ok, sorry, i've been like posting my writngs and such up and nothing about my menial life! because of this, i have decided to make a second blog, explicitly for my writing and wordly doodles. lol.
ok, what you have missed: i have suddenly developed the amasing ability to ype really fast, and i have no idea how. it kinda freaks me out! uh.... i love my new school, but every thing is way to easy, the teachers have my working alone and going at my own pace, in the time it took for my math teacher to cover 2 sections with the class, i finished a chapter! lol, ok, so thats about it. see yall around!
9.15.2008
9.07.2008
glimps into the workings of my mind.
"that happens, you know" her words were soft, reassuring, though the pain leaked through. they had been as close as we were. "its war. people die."
i could not feel her hand on my arm, only the knowledge that something kept me from drawing the dagger.
people die. i knew that. battle- a ton of people killing alot of other people. i KNEW that. i am a soulder. a machine. people die. fragile, breackable people breack and DIE. i knew that from day one, i knew not to make attachents, that any thing i held dear to me would only be stipped away in time. i knew that, yet i still loved her.
the shape before me was still cowering against the rock, hands gripping eachother... such fear. should i feel pity? remorse?
wrenched my hand toward the figure, tearing effortlessly though her resistance. i heared he fall backward against somthing. but it didnt matter.
only one thing mattered. the dagger would be to quick...
i bent over, grabbing the collar of the figure, smug that its feet hung off the ground. ripped the helmit off, a intentionally rough movement.
mabe it would breack its neck, and i could bespared the duty of killing it. spared? no, robbed.
it's face was feminine, once human, but that didnt matter. if it had ever been human, then my killing if now would be a good thing.
its eyes were wide, afraid, and in them i saw the one carry hit again and again, crumple small because of the sudden decompression then expand atoughsand times its normality, before being momentatily engulfed in flames. it was not in her, no its, eyes, but reflected from my own. i saw it, remebered it, the only thing in this creatures eyes was fear. it only cared about its self. and its mission. to kill every one i loved and cared about.
the helmit clattered to the floor.
i could hear the dry sobs of the girl behind me.
... i knew her name, but now, so blinded by rage and pain, it escaped me.
"WHAT WILL THIS ACCOMPLISH?!" she called
the thing, i refuse to call it a girl, in my hand thrashed about, gasping for air. the sobs behind me turned panicked.
stared into its eyes, wating for then to cloud over. any moment now. any moment.
she got up, standing now beside where beast hung from my hand, looking franticly at me. " you kill her, then what?!"
my hand tightened, the face of the crecure turned a pleaseing purple.
why was she defending it? this thing had stolen the only thing that i cared about, and now it needed to die.
my hand tightened again.
"like you said," i grinned now, the eyes were beginning to lose hope, the moments growing slugished and labored, just a silent plea that i alone could see now. just that silent plea...
i could not feel her hand on my arm, only the knowledge that something kept me from drawing the dagger.
people die. i knew that. battle- a ton of people killing alot of other people. i KNEW that. i am a soulder. a machine. people die. fragile, breackable people breack and DIE. i knew that from day one, i knew not to make attachents, that any thing i held dear to me would only be stipped away in time. i knew that, yet i still loved her.
the shape before me was still cowering against the rock, hands gripping eachother... such fear. should i feel pity? remorse?
wrenched my hand toward the figure, tearing effortlessly though her resistance. i heared he fall backward against somthing. but it didnt matter.
only one thing mattered. the dagger would be to quick...
i bent over, grabbing the collar of the figure, smug that its feet hung off the ground. ripped the helmit off, a intentionally rough movement.
mabe it would breack its neck, and i could bespared the duty of killing it. spared? no, robbed.
it's face was feminine, once human, but that didnt matter. if it had ever been human, then my killing if now would be a good thing.
its eyes were wide, afraid, and in them i saw the one carry hit again and again, crumple small because of the sudden decompression then expand atoughsand times its normality, before being momentatily engulfed in flames. it was not in her, no its, eyes, but reflected from my own. i saw it, remebered it, the only thing in this creatures eyes was fear. it only cared about its self. and its mission. to kill every one i loved and cared about.
the helmit clattered to the floor.
i could hear the dry sobs of the girl behind me.
... i knew her name, but now, so blinded by rage and pain, it escaped me.
"WHAT WILL THIS ACCOMPLISH?!" she called
the thing, i refuse to call it a girl, in my hand thrashed about, gasping for air. the sobs behind me turned panicked.
stared into its eyes, wating for then to cloud over. any moment now. any moment.
she got up, standing now beside where beast hung from my hand, looking franticly at me. " you kill her, then what?!"
my hand tightened, the face of the crecure turned a pleaseing purple.
why was she defending it? this thing had stolen the only thing that i cared about, and now it needed to die.
my hand tightened again.
"like you said," i grinned now, the eyes were beginning to lose hope, the moments growing slugished and labored, just a silent plea that i alone could see now. just that silent plea...
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