Post by Huntress on Oct 19, 2011 12:28:10 GMT -5
((Pre-war))
What had she done? She could remember doing it but why had she done it? Why couldn't she stop it? This voice, this taunting, cruel voice, was it the cause? It seemed to be the only possibility. The dark amethyst colored femme felt like she was in a nightmare she couldn't wake up from, her parent lay on the floor, still as the death that had overcome them, her hands covered in energon, but she didn't do it, she tried to stop it but this force within her was what had brought this to pass. She would be to blame, it was her hands that had done the deed, even if not by her will, even though those close to her knew she carried a second spark, it was still by her hands. ~"Mother. . .father. . ."~ the words came from a shaky voice as she heard sirens in the background, they were growing nearer, she couldn't run, as much as the other voice within her told her to, she couldn't run, running wouldn't bring them back, nothing would.
She was supposed to be at her intern job, helping in the labs today, but she hadn't been the one who woke up this morning, and this occurred, this nightmare, the voice she had lived with before, she knew it, her sister technically, was sadistic, but she never though this other spark could be that cruel. She had kept it pushed back before, but today, everything changed. She looked to the weapon, the one that hand been used to slaughter her own parents. When she was spawned with this second spark no doctor would touch it, fearful that forceful removal of the second spark would kill the main and the body, but after this, what was death compared to this pain? She wanted to be sure this never happened again, by removing her sister's spark from her frame, or killing both of them.
She reached for the weapon, it felt like her own frame was fighting her in every motion. She finally got her hand around the blade's handle as she heard the sirens right outside. It was then she froze, her body refusing to move at her will, but it did begin to move, and it wasn't her doing it, {~"No, no, not again . . ."~} the body turned to the door where any who came in would have to pass, weapon in hand, she felt a sickening urge from her sister's spark then, more bloodlust, more lust for violence. Today was a living nightmare for Astra Solaris, one she was helpless within.
What had she done? She could remember doing it but why had she done it? Why couldn't she stop it? This voice, this taunting, cruel voice, was it the cause? It seemed to be the only possibility. The dark amethyst colored femme felt like she was in a nightmare she couldn't wake up from, her parent lay on the floor, still as the death that had overcome them, her hands covered in energon, but she didn't do it, she tried to stop it but this force within her was what had brought this to pass. She would be to blame, it was her hands that had done the deed, even if not by her will, even though those close to her knew she carried a second spark, it was still by her hands. ~"Mother. . .father. . ."~ the words came from a shaky voice as she heard sirens in the background, they were growing nearer, she couldn't run, as much as the other voice within her told her to, she couldn't run, running wouldn't bring them back, nothing would.
She was supposed to be at her intern job, helping in the labs today, but she hadn't been the one who woke up this morning, and this occurred, this nightmare, the voice she had lived with before, she knew it, her sister technically, was sadistic, but she never though this other spark could be that cruel. She had kept it pushed back before, but today, everything changed. She looked to the weapon, the one that hand been used to slaughter her own parents. When she was spawned with this second spark no doctor would touch it, fearful that forceful removal of the second spark would kill the main and the body, but after this, what was death compared to this pain? She wanted to be sure this never happened again, by removing her sister's spark from her frame, or killing both of them.
She reached for the weapon, it felt like her own frame was fighting her in every motion. She finally got her hand around the blade's handle as she heard the sirens right outside. It was then she froze, her body refusing to move at her will, but it did begin to move, and it wasn't her doing it, {~"No, no, not again . . ."~} the body turned to the door where any who came in would have to pass, weapon in hand, she felt a sickening urge from her sister's spark then, more bloodlust, more lust for violence. Today was a living nightmare for Astra Solaris, one she was helpless within.