The sound of Blood IP: 97.81.169.237 Posted on May 14, 2010 at 07:40:05 AM by Calfuray
What was the point of living when you life was full of sadness and pain? So much pain. It was like drowning in the wave that had washed over the land only this one was more unkind. It wouldn’t kill you just drive you crazy in till you destroyed yourself or found yourself on the side of the road rocking back and forth like one of those crazy people that ever one was scared of. She had already began to talk to herself, but what where you supposed to do when a voice was yelling at you telling you not to trust any one or to steal the loaf of bread from a skinny kid on the side road?
The worst thing you could do when you found yourself going crazy was feel sorry for yourself and go into hiding instead you should use it to your advantage. You couldn’t feel anymore. You weren’t your own person, but instead a puppet that an unknown force was controlling, a force that would talk to you for hours just to drive you craze and make you break.
She had broken once and before she could get herself together she was holding a young girl at knife point threatening to slit her throat if she didn’t make the voice stop. The girl of course couldn’t make it stop and was simply weeping as she was threatened fearing that her life was soon going to end. Calfuray had brought herself back together, but not before she had left the young girl bleeding on the ground a small slit on the side of her neck. The wound hadn’t been enough to kill her, but it was a sign of what was to come from her craze mind.
She hadn’t broken down since then and was learning that if she did what the voice said that it would shut up. It never stayed gone for long though, not more then a day, so she would have to do something else that she knew deep down was wrong. It really didn’t matter though, her conscience would soon be wiped clean the way things were going at the moment
That was when a boy, no older the ten, came running around the corner and bumped right into her. She was in a good mood today and would have simple smiled and waved the boy along, but before she could do anything a small voice in her head spoke up, He hit you. He challenged your power, your strength, and your skills. Are you going to take him up on the challenge or let him prove that you’re a weak useless foul. what was she to do? Attack the poor boy as the voice had instructed or disobey it and go through another attack from it that always drove her craze.
The small boy looked at her and smiled. Then took a step back and walked around her heading for the end of the street. Are you just going to let him go? Your weaker then I once thought. The voice was anger and was slowly raising it’s voice giving her one more chance to turn around and grab the boy, but she couldn’t, she wouldn’t. He hadn’t done anything wrong. He hadn’t meant to run into her, but the voice didn’t seem to care about any of that. It just seemed to care about spilling innocent’s blood and since it didn’t have a body of its own it made her do it.
DO IT NOW. Slit to kid’s throat the world doesn’t need him anymore then it needs fairy’s that don’t push themselves to make the world better like you will do. The voice was loud practically yelling in her head. She had no more thoughts, no more her just the voice screaming thoughts into her head. She spun around and grabbed the back of the boys shirt pulling him towards her and spinning him around to face her. She quickly pulled out a knife and placed it on his throat threatening to cut in to his soft flesh if he moved anymore then an inch.
“ You disrespectful child,” She yelled into the boys face, “ You ran into me and didn’t even think another thought about it. Why should you live? The world doesn’t NEED YOU”. She waited for an answer, but the just stood there staring up at her with big Scared eyes. Replies: