me but that didn't make a whole lot of sense to me." It was then that Drisk grasped it. Something about this other person reminded him of Marius, but only slightly. However, slightly was all it took, and so Drisk slid his foot until it hit the knife, at which point Drisk shifted it into base matter so that this other guy couldn't use it to stab him. |
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| StingWolf | Jun 3 2008, 06:41 PM Post #5 |
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“Nothing in this world makes sense. How was did I become part a violent, murderous duo. As a child, I orchestrated what had become some of the most disturbing actions taken against humans. Tell me something about you?” Scream smiled a cynical smile, his mind however wasn’t focused, one side wanted nothing to do with violence at this point while the other wanted more death. “I’ll tell you something about me.” Scream crouched down his hands touching the dirt floor of the forest. “Training is useless. Everyone at this school seems to want nothing more than to train. When the simple fact is it won’t help you in the end.” Scream started to laugh a bit and when he stopped his stared at Drisk. “I once trained as well, I trained my brother, my puppet. He was very useful, did as I instructed, killed many people. But that training did nothing to stop him from attacking me. He couldn’t be controlled, just like everything else in this world.” Scream turned around and started to whisper, ”Playing a game is good and fun, but what happens when you outgrow it?” He was barely audible and he wasn’t exactly stable either. He seemed almost unpredictable and dangerous. Scream looked over at Drisk, “How many people have you seen die?” It was a strange question from a strange person. |
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| Deleted User | Jun 3 2008, 10:51 PM Post #6 |
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Drisk was disturbed by this guy. From what he could gather, he was a murderer, a deranged psycho. Drisk didn't know how to react to what this guy was telling him, and he wasn't sure he wanted to know. Clearing his throat nervously, Drisk said "I have to admit I've never seen anyone die, and if I can help it I never will. And training is not useless. I train because I have a goal, a goal that I have to meet, no matter what. Do you see the green in my hair? It encompassess more and more of my hair as I get better and better with my abilities. Until it's completely green I NEED to keep training, or... I'll never reach my goal." Drisk felt himself and his voice growing more confident, and he knew that if this crazy guy tried to fight him for whatever reason, the small green puddle that used to be a knife would be a huge advantage. "Now I have a question for you. WHO are you, WHAT are you doing here, and WHY do you remind me of the only person I hate?" |
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| StingWolf | Jul 1 2008, 07:19 AM Post #7 |
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“Who am I? What a strange question....” Scream pointed to the ground, “I guess I’m like dirt, worthless and disgusting.” Scream sat down on the ground, “I don’t really know what I’m doing here. I suppose I’m here because it was my place of weakness in the past.” Scream motioned for Drisk to sit down. “I don’t know why I remind you of the person you hate, because I’ve never met the person you hate. Please now, just sit. There is no need for hostility.” Something was obviously wrong with Scream, it seemed like he was splitting into two people. His personality had just done a complete switch. Now, he seemed not so anxious to kill, but more as if he desired peace. Although, Scream’s darkness still hid itself beneath the surface, luckily it wasn’t as strong as before. “If I wanted you dead you wouldn’t be here, so I would appreciate it if you maybe watched your tone.” |
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| Deleted User | Jul 3 2008, 12:30 PM Post #8 |
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Drisk sat down, still wary of this strange student but glad that he didn't seem to want to fight or kill him. IT was strange, he'd seem so different just a few moments ago, almost like he had two personalities... and maybe that's why he reminded Drisk of Marius. One personality that was friendly and wanted peace, another which loved fighting, torturing, and killing. Drisk gained a new respect for this other student, for he too knew what it was like to have two completely different sides, they almost seemed to pull away from each other, tearing the person down the middle (figuratively, of course). "So.... I'm really new to the school, how would you describe what AHS is like?" |
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| StingWolf | Jul 3 2008, 08:23 PM Post #9 |
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“AHS, I guess I really wouldn’t know. I don’t go to my classes, I’ve only really went near the school one time, and nearly died doing so.” Scream looked at the boy strangely, “I want to know something, do you have any siblings? Like any brothers or sisters?” It was in his past, that Scream faced the true terror of his own psychotic brother. In his darkest hour, Scream’s life was threatened and nearly taken. Of course not by any of the other students, but by the only one who like him, had nothing to lose. “The day I went towards the school was nothing more than a hunt. Of course it turned sour and led to my own flesh and blood attempting to drain the life out of me.” Scream experienced a lot of death, mostly due by his actions, but it almost never involved him. He used his brother like a pet, a dog that did its master’s work. However humans and meta-humans were not dogs and could not be controlled forever. He learned that the hard way. “I guess this school is pretty nice when your not hated by almost everyone you meet. I was never fortunate enough to not be hated.” Scream had a very dark tone even if he had no evil intentions on his mind, it made it hard for anyone to trust him let alone like him. His brother had, for the longest time been the only one that liked him. The betrayal affected Scream in ways that nobody could imagine. “Of course I guess I brought that hatred onto myself.” Scream was calm for now, yet his tone still seemed dark and uncaring. “So as long as you don’t turn yourself into a hated outcast like I did you might enjoy this school.” Scream had of course made himself into an outcast by giving into his madness and committing terrible crimes, now he only hoped to control his darkness and repent for his past transgressions. |
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