Let me tell you how my plan worked...
I now open my eyes and see the small light in the sky. I feel the pain crawling impatiently inside my chest; the wound would never bleed for my power I beheld. The thorns of my insides stopped the lethal; I did not reach the sky yet. I lay down the street, laughing and smiling, my eyes felt awfully happy while I looked at myself victoriously rising. The blood on my claws I licked just for fun, the action I felt... it had just begun.
I now open my eyes and see the small light in the sky. I feel the pain crawling impatiently inside my chest; the wound would never bleed for my power I beheld. The thorns of my insides stopped the lethal; I did not reach the sky yet. I lay down the street, laughing and smiling, my eyes felt awfully happy while I looked at myself victoriously rising. The blood on my claws I licked just for fun, the action I felt... it had just begun.
I look around and the blackness of the buildings
seems hollow, the burning stains everywhere but no fire in sight, must have
been a never ending illusion of my mind. 'Twas not.
I am Mordoll. Giselle and I are the last survivors of the last games. But you knew that already, didn't you? The game wants only one person to survive; it has grown tired of us. It wants Grace, the winner, by default.
So if she dies, and so does everyone else, I go back home. But I have fun, since I found The Game and The Game found me as well. It chose me. I found something very important that turned the cards on the table against that nun. She stole the precious opportunity from me and The Game followed her instead. It chased her and possessed her, now it controls her and she controls it likewise. I felt stupid so I changed my mind.
And this is how my plan worked.
Now I look at my claws filled with the emptiness of blood. And I love it, the miserable and restless pain.
There we go again.... my final stance, everything out of control. Now I see the truth behind it and I, victor me, walk towards the building of desire. I am now the king and I will live, nobody will take that away from me. I will kill Grace right after Giselle destroys the source. That way, I will finally be free.
Giselle, you can't win.
I am Mordoll. Giselle and I are the last survivors of the last games. But you knew that already, didn't you? The game wants only one person to survive; it has grown tired of us. It wants Grace, the winner, by default.
So if she dies, and so does everyone else, I go back home. But I have fun, since I found The Game and The Game found me as well. It chose me. I found something very important that turned the cards on the table against that nun. She stole the precious opportunity from me and The Game followed her instead. It chased her and possessed her, now it controls her and she controls it likewise. I felt stupid so I changed my mind.
And this is how my plan worked.
Now I look at my claws filled with the emptiness of blood. And I love it, the miserable and restless pain.
There we go again.... my final stance, everything out of control. Now I see the truth behind it and I, victor me, walk towards the building of desire. I am now the king and I will live, nobody will take that away from me. I will kill Grace right after Giselle destroys the source. That way, I will finally be free.
Giselle, you can't win.
Grace
smiled. She held her sword, headphones on, covering her ears. She took a
fighting stance. Ghosts, the only witnesses of this scene, of this battle soon
to take place right here. They smiled.
Smile....
Everything is better when you smile.
Smile when something's wrong, smile when everybody's sad.
Smile when you kill someone, smile when you're about to die.
Smile when you either disappear or survive.
Just smile.
Everything is better when you smile.
Smile when something's wrong, smile when everybody's sad.
Smile when you kill someone, smile when you're about to die.
Smile when you either disappear or survive.
Just smile.
I
remember when my mother begged me to stay in college and finish my career. But
I couldn't resist dropping from it, to quit everything and get a stupid job at
a nighttime pharmacy. Eventually, my parents kicked me out of the house and I
went living on this cheap but comfortable apartment, I had no boyfriend nor any
interest in one, I wasn't looking for the typical young life, not even the
lusty kind of one, I only wanted to have fun in my own way.
In my own way.
And later, training night after night at that red room in my apartment, which always got through my memories with its bloody essence, I finally found what I really wanted to do. I smiled, of course, I wanted to lock my sad and miserable feelings right inside my heart, right at the same spot where I could find the same darkness I always saw in my day-dreaming. When I walked out in the streets and watched everyone going on with their lives, I sure desired for absolute chaos and destruction, to slaughter everyone around me... all of them... And that day when I stopped outside the drugstore, through the window doors I saw my colleagues and my boss... I smiled... just like this.
That is all I can remember before disappearing, after I decided to enter the nightmare calling me every darkest evening out there, to get lost into this labyrinth saying my name, taunting me into its realm of poison and distortion. The very world I managed to create, the very doom I found myself instead.
