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Some Kind Of Wizard; Jericho 28/9/2007
Topic Started: Feb 5 2008, 06:43 PM (365 Views)
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“So...”

Curtains drawn, all moves in darkness. The little pillar of light, swaying in the chilled breeze, does all it can to warm the mood.

Is that hope?
Or deluded aspiration?

It's a new world love, you can't dream to defeat.


“... Another day, another collection of words to spit at people who'll never listen. Why bother talking, if nobody's listening indeed.”

A single flick of flame from the heart of the room, a small amber moon quickly appearing, smoke floating from its center.

Breath in my boy, breath deep.

Heat drapes down his throat and tickles his lungs. A slight cough the only sign of a disease.


“Wave upon wave upon wave, the people roar and anticipate. An ocean of madness is gathering, and look at me at the bottom of the sea. And I still haven't figured out if I can swim.”

Muffled sounds of feet dragging themselves across a floor, objects beings brushed aside by general apathy. The noises of the detached.

What happened while we were gone?

A blind allows us to see, the covering torn aside to let the pillar grow.

The room, Jericho's living room, is nothing but a mess. Clothes strung over carpet, empty food containers becoming homes for minute ghosts. A alcohol bottles and cigarette packets, too many to count.

Desertion.


“I haven't figured out a lot of things. I can't think, I can barely breathe. There's just this... feeling? Or an idea.

The first born is dead.
I can't understand.”

He staggers, a hand through his hair, to drop himself on the couch amongst the dust.

“She's gone, you know. Felicity. She just up and left. I can't remember when it was now, the days have kinda blurred. A week, maybe? She was all I had, but I never thought her leaving would kill this much of me. It's not like I loved her or anything...

You're all I've got left. Do you realize that? A collection of people who's faces I can't see and who's voices never speak to me.

You.
And you.
And you.
And you.

That's all.

And the others.

The others at the bottom of the ocean with me

My forced brothers and my desiring foes. Stuck between canvas and a splintering place, surrounded by the hymning masses.

And I'm supposed to care?”

He rolls to face us, dead cigarette in his hand, a face drained of color and eyes that cut through to another day.

“Do you believe in magic?

I do...”

He pauses to light another paper covered stick.

"It takes a special kind of spell to cast despair and breed conviction.
She always was talented.

I've never been one to be overly focused, my sight has been a laser, but these last few weeks have given me a new reason to care.

I need a distraction.
I need a vessel to hold my hate.
I need a skull to force my detachment into.

I need you.

Stonewall, Diablo, Black.

Thank you again.

You gave me acceptance, you gave me confidence.

Now, I repay you.

I'm running scared, but I'll be fighting with desire, I'll be walking with victory.

Felicity has torn my world, I'll use your flesh to hold it together.
God knows I need something to do it.”

A flick of a cigarette butt, it spins in the air before hurtling to the ground to join its brethren. Together in death, the group falls from one man.

“I may be stuck in yesterday, but my sins are all I need. Disinterest and disillusion will make you see the white flag as red.

Apathy and sadism are one in the same, I wont care to stop. It wont for me, why should you all be so lucky?

There's a knife in my hand, covered in blood.
For the first time, I understand.”

He sits up and reaches for a cigarette box. Rolling it in his hand, he takes the final and sets it ablaze, burning the tip black.
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