Home Sweet Hell

[Marie]

((....oh no ._. ))


*she scoots away a bit knowing that it was not a positive gesture*

[Lissachoa]

*meanwhile back int eh car park I sit there in me Jeeeeeeeep with my head hung low looking at my left hand down at my wedding ring as it came to me as well, taking it off I softly whimper for the first time is a very long while*

....till death do us part.....im so sorry.....

[Murduck]

(( I told you this could get disturbing. >.> ))

~ The images flashed once more, this time, deeper, replaying in his head. It goes like this..~

In a barren, red, dusty desert, that was dark, he laid, bearing the torture that is crucifixion, on an upside down cross. The pain was indescribable as he felt his lungs being crushed from the pressure and his head was throbbing. He has been lying that way for hours after "they" put him up there. The nine inched solid iron rusty nails were driven straight through his wrists and his feet, one on top of the other, and through the wood, so he'd stick on it, like a photo frame against a wall. The wounds from the countless flogging he received sent a piercing pain to the skin on his back, and the only thing that was supporting him from his body ripping through the nails and falling onto the ground were barbed wire, tied around his legs and the wood of the cross, digging deeply into his skin. His eyes were shut tightly and his mouth was gagged with a single piece of cloth. He was unclothed, and the sand blowing through the breeze cut through his skin and seeped into his wounds.

A woman's voice stirs him, and he opens his eyes slowly. In front of him stood a woman in the form of Lissa, the voice, the looks every was the same but she was different. She walked over to him and got down on her knees.

Woman: Do you know who I am, peasant?

He replied not, for his mouth was gagged.

She pulled off the cloth that gagged his mouth and planted a forceful, powerful and erotic kiss on his lips. As she did so, she dug her nails into the skin of his chest, tearing and ripping into it. Then, she slowly pried his ribs apart and squeezed her hand into his chest, grabbing onto his heart, and pulling it out forcefully, as his screams were silenced by her poisonous kiss and tongue. She pulled away from the kiss of death, and stared him straight in the eyes, as she wiped the blood on his lips.

She lets out a wicked smile.

Woman: As of now, you are nothing.

She fades away along with the rest of the image.

...

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*Amateur peers over Lissachoa's shoulder.*

Tut tut. Now, I understand why you did this.. You're trying to save their family because you couldn't save yours..

[Murduck]

*He pulls himself together and gets up on his feet, glowering at Lissa for the first time.*

she did it. attack her and reclaim what is yours. reclaim it. take it from her like she did with yours.

*The voice beckons once again in his head, driving him to a state of delirium. He lurches at Lissa and pins her against the wall roughly.*

WHY DID YOU TAKE IT?! WHY DID YOU REMOVE THE ONE THING THAT MADE ME HUMAN?? RETURN IT!! RETURN IT OR I'LL REMOVE IT FROM YOU!! I will I will remove it return what is mine IMMEDIATELY you took it you took it away from me. I tasted the blood it was there, you were there, you made me taste it. You made me WATCH!! You took it from me you did..

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*She listens from the outside, and lets out a wickedly sadistic smile.*

It is happening.
1314: Stop him!! Help her! He's hurting her!!

*sigh* I will watch. *She walks back into the Winnebago and observes him.*

[Murduck]

(( Jesus, you're fast at posting. Dx ))

The pain. You ripped it out. Your kiss of DEATH!! *He slams her against the wall once again* You will pay you will.

she will. reclaim what has been stolen from you. her blood on your hands. it must be seen. your blood was on her hands so the favour must be returned. kill her. kill her and remove her heart. remove it painfully. rip and tear through her chest and take it back. claim it as your own as she did with yours.

SHUT UP!! *he clutches his head, shutting his eyes tightly**he looks back up and pins Lissa back against the wall*

You've done to me.. a great amount of pain..

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1314: Stop him he's hurting her!!

No.. Let him continue.

1314: Please stop this!! I beg you.

Kekeke. No. *She watches carefully in observance.*

[Murduck]

~ A voice grew into his head, this time, his own. A memory.. ~

I hate seeing you in pain. I wish I could take it for you..

silence that voice. he doesn't know. he doesn't know. kill her. kill the woman. kill the woman. kill the woman. reclaim what is yours. seek out revenge and kill the infidel.

*He rubs his head and lets out a cry, still pinning her against the wall, not letting her go.*

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A battle between himself.

*She rubbed her chin.*

He is still in there, but he's been over-powered by a greater force..telling him what to do.

[Murduck]

STOP IT!! LEAVE ME ALONE!! *He clutches his head and gets down on his knees, banging his head against the floor*
((... Hehe. I'm enjoying this. ))

[Dark]

(( i might as well give d2d his rope now, we all know whats going to happen -___- lissa will become murdocs once more...fucking hell. i didnt even get a proper chance oh well. looks like its self pity time...maybe i should just kill him off once and for all >.> im confused. ))

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(( THAT'S WHERE YOU'RE WRONG MORGEN Because the ending is SHIT )8< But romantic *wobbles* Anyway this story is pretty unpredictable. ;__; I wanna tell it CAN I TELL IT CAN I? 8l Nope I won't ruin it but the ending isn't going to be what you all think HAHAHA Pay me money or draw me something and I'll tell you (8 ...wait screw your art works you all suck HAHA I want moneys. MONEYS. ))

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(( DOUBLE POST \u_u/ ))

*She lets out a whirly grin.*

The eternal battle between mental delirium and sanity. It will never end in a good way for Murdoc Alphonse Niccals.

1314:..Nani?..Nani??!

All will not end the way you want it to, 1314. It will be sad. He cannot return to Lissa. He cannot return to his original life. He is doomed to an eternal life of suffering. I might as well bring him down right now. And end his suffering.

1314: Doshteh...? DOSHTEH? Doshteh san teh... Doshteh..

Because, he is dead, sweetie. For now, we shall watch and see. From that, we shall decide if his life is worth living..

1314:..So..souka..

[Lissachoa]

(( im so lost <_> what's gonna happen? ; ))

*contiues to sit there in my driers seat, not looking up or reacting to any things around me, but indeed Amma was right, that's why I did this all in the first place, noy beause of guilt or any Mallet, it was that both Lissa and Murdoc reminded me of myfelf and my husband.
Flushing out the memorys on how they took me away from his bruised blood stained arms, unable to move after hearing the gun shots......once as kind as she was not broke and bennt under the pressure and abuse they have done to me at the asylum, got away but never went home...I never intended all of this madness, never, and no one really understood, damn it, how could they?! all I ever wanted was to do somthing great.....leaning back into my seat looking up into nothing admiting that by God I sure did taste somthing swell from all of this, the thought that it was far from over made me tired.*