And so I smiled... once again.
In my own way.
And later, training night after night at that red room in my apartment, which always got through my memories with its bloody essence, I finally found what I really wanted to do. I smiled, of course, I wanted to lock my sad and miserable feelings right inside my heart, right at the same spot where I could find the same darkness I always saw in my day-dreaming. When I walked out in the streets and watched everyone going on with their lives, I sure desired for absolute chaos and destruction, to slaughter everyone around me... all of them... And that day when I stopped outside the drugstore, through the window doors I saw my colleagues and my boss... I smiled... just like this.
That is all I can remember before disappearing, after I decided to enter the nightmare calling me every darkest evening out there, to get lost into this labyrinth saying my name, taunting me into its realm of poison and distortion. The very world I managed to create, the very doom I found myself instead.
And so I smiled... once again.
Between the ashes, the rubbish and the big pile of fog
wandering around the darkness, a green-and-yellow figure prepared. A few
seconds later, after the prey looked behind him to see what was actually there,
he found nothing but dust being drift away. Frowning, he stopped for a second
before turning around only to see the ungentle and cynical smile with its jade
eyes whose creepiest stare went truthfully insane, representing all government
of distortion just around every single corner of the abandoned city of
disgrace, only to be welcomed by a warmth greeting.
“Hello”. Grace said.
“At last...” Mordoll spoke. “We
meet again.” But something was wrong; before he could even start having fun
with the lady, his beloved antagonist, the rumor of the darkness became awfully
true. The buildings began slowly collapsing one after another as if the clouds
wanted to descend and take over the whole scenery. After that, the buildings
went back to normal for whatever illusion this could be, starting to
"burn" and rot one more time, just like a few minutes ago.
Mordoll found this happening a little out of his plan, totally away from the horrid reality he had brought upon the city by jeopardizing The Game itself. He felt estranged but still appreciated the presence of the female being standing right in front of him. Her smile was nothing similar to his; hers was way beyond cynicism, it was a mortal kiss from the darkest happiness of true insanity. It was the purest evil of the shadow that came closer to connect itself with the girl's depravity after the perverse sensation of those who seek to shelter their sadness with something beyond depression.
“Beautiful...” He admired her and smiled, and then he vanished as usual, only to let his evil laughter be heard around the whole block while going around the fog to get the perfect camouflage in between the blackness. His first step was to drive the woman furious and control her inner rage to finally get her by surprise and take on her precious little life.
However... something didn't seem right...
She wasn't doing anything at all, just standing right there a little crestfallen to where her vicious smile was the only thing that could be seen under the shadow created by her hair at her forehead. Her headphones didn't sound any music whatsoever for now. Her katana, that she was holding on her right hand pointing down, seemed lucid and very brilliant as if it was reflecting some kind of light nearby the area. But of course, there couldn't be anything around interfering with the fight between the demon and its queen of hearts. He felt like a pawn being used, he didn't realize the danger of the situation until it was too late. Too late to stop laughing, too late to borrow the sentiments of the nothingness all along his dreadful silence. His piercing luminous eyes meant hollowness, just an empty reflection of the fury and the anger accumulated on the woman's naked soul, her shattered heart.
He threw some kinds of red thorns, like coming out of his claws, what replicas of them could be, only to be easily evaded by the flashy girl, moving like a hologram from one spot to another, maintaining the exact same position as before. This endangered the shadow's plan and he felt desperation coming out of his heartless attitude. Mad, he ran in circles again, fast enough to deprave the black fog surrounding the sword-fighter lady who wasn't even moving at all. Blood came out of his claws like some cuts never seen before and he noticed it, realizing the truth about the endless battle. This infinite loop could go on forever, so he threw himself against the girl, trying to slash her or cut her, with whatever desperate attacks he could do. Nonetheless, all of those silly attempts led to a pathetic performance, and Mordoll retreated to the blackness once again.
He could have calmed down... He could have stayed back, hiding between the shadows... He could have thought about the situation and planned a whole another strategy... He could have forgotten about her and focused on stopping Giselle…
But...
He didn't get the chance. Giselle had done something to her. The Game had done something to her. Grace was more powerful now.
The tension stopped and some absolute silence reined the scene.
