~Kem
As I sleep I remember the last of my marks. James Telle....such a fun one, it was his girl....'Nessy, she sinabi I could call her 'Nessy. She sinabi he was abusive and tried to rape her, but no one believed her when she told them. The police laughed in her face. He was a volunteer fire-fighter in his spare time, you see. Everyone loved him.....including her. At least, for a while. Then he showed who he really is...and everyone thought the scars on her face....they thought she put them there...along with all the bruises on her...she came to me, the one person who would listen. He was 22 and a quick background check showed no instances of violence of any kind...but the picture scratched onto 'Nessy's skin painted a whole other story. So I decided to act...as I'm doing today. I got up bright and early....meaning the sun was barely peaking over the earth. I look up and find where sinag Richie lives...easily. I let my wings form, this time pure black dragon wings...torn slightly at the tips. Suddenly I remember something about James...he was in collage, trying for a teaching job. I stayed as his shadow while making him go home, grab a knife, and walk into an alley sa pamamagitan ng a store. An alley with an old light post that didn't work anymore. As I remember this, I shoot high above the clouds. I let myself remember every detail as I fly through the dank, cool air and the mist dews to my wings. That man...for a fire-fighter he was weak. The fear in his eyes when I let myself be seen...was worth it, for he was shocked into silence. I had my giant, black and red, slightly torn dragon wings at the time. My demon outfit, same as I ware now. Leather pants with silver stick, leather dyaket with bullet stubs down the shoulders, leather gloves with studs covering them with larger ones on the knuckles, black combat boots, buckles and all, with steel toes. The buttons on my dyaket are silver skulls, pure black shirt, an a barb wire kuwintas with a ginto skull hanging from it. Not to mention all the various chains. course...I'm not called Demon Darker for no reason. I take every precaution...I never ipakita my face to a mark because I know....there are some people who can talk to the dead. They may be few but if one gets on the case...problems will arise. So I use shadow manipulation to block out my face...all they see is a dark mass with glowing eyes where my head is. I remember stabbing him 4 times. Well, one was a slash, not a stab, but anyways.....it's a peeve of mine. A little thing I do....one stab for every crime and a slash for every failed crime. 1 stab in the palm of each hand. 1 for beating her, 1 for choking her after they “broke up” (which was actually her finally running away) The slash across the chest was to trying to rape her the 1st time...and I watched him struggle in pain and beg for forgiveness. He was praying for mercy on his worthless soul. I smirk after pagbaba his mind slightly. “Mercy?” I ask in my deeper voice I use as a demon. “Mercy is for those sorry they did something wrong, not for those sorry they got caught.” and I take the kutsilyo I'd made him bring and stab him through the heart, forcing all the blood to stay in his body so there would be no splatter as I twist the blade deep into his chest and then pull it out, watching the blood spill out everywhere. I then leave, but not before taking his jacket. It was a limited addition Harley, leather, studded jacket....I just had to have it.
As I see the apartment comes into view, the sun creeps over the sky scrapers, and the phrase “Crisp, cool morning air” really doesn't work here. No, madami like “Polluted, musky, and dingy air” Anywho, I shoot down down and disappear and reappear as a shadow along the ridge of the building sa pamamagitan ng the window. I look in and see Ray. Slowly and carefully I ilipat along the shadows of the ridge through the small gap between the window and the frame. You know the one that's there and you think the window's shut but the gap's still there and then your wondering where the hell the draft's coming from cos you've closed all the windows as tight as they go. He's one of those people who've apparently heard of the cardboard trick, where you put a piece of cardboard between the window frame and the glass but it never works and usually makes it worse, ever hear of that? Probably not....anyways, I slide along the cardboard as a shadow and make my way to his shadow sa pamamagitan ng using other shadows. Handy trick, turning yourself into a shadow. Now all's I have to do is break through his sub-conscience mind. Hard for anyone else, easy with mind control and telepathy. I slip easily into his mind because he had no block up what-so-ever and notice he's slightly jittery. However, his whole mind was open to me except one part which had a giant brick pader up. That must be where he holds his guilt, cornered and locked away so it has little to no affect on him. So, in other words, perfect. “Worried?” I whisper into his mind. Playing the role of guilty conscience is fun and easy when the person is actually really guilty and knows it. And, with the whispers and murmurs of a demon killing the guilty all around this so-called great city...well, he's got every right to live the last few minutos to an oras of his life in fear. It's also a great way to break through.
