Dreams of a criminal mind.
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Hehe, I was just a lil bored. *shrugs*
'Mama...' A small, timid voice called from the shadows, reverberating off the damp, mold-riddled walls and furniture, with no reply.
'Mama?... Is that you?' the voice called out again. The figure to whom the voice belonged stumbled out of the dark shade where he had hidden; a short, scrawny, long-necked being with strange legs and spidery fingers. An Intern child.
The child, only about 7 years old, bore horrendous injuries; black eyes, cuts all over his body, huge bruises on his face and neck, and scrapes and grazes on his arms. He hobbled painfuly over to the sofa on his freshly-amputated stumps of feet, carefully inspecting who lay on it.
'Mama?' the chil whispered. I was indeed his Mama, but she was out cold from a night of drinking. The child sighed in relief and looked a little longer at the mother he both loved and feared, before waddling over to the mantlepiece. There he found a picture of him and his mother and father, smiling back at the camera, as a memorium of how it had been before things had gone awry. The young Intern stared into the eyes of his Papa, as a single tear slid down his face...
The room shuddered and warped, and the picture turned into a letter. The Intern child was now a scrawny teenager, and he was crying much harder now, choking on his sobs.
'P-Papa... no... n-nooo...'
He threw the little piece of paper aside, and grasped the long nickel chain that he now held in his other hand, before throwing it round his neck and hiding it under hs shirt.
Leaping off his bed, he started piling a small heap of dirty clothes and belongings, all the moolah in his sloggybank, and wrapped i in his bed sheet. Slinging the small sack over his shoulder, he opened the door and ran out of the apartmen as fast as he could with no reguard as to how loud he was. He didn't care any more. He had no reason to wait here any more, no reason to endure this punishment...
As he ran, the rainy street warped and twisted once again. He was now running down a long hallway, with eerie green lighting and padded walls. He no longer carrying a sack, but carrying a small cage in his hands, and he was no longer wearing a dirty shirt and shorts, but a purple-and-yellow backwards cap and matching speedos. His headphones blasted loud punk-techno into his non-existent ears, blocking all other sounds. He hummed loudly at his favourite part, as the stitches on his lips pervented him from whistling. He opened a door, and walked down the ramp before pausing at something. His music was so loud, he could not hear the ravenous growling to his right, and he was distracted, he could not see the soft amber glow of a gabbit's newly-implanted headport. As he turned, heart sinking, the small army of fuzzles leapt on him, mercilessly tearing at his flesh and sinking their teeth into his skin. One of them jumped onto his face, latching right onto his left eyeball, as pain shot through his head as he tried to get it off...
The room again, thankfully, warped and shimmered. He was in the same position, though he was now lying on a bed, and much more relaxed, and he was wearing a long-sleeved blue button-up shirt and grey jeans. He shifted, crossing his legs and putting his hands behind his head as he waited. He was impatient. Getting up from the bed, he looked out of the curtained window down at the night-life below. Catching sight of his reflecting, he examined the long, pink scar that ran diagonally down his grey face, leading to his dark, empty eye socket.
Hearing a door creak, his horns twitched in delight, but he stayed as he was, only watching what was going on behind him in the window reflection.
A female Intern, younger than he was, had entered the room. She was also wearing ordinary-looking clothing; a blood-red blouse with black nylon pants and a fluffy white jacket. Her pale blue slanted eyes looked him over, unimpressed, as she placed her hands on her widened hips.
The male turned around, taking in what he saw. Female Interns had much different proportions to males; she had a slightly thinner neck, shorter fingers, and wider shoulders (!).
He grinned (if Interns can grin) as his eye slipped to her chest level. Walking forward, he eagerly grasped her blouse and began pulling the buttons apart, as she started to nimbly undo his belt...
The room once again shuddered and skewed, as the beautiful female Intern he was about to have sex with was suddenly screaming at the top of her lungs in rage. They were not in the bedroom anymore, but in the dining room, with a lot of broken furniture lying on the ground. He was also yelling now, in failing retort to her accusations.
'You lying, cheating bastard! Am I not good enough for you?!'
'You're just being paranoid! As usual...'
'It's hard not to be when I hear about you, you're having loads of fun around town...'
'C'mon, Roxie. Tell me the name of one chick I did that with, go on-'
'Well, there's Crystal, Autra, Voki, Katie...'
'...'
'You see?! You can't even think up any good excuses any more. How can I know you're even employed?'
'What?! Where d'you think this moolah's coming from, bitch? The Sloghut?'
'You could be stealing it for all I know.'
'Oh fer fuck's sake...'
'No, you know what? I don't know what I'm supposed to believe any more. I've had it, Calvin.'
'I thought I told you not to call me that!'
'I don't care! It's over, Calvin! It's OVER!!
With that, Roxie turned and stormed out of the room, leaving a very pissed off Cal alone. He turned to face the wall behind him, shaking in rage. He was so angry he didn't see Roxie's shadow on the wall, as she walked up behind him weilding a chair leg...
The room, instead of warping, suddenly went black as if someone had switched off a light. He was falling, falling into the endless black abyss, where nobody could hear his scream...
And then he came back to reality with a jolt, face first into the mouldy carpeted floor. Cursing loudly, he clambered back into the small moth-eaten bed which he had fallen out of, lying there for a while.
Why the hell did he keep having these dreams?
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...whut.
Last edited by Marvak; 09-30-2007 at 04:18 AM..
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I wonder what was edited, hmms....
I see angry ex and Cal and evil mummeh and his oh soooo angst past and - bladiblahdiblah - 
Miscellaneous? 
