One Night's Slumber

[Murduck]

~ Being wide awake and staring into the abyss had become a routine for him. He was tired. So very tired, but sleep, he could not. There was a glint of torment, and weariness in his eyes, hidden so well by the walls built by lies and deceit. How long can he keep it up, before he shatters once again, no one knows but, bit by bit, he seems to forget who he is. He was fading, just as an ocean that beats against a rock. Day by day, bit by bit, he fades even more, to eventually nothing.

He lays on his back, trying desperately to keep awake. He hasn't had much sleep since he arose from the dead. Damnation is but eternal. Try to escape
it. Try to run, but it will remain. It will find a way to ruin your life.

The voices remained, bellowing at him, crushing every whim of hope and even his spirit. They never leave. They never leave. The nightmares still occur. Every time he closes his eyes.

Hell is endless. ~

alone once again you are.

diabolus abeo annus adverto.
diabolus abeo annus adverto.
diabolus abeo annus adverto.

peccator..
peccator..
peccator..

accipio.

*groans and massages my temples*

[Lissachoa]

*feeling rather guilty for not showing much appreciation for what he did I figured I could at least pay him a visit, insipte of the time and that he probebly would be asleep right now, it didnt matter since I would not rest up myself. walking up to the bago I found myself hesitating at first before knocking lightly on the door*

[Murduck]

*lifts myself up slowly from my bed, and walks over to the door, barely making out what lies ahead of me. I open the door, swaying slightly*

Mm..


peccator..
diabolus abeo annus adverto.

~ He looked drained and tired. The skin around his eyes were dark, his hair was untamed and he was pale, shivering. ~

[Lissachoa]

*blinks* woah, You ok there Murdoc....?

[Murduck]

abrumpo!!
remove her from your sight, peccator.

*replies weakly* No..

[Lissachoa]

oh dear...*walks in a little bit* better get you sat down and see what I can do...

[Murduck]

credo contemno, peccator??! abrumpo! abrumpo!! accipio...
punish i shall..

~ In an instance, he felt the sharp stinging whip break into the flesh of his back, and the warm wetness of blood trickling out from the wound..~

*winces a bit, as my eyes widen, then grips onto the side of the doorway*

[Lissachoa]

oh sod, *quickly holds onto him, trying to keep him up*

Murdoc? My hell ,what happened?

*looks at the wound then around the bago to see if anyone was there*

[Murduck]

*shuts my eyes tightly*
Just leave..

diabolus abeo annus adverto! abyssus abeo renodo!!

~ A second strike. A wound, deeper. ~

[Lissachoa]

oi! *places my arms around his back*

damn it, what is going on, Murdoc?


(( bed time ; ))

[Murduck]

ACCIPIO, PECCATOR!

~ The third strike, sends him to the ground, gasping and in excruciating pain. ~

cervicosus achlis.
your suffering shant cease.

*Slowly I get up, the blood, slowly seeping through my shirt, trembling slightly*

Please..leave me.

[Lissachoa]

(( *rapes picture* ))

*backs up a bit, looking rather useless yet there was this hint of dertermanation in my glare*

what makes you think it will stop when I leave?

[Murduck]

(( Lol. Contributed by amateur1314. She drew it for no reason and I just decided to nick it. ))


audientia Achaia!! abrumpo!! abrumpo actutum!!

*places my hands on her shoulders, looking down at her, pleading*

Please.. I don't want you to.. see me like this...I'll hurt you..

[Lissachoa]

*shakes my head*

You can do what you want with me, it's nothing I haven't felt before, besides, I am not leaving you like this...

[Murduck]

this creature doesn't care about you. absum. you are nothing. Absum!

~ The voice screeched in his head. ~

*clutches to my head weakly, shutting my eyes tightly, gritting my teeth*

Every day..