“Wh-who r u?” he stammers aloud.
“I'm only your mind. No need to be afraid.” I lie. “I'm just your conscience....here to remind you of your past...”
He runs into the kusina and grabs a beer, chugging it. “This has GOT to be a dream!” he pants after “Maybe I haven't come all the way down yet....or maybe I'm not sober yet....maybe I shouldn't go out under these...”
“Will you please, kindly, SHUT THE FUCK UP?!” I snap into his mind. “You can't use alcohol as a crutch, it'll only make you fall more. And getting high will take u all the way back down after.” I reply as he grabs another serbesa and chugs it as well. “Both may make you feel like you own the world but, in the end, the world will just seem to crush you like the insignificant little vermin you are. They will only fail you in the end.”
“This is all just a dream or my imagination...” he mutters.
“No, you'er going insane. I'm just here to help the proses along.” I reply into his head with a laugh.
“NUUUUUUHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!” He screams, falling to his knees and putting both hands on the tuktok of his head. And now, I'm in. He....he looks like he wants to take off his head and throw it out the window. I hold my laugh and take control after ceasing the mental opening as soon as it became available. Not much fighting from the doomed man as his pupils widen and I know I've won.
“You will get a knife.” I say, making sure I don't say fro the kitchen, seeing as we're already there. This is just to easy. He walks over to a drawer and grabs a kutsilyo I think was used at one time to flay fish. This guess was cos there's a small silver scale left on it's handle. Either it never got washed or it never got washed right. It'll work, it looks sharp. “You won't be going to work today.” I add, remembering he was a chef at some fancy restaurant which I can't pronounce. Nor do I care. I make him slide the kutsilyo into his pocket inside his dyaket and off I make him walk. Out of the apartment and down the street. I could just make him walk out into traffic and get it over with but....naw, suppose he lived? And it'd be absolutely no fun for me. So, instead, I make him walk around a bit in the dewy morning as the sun rays just start to warm the streets. Because, you know, they've gotta get over the skyscrapers 1st and then make their way down here like a uod down a tree. Eventually I make him walk into an alley. Now....he's as good as dead. This is my turf and he's shrouded in shadows. “Ray Richie” I say out loud as I slowly form from the shadows, making sure to keep my face veiled in them. Only my eyes, a glowing crimson red from use of my powers, are showing. “You are guilty of killing your youngest son, Jay, and almost killing your wife. You also abused them, will you deny it?” I ask in my demon voice. He turns and stares at me, wide-eyed. He tries to run and I shoot my wing out to block him. “Going so soon? But we just got here, and it's just light out. Surely you have nothing better to do....then to die....?” I smirk slightly.
“H-how did u know?” he stammers. I can smell fear drifting from him like smoke away from a apoy and hear his puso pounding like it's trying to get out.
“I'm a demon....I hear all.” I reply, though I'm not really a demon. He doesn't need to know that, though. “How's it feel?”
“How's....wh-wh-what feel...?”
“How's it feel to have fear dulling your eyes? I'm sure you've seen it plenty of times in your family's eyes. After all, you can't spell families without lies...” I sneer “Do you like knowing how it feels?” my glare hardens and I use telepathy to make him see a giant skull shooting at him. This makes him fall backwards to the ground. I smirk and do it again, this time with many smaller skulls darting around him in a carefully ordered chaos of greens, yellows, and whites. I make him hear nothing madami then the pounding and beating of wings and my voice just as an under-layer of it all, a sort of echo to go with them perfectly. “Don't worry, you'll b in a better place, which is hell. I'm sure you'll be welcomed there.” I snarl, making a shadow take the kutsilyo from him and I walk over, grabbing it from the shadow, which then adds itself to the dances of the other shadows and the skulls only him and I see. I make sure no one at all is anywhere near, not that I thought anyone would be there anyways. This little part has been abandon since forever. I stab him once in the shoulder. “For abuse.” I snarl, ripping it from his flesh before raising it again and making a short dash down the middle of his forehead. “For attempted murder.” I snarl, knowing after the 1st stab he wasn't going anywhere. Fear and pain pinned him there and I finish him with a stab in the forehead, forming an up-side down tumawid with the 1st line. I knew the 1st one didn't hit bone, though. “And for running over your own son.” I resist the urge to spit on him. “May you rot in pieces.” I snarl, smearing blood from the blade onto his forehead to make wings on the upside down cross, finishing the sign before flying away, back home, being sure no one saw me leave.
