Post by Jade on Mar 19, 2006 17:55:20 GMT 12
Lucifer. Satan. Devil. The Three In One.
Abstract smiled to himself- crossing his chest. It was a dark night, and since it was dark- so was his mood. He wasn't supposed to be on the roofs- he wasn't even supposed to be out alone. He supposed Chloe would forgive him. Probably not- she enjoyed screams to much.
Screams in the dark pits. Screams would lead to dieing and- no. He wouldn't think that way. But, his next thought wasn't good either. He knew the government was going to clear them out eventually. They would all die eventually- alone in a dark, dank... Abruptly his eyes narrowed and he hissed- he would not think that way. Abstract had blocked those memories for a purpose- and that purpose was so that he did not have them rush into his head. It was a dam keeping out the rush of water, the rush of tears and rage and...
He groped for his sketch pad. He needed to draw. Now. A breath of happiness escaped as he found it, as he took it out and scanned for a fresh sheet of paper. Out came a pencil sharpened on his knife- and there he was, beginning on a new drawing.
Abstract smiled to himself- crossing his chest. It was a dark night, and since it was dark- so was his mood. He wasn't supposed to be on the roofs- he wasn't even supposed to be out alone. He supposed Chloe would forgive him. Probably not- she enjoyed screams to much.
Screams in the dark pits. Screams would lead to dieing and- no. He wouldn't think that way. But, his next thought wasn't good either. He knew the government was going to clear them out eventually. They would all die eventually- alone in a dark, dank... Abruptly his eyes narrowed and he hissed- he would not think that way. Abstract had blocked those memories for a purpose- and that purpose was so that he did not have them rush into his head. It was a dam keeping out the rush of water, the rush of tears and rage and...
He groped for his sketch pad. He needed to draw. Now. A breath of happiness escaped as he found it, as he took it out and scanned for a fresh sheet of paper. Out came a pencil sharpened on his knife- and there he was, beginning on a new drawing.