The moment he jumped backwards to hide between the darkness and its shadowy anarchic feature, the moment the fog vanished entirely when he put his feet above the reddish pavement, exactly at the same time he felt the sword trespassing his empty chest. His claws were bleeding on the other side of the body while the katana stood quietly still on the very center of his black body, right where the heart was supposed to be and, surprisingly, it was. He still smiled even when this bloodstream came out of his sewn mouth, going down his chin and sliding through his neck to finally end at the same spot where the bloodstained sword was stuck. He felt death for the first and final time of his psychotic lunacy, he saw the Grace's eyes and understood the whole pain it took her to stand up and realize about the nothingness of what humans could refer to as "Life." Against a wall, the shadow wanted so badly to touch the worst material enemy of his inner darkness, to caress the silver essence of the sword piercing through his blackened heart now filled with the very blood he sucked out of his previous victims. He wanted to put his hands and claws on it but he couldn't, for they were busy stuck on the other side of the girl, just at her back where more blood was letting these red and tiny drops fall down to the floor. The instant she lunged her sword against Mordoll's chest, he pierced hers with both claws, going through her heart and ending at the other side. As if holding each other, almost hugging each other, both were smiling and bleeding, wanting so much as to say something about it but silence was their best bet for the final moments of this beautiful disgrace.
Mordoll found this happening a little out of his plan, totally away from the horrid reality he had brought upon the city by jeopardizing The Game itself. He felt estranged but still appreciated the presence of the female being standing right in front of him. Her smile was nothing similar to his; hers was way beyond cynicism, it was a mortal kiss from the darkest happiness of true insanity. It was the purest evil of the shadow that came closer to connect itself with the girl's depravity after the perverse sensation of those who seek to shelter their sadness with something beyond depression.
“Beautiful...” He admired her and smiled, and then he vanished as usual, only to let his evil laughter be heard around the whole block while going around the fog to get the perfect camouflage in between the blackness. His first step was to drive the woman furious and control her inner rage to finally get her by surprise and take on her precious little life.
However... something didn't seem right...
She wasn't doing anything at all, just standing right there a little crestfallen to where her vicious smile was the only thing that could be seen under the shadow created by her hair at her forehead. Her headphones didn't sound any music whatsoever for now. Her katana, that she was holding on her right hand pointing down, seemed lucid and very brilliant as if it was reflecting some kind of light nearby the area. But of course, there couldn't be anything around interfering with the fight between the demon and its queen of hearts. He felt like a pawn being used, he didn't realize the danger of the situation until it was too late. Too late to stop laughing, too late to borrow the sentiments of the nothingness all along his dreadful silence. His piercing luminous eyes meant hollowness, just an empty reflection of the fury and the anger accumulated on the woman's naked soul, her shattered heart.
He threw some kinds of red thorns, like coming out of his claws, what replicas of them could be, only to be easily evaded by the flashy girl, moving like a hologram from one spot to another, maintaining the exact same position as before. This endangered the shadow's plan and he felt desperation coming out of his heartless attitude. Mad, he ran in circles again, fast enough to deprave the black fog surrounding the sword-fighter lady who wasn't even moving at all. Blood came out of his claws like some cuts never seen before and he noticed it, realizing the truth about the endless battle. This infinite loop could go on forever, so he threw himself against the girl, trying to slash her or cut her, with whatever desperate attacks he could do. Nonetheless, all of those silly attempts led to a pathetic performance, and Mordoll retreated to the blackness once again.
He could have calmed down... He could have stayed back, hiding between the shadows... He could have thought about the situation and planned a whole another strategy... He could have forgotten about her and focused on stopping Giselle…
But...
He didn't get the chance. Giselle had done something to her. The Game had done something to her. Grace was more powerful now.
The tension stopped and some absolute silence reined the scene.