As I sleep I remember the last of my marks. James Telle....such a fun one, it was his girl....'Nessy, she sinabi I could call her 'Nessy. She sinabi he was abusive and tried to rape her, but no one believed her when she told them. The police laughed in her face. He was a volunteer fire-fighter in his spare time, you see. Everyone loved him.....including her. At least, for a while. Then he showed who he really is...and everyone thought the scars on her face....they thought she put them there...along with all the bruises on her...she came to me, the one person who would listen. He was 22 and a quick background check showed no instances of violence of any kind...but the picture scratched onto 'Nessy's skin painted a whole other story. So I decided to act...as I'm doing today. I got up bright and early....meaning the sun was barely peaking over the earth. I look up and find where sinag Richie lives...easily. I let my wings form, this time pure black dragon wings...torn slightly at the tips. Suddenly I remember something about James...he was in collage, trying for a teaching job. I stayed as his shadow while making him go home, grab a knife, and walk into an alley sa pamamagitan ng a store. An alley with an old light post that didn't work anymore. As I remember this, I shoot high above the clouds. I let myself remember every detail as I fly through the dank, cool air and the mist dews to my wings. That man...for a fire-fighter he was weak. The fear in his eyes when I let myself be seen...was worth it, for he was shocked into silence. I had my giant, black and red, slightly torn dragon wings at the time. My demon outfit, same as I ware now. Leather pants with silver stick, leather dyaket with bullet stubs down the shoulders, leather gloves with studs covering them with larger ones on the knuckles, black combat boots, buckles and all, with steel toes. The buttons on my dyaket are silver skulls, pure black shirt, an a barb wire kuwintas with a ginto skull hanging from it. Not to mention all the various chains. course...I'm not called Demon Darker for no reason. I take every precaution...I never ipakita my face to a mark because I know....there are some people who can talk to the dead. They may be few but if one gets on the case...problems will arise. So I use shadow manipulation to block out my face...all they see is a dark mass with glowing eyes where my head is. I remember stabbing him 4 times. Well, one was a slash, not a stab, but anyways.....it's a peeve of mine. A little thing I do....one stab for every crime and a slash for every failed crime. 1 stab in the palm of each hand. 1 for beating her, 1 for choking her after they “broke up” (which was actually her finally running away) The slash across the chest was to trying to rape her the 1st time...and I watched him struggle in pain and beg for forgiveness. He was praying for mercy on his worthless soul. I smirk after pagbaba his mind slightly. “Mercy?” I ask in my deeper voice I use as a demon. “Mercy is for those sorry they did something wrong, not for those sorry they got caught.” and I take the kutsilyo I'd made him bring and stab him through the heart, forcing all the blood to stay in his body so there would be no splatter as I twist the blade deep into his chest and then pull it out, watching the blood spill out everywhere. I then leave, but not before taking his jacket. It was a limited addition Harley, leather, studded jacket....I just had to have it.
As I see the apartment comes into view, the sun creeps over the sky scrapers, and the phrase “Crisp, cool morning air” really doesn't work here. No, madami like “Polluted, musky, and dingy air” Anywho, I shoot down down and disappear and reappear as a shadow along the ridge of the building sa pamamagitan ng the window. I look in and see Ray. Slowly and carefully I ilipat along the shadows of the ridge through the small gap between the window and the frame. You know the one that's there and you think the window's shut but the gap's still there and then your wondering where the hell the draft's coming from cos you've closed all the windows as tight as they go. He's one of those people who've apparently heard of the cardboard trick, where you put a piece of cardboard between the window frame and the glass but it never works and usually makes it worse, ever hear of that? Probably not....anyways, I slide along the cardboard as a shadow and make my way to his shadow sa pamamagitan ng using other shadows. Handy trick, turning yourself into a shadow. Now all's I have to do is break through his sub-conscience mind. Hard for anyone else, easy with mind control and telepathy. I slip easily into his mind because he had no block up what-so-ever and notice he's slightly jittery. However, his whole mind was open to me except one part which had a giant brick pader up. That must be where he holds his guilt, cornered and locked away so it has little to no affect on him. So, in other words, perfect. “Worried?” I whisper into his mind. Playing the role of guilty conscience is fun and easy when the person is actually really guilty and knows it. And, with the whispers and murmurs of a demon killing the guilty all around this so-called great city...well, he's got every right to live the last few minutos to an oras of his life in fear. It's also a great way to break through.
