Post by r a i n e on Aug 7, 2004 1:24:08 GMT -5
Screams. The air was thick, laden with screams. They echoed. One faded into another, that clashed with the next one that soared from her lips like a roman candle.
Reality shattered, and should have stayed that way.
The images were too horrifying for her mind to maintain. Blood, gore, violence; they swirled like forest nymphs and their grossly euphoric dance made her head swim and her eyes ache. She fell.
The moon rose higher, it's shadows grinning twistedly through the windows. The moon fell lower, it's graceful descent a mockery.
The sun shone much brighter than it should have on this day. It's vibrant light stung her eyes as they rolled back to their proper place. At first, she hadn't a clue where she was.
Then, in one sudden wave of overwhelming emotion, Raine found herself on her knees and clambering across the floor.
What she thought was a brutal nightmare was now before her in the most twisted turn of fate.
Eyes widening in utter horror, already trembling hands rose to her lips. She leaned back on her calves, maintaining her kneeling position.
Screams. The air grew thick, laden with screams. They echoed in the large space. One faded into another, which clashed with the next one that soared from her parted lips like a roman candle.
The stench of blood and malicious intent hung heavy. Her breathing picked up, lifting her away from any miniscule hopes of calm.
This couldn't be real.
The dull throbbing in the side of her head proved incorrect the theory to which she so tightly clung; that this was a dream, and any moment she would wake in his arms.
That could not be, would never be again. She would wake and he would not. Never again would his lips pull her from her dream world and into his arms.
On the floor, blanketed in crimson, lay Archelo Alexander. His limbs were contorted into a cross shape, a divine gold dagger forced through both of his hands and one through his feet.
He was crucified on the floor of the house he built with his own hands, in the place where the bed, which was now overturned in the corner, had been. Where he would have ended and began each day with Raine Cahler.
His throat was cut, as Sadie's had been.
"Oh God...Oh God, Oh Jesus, no..." She spoke hurriedly to herself, her stomach rising to her throat and threatening to jump.
On the ceiling above him, scrawled in his own blood, was the single word;
'Apocalypse'
When she tried to stand, her knees disagreed and quaked so violently that she fell back down. Turning away from the image that had already burned itself into her fragile mind's eye, she vommited.
Flooding her mind were more violent images. Those of the death of her first child, Sadie Cahler.
Herself and Archelo had found Sadie hung from her ceiling by slit wrists, her throat cut and head hanging limp to her chest. Behind her on the wall, in her blood, was written 'Apocalypse'.
Coughing, she crawled across the floor to her fallen and bloodied lover. "Archelo... ...Archelo...Wake up...Please, wake up!"
Despite herself, she sobbed. Breathing hard, she lowered her head onto his shoulder, wrapped her arms around his bloody torso. Her clothing seeped up his blood like a sponge, but she did not mind.
She wanted this last embrace. Her final moment with her lover.
"Wake up...Please, wake up..."
Reality shattered, and should have stayed that way.
The images were too horrifying for her mind to maintain. Blood, gore, violence; they swirled like forest nymphs and their grossly euphoric dance made her head swim and her eyes ache. She fell.
The moon rose higher, it's shadows grinning twistedly through the windows. The moon fell lower, it's graceful descent a mockery.
The sun shone much brighter than it should have on this day. It's vibrant light stung her eyes as they rolled back to their proper place. At first, she hadn't a clue where she was.
Then, in one sudden wave of overwhelming emotion, Raine found herself on her knees and clambering across the floor.
What she thought was a brutal nightmare was now before her in the most twisted turn of fate.
Eyes widening in utter horror, already trembling hands rose to her lips. She leaned back on her calves, maintaining her kneeling position.
Screams. The air grew thick, laden with screams. They echoed in the large space. One faded into another, which clashed with the next one that soared from her parted lips like a roman candle.
The stench of blood and malicious intent hung heavy. Her breathing picked up, lifting her away from any miniscule hopes of calm.
This couldn't be real.
The dull throbbing in the side of her head proved incorrect the theory to which she so tightly clung; that this was a dream, and any moment she would wake in his arms.
That could not be, would never be again. She would wake and he would not. Never again would his lips pull her from her dream world and into his arms.
On the floor, blanketed in crimson, lay Archelo Alexander. His limbs were contorted into a cross shape, a divine gold dagger forced through both of his hands and one through his feet.
He was crucified on the floor of the house he built with his own hands, in the place where the bed, which was now overturned in the corner, had been. Where he would have ended and began each day with Raine Cahler.
His throat was cut, as Sadie's had been.
"Oh God...Oh God, Oh Jesus, no..." She spoke hurriedly to herself, her stomach rising to her throat and threatening to jump.
On the ceiling above him, scrawled in his own blood, was the single word;
'Apocalypse'
When she tried to stand, her knees disagreed and quaked so violently that she fell back down. Turning away from the image that had already burned itself into her fragile mind's eye, she vommited.
Flooding her mind were more violent images. Those of the death of her first child, Sadie Cahler.
Herself and Archelo had found Sadie hung from her ceiling by slit wrists, her throat cut and head hanging limp to her chest. Behind her on the wall, in her blood, was written 'Apocalypse'.
Coughing, she crawled across the floor to her fallen and bloodied lover. "Archelo... ...Archelo...Wake up...Please, wake up!"
Despite herself, she sobbed. Breathing hard, she lowered her head onto his shoulder, wrapped her arms around his bloody torso. Her clothing seeped up his blood like a sponge, but she did not mind.
She wanted this last embrace. Her final moment with her lover.
"Wake up...Please, wake up..."