Aryia
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Friday, September 15, 2006Ar dheis Dé go raibh a anam Having been lately so consumed with thoughts of death and despair by the wanton chaos around me, my emotional state has been unbalanced. My thoughts are chaotic and Im not able to control my powers completely. Unable to sleep I wandered around near my house in Damascus one evening taking a long walk, that seems to help me sometimes. I came near a shanty house. I peeked inside the house and was aghast at the grisly image before me, blood littered the floor and walls everyday items scattered throughout. I continued through with no thought to my own safety. I came into a small room near the back and found a body of a young man his form ravaged by a brutal assault. Backing myself against the wall I could not stop staring at what must have a been a beautiful man, tears streamed down my face. Putting my head to knees to keep from vomiting I barely noticed the sounds coming from the bed. I Looked up with frightened eyes at the mangled corpse standing in front of me its dead black eyes dull and lifeless but possessed of some power that frightened me to my core. I couldn't make myself move thinking what have I done, I just stared at the thing as it moved out of the room and out of the house. I sat there slackjawed until I heard screams coming from outside. Rushing out of the house I saw the thing plowing through people at an astonishing rate ripping them to pieces as he moved as though they were dolls. I ran quickly in front of the thing my mind racing, what had I done how can I stop this. I do not know what made me think to grab the knife I wear at my belt and slit open my wrist or what possessed me to put my bloody wrist to the mouth of that mangled corpse, but when I did it grabbed my hand and sucked the blood from my veins. Ripping my arm away and glaring around at the people that were peeking from overturned carts and out of windows trying to by myself what time I could ,I noticed that the thing had stopped moving entirely. I ripped the end of my skirt and hastily bandaged my wound, what in the world was I do to I just couldn't leave it there but how was I to get it away. I was in such a frantic state and was talking out loud I said I just want to go home and the thing turned around sluggishly and started walking, knowing not what else to do I followed it and found that the path he tread was the one to my house. It followed me inside. A thought came to me that perhaps my blood created a link with this monster and I could somehow control it though exactly how im not sure. Falling in a heap onto the floor I cried like I have never done before praying a senseless babble to Modron Goddess the divine mother for help. I must have fallen asleep when I woke there was a pile of dust at my feet. |
