Chapter 1.
The Cell.


"I don't know what to tell ya'..," he whispered. It was cold. He thought it was colder than the steel barrel of an unused .357. Ironic, he thought. Out of all the guns known to exist, his mind would automatically direct it's train of thought to the one gun that almost ended his life. Ironic? Yes, it was. He was a gun expert.
"So, tell me then.. why is that you still feel that way?," The man with the dark face said. The man with the cold stare, colder than the barrel. The man who owned that .357.
"I told ya', already, I aint know what the ***k to tell ya'," He whispered back, a forced whisper. Filled with fear, with moisture caused by the heat of his mouth filled with anger. "Look, ya' can either torture me, or-," He didn't see it coming. Up until this time, the dark face hadn't even channeled out any type of frustration towards him. None the less any type of action, concerning and a waring him of a sudden hit. He closed his eyes. The warm pounding in his temple almost made him twitch. He faintly opened them.
"I find it.. so funny, so sad as well," The dark face whispered back. He had the barrel right next to his eyes. The mechanism turned God. "Why would I need a gun? Tell me.. why?," His voice faintly rising. Rising like the heat from his forehead, that even 2 feet away, he could feel. It smelled. Stench. Full of hatred.
"I'll tell you," Dark face said, "I find it so ironic, and sad, that someone like me would need a gun. It's ironic, because I could kill you with a sudden stare. I find it sad, because that's the last thing i'd want to do, my friend," It was like wind, bellowing from a pipe. Directed at his face. It was so cold. They were in the belly of the beast. The room was 9 feet by 12. The size of a cell. It felt like it, too. The walls were dark gray, almost slated. No windows. Only 1 door. The only faint light there was, came from a candle. Yet it was still so dark, it shadowed them like an eclipse.
"My friend..," He repeated, "Are you molested by it? Do you loathe those two words? I think you do..," He whispered them. Yet, the words sounded so comforting. Nothing like he had assumed. Assumptions lead to questions. Those questions sometimes lead to an answer filled with just that, assumption. He wouldn't dare speak just yet. He just stared at Dark face.
"..Okay, i'll call you by your government birthed name..," He said. He put the gun to his lap. It was his child for the moment. "Eric..," For a faint moment, as he hissed the name, he thought he sensed sadness. His voice giving off a type of sympathy caused by forced depression. Depression forced towards himself, but authentic sympathy brewed and directed at another. Dark face almost forgot what it felt like. He knew he sensed it, too.
"Don't call me by that," Eric hissed back. "Don't ***king pretend after all these years, ya' can crawl and backtrack into thinking that ya' still know me," He yelled. His breath was hot. He continued, "Don't bullshit me, i'm not on a lower level, and don't ya' for a split second pretend that i'm someone else.. i'm still that creature I thought and portrayed myself to be all those years ago..," It went from a monumental speech, to a dead hope. His voice dying out like the heat from a bullet after it was shot. But not after it caused the damage. This time, it was to himself.
Dark face laughed. It sounded like a dying goat. It sounded like death. He stopped. They both stared at each other.
"You still ***king think you're one of a kind, don't you? Pretending to be something other than the rest of these robots, the rest of these pigs who think they are over dramatically needed by this world..," Dark face was speaking now. Louder than the rest of the times he opened his dark filled mouth. "Well, let me applaud you then, because after all these years, you're still that sunken parasite at the bottom of the food pyramid. Stuck in a mentality stage, that to the rest of us, is ***king pathetic. You're such a hypocritical piece of shit, Eric..," He yelled. He closed his eyes.
He whispered with urge of wanting, "You remember, Eric? Remember when we used to talk about how we were supposed to go above everyone else, due to the self taught abilities we created and concocted over the years? I mean, those abilities, those characteristics, the knowledge we obtained, and for ***king what?," Dark face was brewing in an abyss of long forgotten emotions. His eyes filled with water. A liquid his body did not allow to flow for so many years. It was still so cold.
As he forced himself to stop the two streams, he leaned back. Dark face stared at the inside of his two eyelids. Eric thought it was beautiful.
It was quiet. Dead silence. The candle flickering, crackling in the darkness, it almost looked like it was trying to die. Eric shivered. In his 29 years of life, growing up in a cold environment, he rarely shivered. Was it fear? He didn't know. He didn't want to know. He lowered his head, the candle light glowing on the side of his face. Making his skin flow with radiant colors, it looked like sand. Almost the same color, too. His eyes were deep sunk into his sockets. Dark ring formations surrounding his scopes. His nose was slightly peaked, it was tiny. His lips were bland with color. He looked like Robert De Niro's ghost, or a corpse postmortem it's long captivity of rotting years. But then again, a few days with no food can do that to you.
New York, he thought. New York is probably happy right now. New York can burn in the coldness of the world's hatred tonight for all he cared. His home was just that, a place filled with hatred. Even at this very moment he hated his New York accent. He noticed he was smiling. He forgot that Dark face was there, right in front of him.
He looked up, tilting his head like a night owl looking for his prey. Dark face was still leaning back in the rotten wood chair he was sitting in.


Tell me what you thin, brothers and sisters!!!

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Hmmm
That was pretty fastinating
But why would you post that??

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~Miizz 6o2
MAH HATERZ LOVE MUAH

cause I wrote it? And, i wanted feedback, lol

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Did you change it a little? Oh well, I still like it, hurry up and write chapter 2.

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cause: dacia
symptoms- erect penile longevity
cure: dacia
Stated by David aka sickminded

yeah, i did

took up that fools advice

i wanna kiss you

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lol.. Everybody is a critic huh? But that is good that you can take constructive critisism.

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cause: dacia
symptoms- erect penile longevity
cure: dacia
Stated by David aka sickminded

Oh...
Ammm....
We'll yeah what she said hurry up and make the 2nd chapter...
And if u did then...
Postit up

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~Miizz 6o2
MAH HATERZ LOVE MUAH

Only if I get a kiss, Mamas.

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i like it..lol

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~*~living my life the way I want to and lovin it~*~

Kiss me then.

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