“Wh-who r u?” he stammers aloud.
“I'm only your mind. No need to be afraid.” I lie. “I'm just your conscience....here to remind you of your past...”
He runs into the kusina and grabs a beer, chugging it. “This has GOT to be a dream!” he pants after “Maybe I haven't come all the way down yet....or maybe I'm not sober yet....maybe I shouldn't go out under these...”
“Will you please, kindly, SHUT THE FUCK UP?!” I snap into his mind. “You can't use alcohol as a crutch, it'll only make you fall more. And getting high will take u all the way back down after.” I reply as he grabs another serbesa and chugs it as well. “Both may make you feel like you own the world but, in the end, the world will just seem to crush you like the insignificant little vermin you are. They will only fail you in the end.”
“This is all just a dream or my imagination...” he mutters.
“No, you'er going insane. I'm just here to help the proses along.” I reply into his head with a laugh.
“NUUUUUUHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!” He screams, falling to his knees and putting both hands on the tuktok of his head. And now, I'm in. He....he looks like he wants to take off his head and throw it out the window. I hold my laugh and take control after ceasing the mental opening as soon as it became available. Not much fighting from the doomed man as his pupils widen and I know I've won.
“You will get a knife.” I say, making sure I don't say fro the kitchen, seeing as we're already there. This is just to easy. He walks over to a drawer and grabs a kutsilyo I think was used at one time to flay fish. This guess was cos there's a small silver scale left on it's handle. Either it never got washed or it never got washed right. It'll work, it looks sharp. “You won't be going to work today.” I add, remembering he was a chef at some fancy restaurant which I can't pronounce. Nor do I care. I make him slide the kutsilyo into his pocket inside his dyaket and off I make him walk. Out of the apartment and down the street. I could just make him walk out into traffic and get it over with but....naw, suppose he lived? And it'd be absolutely no fun for me. So, instead, I make him walk around a bit in the dewy morning as the sun rays just start to warm the streets. Because, you know, they've gotta get over the skyscrapers 1st and then make their way down here like a uod down a tree. Eventually I make him walk into an alley. Now....he's as good as dead. This is my turf and he's shrouded in shadows. “Ray Richie” I say out loud as I slowly form from the shadows, making sure to keep my face veiled in them. Only my eyes, a glowing crimson red from use of my powers, are showing. “You are guilty of killing your youngest son, Jay, and almost killing your wife. You also abused them, will you deny it?” I ask in my demon voice. He turns and stares at me, wide-eyed. He tries to run and I shoot my wing out to block him. “Going so soon? But we just got here, and it's just light out. Surely you have nothing better to do....then to die....?” I smirk slightly.
“H-how did u know?” he stammers. I can smell fear drifting from him like smoke away from a apoy and hear his puso pounding like it's trying to get out.
“I'm a demon....I hear all.” I reply, though I'm not really a demon. He doesn't need to know that, though. “How's it feel?”
“How's....wh-wh-what feel...?”
“How's it feel to have fear dulling your eyes? I'm sure you've seen it plenty of times in your family's eyes. After all, you can't spell families without lies...” I sneer “Do you like knowing how it feels?” my glare hardens and I use telepathy to make him see a giant skull shooting at him. This makes him fall backwards to the ground. I smirk and do it again, this time with many smaller skulls darting around him in a carefully ordered chaos of greens, yellows, and whites. I make him hear nothing madami then the pounding and beating of wings and my voice just as an under-layer of it all, a sort of echo to go with them perfectly. “Don't worry, you'll b in a better place, which is hell. I'm sure you'll be welcomed there.” I snarl, making a shadow take the kutsilyo from him and I walk over, grabbing it from the shadow, which then adds itself to the dances of the other shadows and the skulls only him and I see. I make sure no one at all is anywhere near, not that I thought anyone would be there anyways. This little part has been abandon since forever. I stab him once in the shoulder. “For abuse.” I snarl, ripping it from his flesh before raising it again and making a short dash down the middle of his forehead. “For attempted murder.” I snarl, knowing after the 1st stab he wasn't going anywhere. Fear and pain pinned him there and I finish him with a stab in the forehead, forming an up-side down tumawid with the 1st line. I knew the 1st one didn't hit bone, though. “And for running over your own son.” I resist the urge to spit on him. “May you rot in pieces.” I snarl, smearing blood from the blade onto his forehead to make wings on the upside down cross, finishing the sign before flying away, back home, being sure no one saw me leave.
