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Post by Vincent Abrams on Sept 24, 2016 20:45:31 GMT
Vincent looked across the dark sky above, how the gold and red was churned together now, a cyclone of the two different tones. He enjoyed looking at the red side, it seemed to be the stronger colour in the war of clouds, and how Vince would enjoy a blood red sky. More than the one you got in the morning, or when the Sun went down. Of course there wasn't a Sun anymore, as messed up as that was, Vincent remembers seeing it go pop. Now even if it was morning, you wouldn't know the difference between then and midnight. It was weird, and made the world even more broken than it already was. He looked across the darker layer of clouds, the ones with the nerve to block out the gold and red ones. They looked really dark, and Vincent frowned. "Looks like a rain's coming boys.." He muttered, face lifting to a smirk as he address the two lads propped up against the wall of the house, a wall now a beautiful red art piece. They both panted, a look of terror on their faces, as Vincent sat on top of a barrel, watching them, the remnants of one of their buddies around him and covering his form in crimson red. He snorted, "You two fellas look like you've seen a war. What's up? Got something on my face?" He asked, gesturing to his check with a hand, both soaking with blood now. The two men whimpered, almost wailing when Vincent jumped from the barrel all of a sudden, landing in front of them. "Just appreciate being alive right now! Isn't it just great! In a world this fucked up, you could do anything you wanted, anything your little hearts desired... so why look so sad?" Vince asked, before glancing to the remains of their friend. "Is it because of him? Don't worry fellas, death ain't the end, it's only the painful beginning of a grand new story!" He explained, hands out, looking up to the sky.
"Do not stand on my grave and weep; I am not there. I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glints on snow." Vincent began exclaiming, eyes closed, enjoying the memory of one of the poems he'd recalled so many times. The two men started begging for life, which distracted Vincent from his speech. He sighed, almost glaring, before turning on his heel to grin down at them. "If you fellas were a little quiet, you'd get that my poem's about never dying. It's only one phase, you see?" He explained, but they seemed beyond concentrating anymore on the killer's explanations. So Vince sighed, taking out a knife and slashing his hand with it. He crouched down to the two men, "I guess you'll get it soon anyway." He said, spreading his blood across their foreheads, then standing up, holding out his good hand. Vincent flicked it suddenly, the two men flinching, then losing their breath as their blood was taken control of. Vincent lifted his hand high, and after a few seconds, the two men shuddered as blood burst out of their heads and neck like a pressure hose. Blood flew into the sky, before Vince let it drop down, spatter onto his cloths and all around him. Vince only smiled to the men now void of heads, before turning and looking to the sky once more. "I told you. Looks like a rain's coming."
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Post by Sky on Sept 24, 2016 21:06:17 GMT
Sky hated the war in which had started, but wouldn't be sucked in, because while the world was crumbling around her, it wasn't all Mo's fault. Many were taken to look for the beast, and in that lost sense of the duty they should be following, Sky decided that if she was going to help, she was going to round up the thieves and thugs that think in such time of hate they can control. She managed to scour the Baransu tower ruins for a list of missing crooks who may have escaped the prison from the hit, as well as a list of prisoners from other holds to hunt down. She was far into her search, now on the hunt for the less known Vincent Abrams... A funny case for her, but one she was looking forward to, it gave her a sense of accomplishment putting people back, and the tougher the better... Abrams seemed like the perfect case, even if she never told anyone she was going after him. It wasn't easy tracking him down, but once she found the literal blood trail it wasn't hard, and watching him use his magic, seeing the joy even as she had splatters of blood cover her face, Sky had to smile, such beautiful poetry for a barbarian. "What is the flesh and blood compounded of, But a few moments in the life of time?" Sky walked towards her 'prey' while reciting a poem she once read years back when trapped, it seemed fitting right now, in a way. "Blood dripping from my fingers, Blood dripping onto my feet, Blood slipping through my fingers, From the once live carcass, Laying in front of me, The body, dismembered, battered and bruised, Hair ripped and on the floor next to me, My clothes are blood-stained, Ripped, tattered and torn, The knife on the floor next to me, The blade stained with crimson, Lifeblood which was once the carcasses, Own. Now lost to nothing but time." Sky had to be careful when facing this enemy, it was clear how he fought, and if she was to survive an encounter, she had to watch every step. "You've been busy, since escaping... The trail of blood leading me to you was a charming touch..."
