The_Self_Uknown
10-29-2005, 03:53 PM
The cold bathroom made the anger easy, soft. The mirror was just that, a window for him to look inside himself. James knew soon it would consume him. The voice in his head eroded at his sanity. Though soft, it pushed him ever so closer to the edge. James was afraid to walk out into the school feeling like this. His parents never cared for him. Though consumed by their growing faith in the Catholic denomination saw a chance to maybe save their anger ridden son by sending him to a Catholic school far from home.
Through sending him to this school they can now bask in the glory of not having to care for a strange young man and focus on their warped views of life. James closed his eyes and tried to listen to the other students outside his room; they laughed and chattered on about the new music and fashion that was sweeping the untainted school. In his mind the soft voice beckoned him to give in to the erg of mindless terror. James spoke in his mind trying to turn away the invitation, “No. Please let me be!” The voice spoke back with a kind of clever disgust,
“Why? Why turn ultimate freedom, and power away?” James clinched his fist and opened his eyes in terror. He drew away from the mirror and began to rub his eyes. Like the eyes of the beast, they changed into a strange color, a blast of yellow seeped into his pupils. The eyes of the wolf focused on themselves in shock.
“See what you are..a beautiful darkness in this room.” James touched his eyes and shook his head, “No!! Not again, I won’t allow it to happen!” The rage pushed through his veins like blood. He walked into his room moving like a mad man. “Yes. I know you like it. I know you want it.” James grabbed his coat and walked into the hall full of students. His eyes glaring with a beautiful terror, some looked at him in aw and others made fun of his strange movements. He pushed through the crowd to get outside. His mind racing with thoughts of blood and feeding, the thought discussed him and he frowned as he reached the doors. The snow was cold and the air like knives. He began to make his way to the church, not looking at anyone. “Hah, yes run to your church James, that’s were you want to be. Find her. Push it away knowing it will consume you soon enough.” James could feel his bones changing; he could see clearer and smell better. The hearts of the crowd were like a thousands drums beating against his mind.
Emily was the only one who could understand him, she knew he was troubled with depression and that was all. She was the only one he even liked to spend two seconds with and listen to. She was always at the chapel, cleaning the surfaces of the tables and getting everything ready for the Sunday service. She was so beautiful, and caring. How could she like a person like him? She found him very charming, and handsome, and in some way mysterious, she would always watch the other girls around him feeling jealous. She made the move not him.
He would find her and tell her everything. James reached the church and pushed open the doors. The voices ran through the halls and ceilings like demons watching him. He made his way to the front and knelt in front of the cross. He was giving in, he felt better by doing so, becoming this meant not caring or worrying about anything. James looked up at the cross and began to shed a tear, “Please, how can I stop this? I am at your mercy. I don’t want to be this!” The voice snickered at him like a serpent, “He won’t listen to you child, your only release is through this and this alone! Why try to stop it, you certainly don’t want to die! Killing yourself would mean not seeing her again, but the irony is, you can never be together.” James let his head down. He could feel his teeth becoming sharper. He had to leave and go somewhere to get away. Maybe this time he wouldn’t kill anyone, but he knew though becoming this beast would mean certain someone would die. Anyone but her..
A small hand crept on his shoulder. It was Emily, her sweet ears heard everything he had said. Her small hand felt cold, and soft. She knelt next to him and looked at the side of his face, “James, what’s wrong?” Her voice radiated through his head, so quiet and innocent. She shouldn’t have to see him like this. James spoke softly but with tone, “You need to leave me Emily. I cannot control myself. I am not who you think I am.” She looked at him and began to breathe harder, “Why? I don’t understand.” James looked up to the cross then to her, “I am nothing for you Emily.” She looked at him in a since of passion and terror, “Your eyes! What’s happening to you James?” James looked up to the ceiling and then around the room. Emily looked at him confused and freighted. James looked back at her and touched her soft pale face. Emily took his hand, “I love you James.” He smiled just a bit and shed another tear, “I love you to. I have to go.” He stood up and walked out leaving her. Emily stood up and looked at her hand then back at the door.