The moment he jumped backwards to hide between the darkness and its shadowy anarchic feature, the moment the fog vanished entirely when he put his feet above the reddish pavement, exactly at the same time he felt the sword trespassing his empty chest. His claws were bleeding on the other side of the body while the katana stood quietly still on the very center of his black body, right where the heart was supposed to be and, surprisingly, it was. He still smiled even when this bloodstream came out of his sewn mouth, going down his chin and sliding through his neck to finally end at the same spot where the bloodstained sword was stuck. He felt death for the first and final time of his psychotic lunacy, he saw the Grace's eyes and understood the whole pain it took her to stand up and realize about the nothingness of what humans could refer to as "Life." Against a wall, the shadow wanted so badly to touch the worst material enemy of his inner darkness, to caress the silver essence of the sword piercing through his blackened heart now filled with the very blood he sucked out of his previous victims. He wanted to put his hands and claws on it but he couldn't, for they were busy stuck on the other side of the girl, just at her back where more blood was letting these red and tiny drops fall down to the floor. The instant she lunged her sword against Mordoll's chest, he pierced hers with both claws, going through her heart and ending at the other side. As if holding each other, almost hugging each other, both were smiling and bleeding, wanting so much as to say something about it but silence was their best bet for the final moments of this beautiful disgrace.
Chopin’s Nocturne, opus 27 #2, started sounding
throughout the entire city.
Letting go off the bright weapon, she put down her hands, slowly stepping backwards while he went down, slowly as well, slipping his back against the wall before finally closing his eyes with his right claw resting atop his bloodstained chest. Grace just fell back with both arms extended. She was still smiling.
Letting go off the bright weapon, she put down her hands, slowly stepping backwards while he went down, slowly as well, slipping his back against the wall before finally closing his eyes with his right claw resting atop his bloodstained chest. Grace just fell back with both arms extended. She was still smiling.
The horror stopped.
The city, preciously returning to normal, began welcoming some sort of light up in the sky where the fog spread into nothingness and the beauty of the white clouds reigned again. It then started snowing. Giselle, who had at last destroyed the fountain, saw the scenery going back to the marvelous stardom of daylight and the frozen essence of life, her soul calming down and erasing The Game forever.
Grace was lying on the floor, both arms outstretched, she had this bleeding going on in her chest and a small portion of her mouth, and her smile was more beautiful than ever. She contemplated the sky and the snow coming out of it, gently falling down without even touching her. Grace was like a fragile petal torn apart of a withered black rose, so desirable, so untouchable. So she laughed in silence, her shoulders were seen convulsing a little for her laughter began sounding more and more around the block, around the corner, in the whole street behind the broken stationary store. Her laughter sounded nice and charming, overwhelming and gorgeous, she felt truly happy for the first time in her entire life.
A few seconds later, the city looked back into its intact shape as if nothing ever happened. The shattered fountain and the pavement were grey, the mall was reconstructed as well as the buildings, all this on a small glimpse of shining unbeknownst. Calm governed over the city, the ghosts disappeared before their smiles could show any better behavior, as elegant as never. The Shadow Killer Mordoll began freezing to hollowness and it ended being a small coffin of ice never to be melted. The rest of the street had already been covered by snow, every single corner of it except for that same angelic spot where the happy lady finally took her last breath and closed her eyes for the rest of all times.
The city, preciously returning to normal, began welcoming some sort of light up in the sky where the fog spread into nothingness and the beauty of the white clouds reigned again. It then started snowing. Giselle, who had at last destroyed the fountain, saw the scenery going back to the marvelous stardom of daylight and the frozen essence of life, her soul calming down and erasing The Game forever.
Grace was lying on the floor, both arms outstretched, she had this bleeding going on in her chest and a small portion of her mouth, and her smile was more beautiful than ever. She contemplated the sky and the snow coming out of it, gently falling down without even touching her. Grace was like a fragile petal torn apart of a withered black rose, so desirable, so untouchable. So she laughed in silence, her shoulders were seen convulsing a little for her laughter began sounding more and more around the block, around the corner, in the whole street behind the broken stationary store. Her laughter sounded nice and charming, overwhelming and gorgeous, she felt truly happy for the first time in her entire life.
A few seconds later, the city looked back into its intact shape as if nothing ever happened. The shattered fountain and the pavement were grey, the mall was reconstructed as well as the buildings, all this on a small glimpse of shining unbeknownst. Calm governed over the city, the ghosts disappeared before their smiles could show any better behavior, as elegant as never. The Shadow Killer Mordoll began freezing to hollowness and it ended being a small coffin of ice never to be melted. The rest of the street had already been covered by snow, every single corner of it except for that same angelic spot where the happy lady finally took her last breath and closed her eyes for the rest of all times.