(Chorus)
red sky when u say goodbye
red sky makes me cry forever
red sky when i feel the pain
red sky makes me see...no...end
red sky when u say goodbye
red sky seems 2 last forever
red sky when u feel no pain
red sky when u said...the...end
i can't help this connection i feel
i thought u felt it 2
i guess i let my puso get the best of me
i guess i was wrong...
when i believed it when u sinabi u felt it 2
u sinabi it'd last forever
but forever's come and gone.
i guess it has an end i didn't know about...
but my pain will last forever because...
(Chorus)
i thought u sinabi u loved me...
with each and every kiss...
i thought we came closer
a happiness and bliss.
but then u went away
u left me standing in the rain
tears that never dry
everyday i'll cry
maybe u can follow the river back
it's a pain that just won't ever....see...an....end
(Chorus X2)
red sky when u say goodbye
red sky makes me cry forever
red sky when i feel the pain
red sky makes me see...no...end
red sky when u say goodbye
red sky seems 2 last forever
red sky when u feel no pain
red sky when u said...the...end
i can't help this connection i feel
i thought u felt it 2
i guess i let my puso get the best of me
i guess i was wrong...
when i believed it when u sinabi u felt it 2
u sinabi it'd last forever
but forever's come and gone.
i guess it has an end i didn't know about...
but my pain will last forever because...
(Chorus)
i thought u sinabi u loved me...
with each and every kiss...
i thought we came closer
a happiness and bliss.
but then u went away
u left me standing in the rain
tears that never dry
everyday i'll cry
maybe u can follow the river back
it's a pain that just won't ever....see...an....end
(Chorus X2)
I know what lies on the other side,
of this, my dark integument.
That's why I will not let myself come out
from behind my screen.
My mask...or masque?
Either way, I know this pader will stand
firm and tall, this wall
will not crumble, will not fall.
I will forever stay hidden,
my only friends?
Hate, Contempt, Misery, and Agony
forever with me, through out my masquerade
Hate, burning in my heart
Contempt, for those who cause so much suffering
Misery, forever loves company
Agony, my friend for life
So, naturally, my dark integument
I hide well with a glee-filled grin
and I will keep my darkness inside
of this, my dark integument.
That's why I will not let myself come out
from behind my screen.
My mask...or masque?
Either way, I know this pader will stand
firm and tall, this wall
will not crumble, will not fall.
I will forever stay hidden,
my only friends?
Hate, Contempt, Misery, and Agony
forever with me, through out my masquerade
Hate, burning in my heart
Contempt, for those who cause so much suffering
Misery, forever loves company
Agony, my friend for life
So, naturally, my dark integument
I hide well with a glee-filled grin
and I will keep my darkness inside
The Gun:
we all have one...
if it slips, you're done.
some carry it deep within.
for some, it's just below the skin.
we all own one,
let it slip, you're done.
sound like fun?
just just shun...
everyone.
you'll see the result...
it's always the same.
it always will end...
with a bang!
Darkness:
because when all the light is gone
Darkness shall prevail.
i have learned something,that i wish to unveil.
if you look for the bad in a person
you'll find it quicker...
the u will find the good.
but sometimes,
just sometimes,
a flicker of light will shine though.
Remember 2 Forget...:
I remember
as much as i forget.
but no mater what i remember...
i never remember to forget you
i know you well enough to know...
you never loved me...
no matter what you said.
so now...
I must remember to forget...
you.
we all have one...
if it slips, you're done.
some carry it deep within.
for some, it's just below the skin.
we all own one,
let it slip, you're done.
sound like fun?
just just shun...
everyone.
you'll see the result...
it's always the same.
it always will end...
with a bang!
Darkness:
because when all the light is gone
Darkness shall prevail.
i have learned something,that i wish to unveil.
if you look for the bad in a person
you'll find it quicker...
the u will find the good.
but sometimes,
just sometimes,
a flicker of light will shine though.
Remember 2 Forget...:
I remember
as much as i forget.
but no mater what i remember...
i never remember to forget you
i know you well enough to know...
you never loved me...
no matter what you said.
so now...
I must remember to forget...
you.