James ran through the football field and passed the gates to the field. He could feel the elongation of his spine burning his back. He dropped in the snow screaming in pain, the voices all around him begging him to join them. It was complete, he was what he feared, the beast. The Werewolf.
The End
Through sending him to this school they can now bask in the glory of not having to care for a strange young man and focus on their warped views of life. James closed his eyes and tried to listen to the other students outside his room; they laughed and chattered on about the new music and fashion that was sweeping the untainted school. In his mind the soft voice beckoned him to give in to the erg of mindless terror. James spoke in his mind trying to turn away the invitation, “No. Please let me be!” The voice spoke back with a kind of clever disgust,
“Why? Why turn ultimate freedom, and power away?” James clinched his fist and opened his eyes in terror. He drew away from the mirror and began to rub his eyes. Like the eyes of the beast, they changed into a strange color, a blast of yellow seeped into his pupils. The eyes of the wolf focused on themselves in shock.
“See what you are..a beautiful darkness in this room.” James touched his eyes and shook his head, “No!! Not again, I won’t allow it to happen!” The rage pushed through his veins like blood. He walked into his room moving like a mad man. “Yes. I know you like it. I know you want it.” James grabbed his coat and walked into the hall full of students. His eyes glaring with a beautiful terror, some looked at him in aw and others made fun of his strange movements. He pushed through the crowd to get outside. His mind racing with thoughts of blood and feeding, the thought discussed him and he frowned as he reached the doors. The snow was cold and the air like knives. He began to make his way to the church, not looking at anyone. “Hah, yes run to your church James, that’s were you want to be. Find her. Push it away knowing it will consume you soon enough.” James could feel his bones changing; he could see clearer and smell better. The hearts of the crowd were like a thousands drums beating against his mind.
Emily was the only one who could understand him, she knew he was troubled with depression and that was all. She was the only one he even liked to spend two seconds with and listen to. She was always at the chapel, cleaning the surfaces of the tables and getting everything ready for the Sunday service. She was so beautiful, and caring. How could she like a person like him? She found him very charming, and handsome, and in some way mysterious, she would always watch the other girls around him feeling jealous. She made the move not him.
He would find her and tell her everything. James reached the church and pushed open the doors. The voices ran through the halls and ceilings like demons watching him. He made his way to the front and knelt in front of the cross. He was giving in, he felt better by doing so, becoming this meant not caring or worrying about anything. James looked up at the cross and began to shed a tear, “Please, how can I stop this? I am at your mercy. I don’t want to be this!” The voice snickered at him like a serpent, “He won’t listen to you child, your only release is through this and this alone! Why try to stop it, you certainly don’t want to die! Killing yourself would mean not seeing her again, but the irony is, you can never be together.” James let his head down. He could feel his teeth becoming sharper. He had to leave and go somewhere to get away. Maybe this time he wouldn’t kill anyone, but he knew though becoming this beast would mean certain someone would die. Anyone but her..
A small hand crept on his shoulder. It was Emily, her sweet ears heard everything he had said. Her small hand felt cold, and soft. She knelt next to him and looked at the side of his face, “James, what’s wrong?” Her voice radiated through his head, so quiet and innocent. She shouldn’t have to see him like this. James spoke softly but with tone, “You need to leave me Emily. I cannot control myself. I am not who you think I am.” She looked at him and began to breathe harder, “Why? I don’t understand.” James looked up to the cross then to her, “I am nothing for you Emily.” She looked at him in a since of passion and terror, “Your eyes! What’s happening to you James?” James looked up to the ceiling and then around the room. Emily looked at him confused and freighted. James looked back at her and touched her soft pale face. Emily took his hand, “I love you James.” He smiled just a bit and shed another tear, “I love you to. I have to go.” He stood up and walked out leaving her. Emily stood up and looked at her hand then back at the door.
James ran through the football field and passed the gates to the field. He could feel the elongation of his spine burning his back. He dropped in the snow screaming in pain, the voices all around him begging him to join them. It was complete, he was what he feared, the beast. The Werewolf.
The End