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Post by Vincent Abrams on Sept 24, 2016 21:26:12 GMT
Vince waited for all the droplets to find a place to rest, before nodding to himself, and looking for a pocket on the inside of his current jacket. He found a little book, not covered in any blood yet, and opened to a bookmarked page. A little book of poems he was writing, he enjoyed how the current one ran on his tongue, and didn't want to forget it, since he no longer had the original material. So, licking a bloody finger, Vincent tapped it onto the page, controlling a small flow of blood to seep into the thick paper, and write down the poem in red. He'd only just begun writing, when Vince picked up another voice. He smiled warmly, a poem he remembered, it felt nostalgic to his ear. He took a deep breath, closing his eyes, recalling the first time he'd read that poem.
"I do like to be charming... Killing isn't fun without a sense of charm and allure." Vincent commented, finally opening his eyes, to look to his fair new companion. She had blood on her already, although it was only from the rain of blood above them. Shame, for a moment Vince thought he'd stumbled upon someone with a similar taste for the crimson lifeblood as he did. Vincent tutted audibly, "I can't help but feel like I have stalker... is that right?" He asked, folding his arms together. "You got something on your mind miss? Or just like spouting poetry as you walk. I get that, I do it too, it's real calming when dealing with ass-holes who think they're smarter than you."
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Post by Sky on Sept 24, 2016 21:48:15 GMT
Sky gave a small smile, she had to admit in a small sense he knew what he liked, and she had to admire him for it, there were few out there so open to such deeds. But she did give a charming and amused smile at the word stalker. "Stalker is such a broad and mindless accusation... Its more A flash of fierce gold, Blurs with black and white. The predator takes its prey..." Sky did enjoy being able to use her knowledge on poems to speak to another, she rarely ever met another who could keep up with her way of words. "I don't normally speak poetry to others, I have my reasons for being here, this was just a pleasant surprise... I'm actually hunting down the escaped convicts who think that in time of chaos they can do what they like... You just happen to be my next prey. Though I did not expect to find a man who appreciates poetry the way you obviously do..." Though in time it would change nothing but perhaps a change in how he was kept from the last time, because even with a man as dangerous as he, Sky did not approve of how she read up his sentence. Sky took a few steps closer to the man, holding out a hand, aware that by doing so gave him the perfect opportunity to end her... But she expected that a man so appreciative of poetry would also be the type of man to see reason when it was given... And not abuse her acceptance of what he could do to her. "The names Sky, Angel Princess, though dare call me that and I may have to end you... I'm not a fan of the big title, it makes for boring people trying to abuse my position."
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Post by Vincent Abrams on Sept 24, 2016 22:03:08 GMT
Vincent did enjoy the company of someone who appreciated how poetry worked. It was a way to word one word in many, to make it have more meaning, more beauty. Vincent didn't like the word 'killer' until he'd seen it used in a poem. Then, it had become alluring. Vincent hummed, "You could be right, perhaps Hunter suits you better: From hordes of fresh cut saplings that abound
; The hunter will devise a trusted bow
; Discarded remnants rot above the ground." He replied, mindlessly flipping through a few pages of his book before replacing it into a pocket. He was intrigued enough to listen when this woman explained why she really stalked him, amused when it turned out she really did want to hunt him down. "And what does the predator do, when they find a prey no longer willing to be prey?" He asked her in return. "Maybe I am an escaped convict, more like a man who got lucky in having a building fall down on his cell door. Since then I've been trying to keep to myself, only offering a little... lesson to any fuckers who try testing me." Vincent explained. He looked to the offered hand, and Vincent listened before taking the hand, using his cut one of course. He didn't need to do anything, she wasn't pissing him off yet, but just knowing he had his mark on this little Angel made Vince feel more comfortable to then go and return to sitting on the barrel. "Princess of the heavenly King are thou,
Thy kindness is more precious than jewels,
Thy smile are sweeter than honey,
Blessed is this servant, that I was able to meet thee." Vincent announced, bowing his head a little. He chuckled. "To be honest I've never got to met any royals before, you lot don't visit the jails that much miss."
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Post by Sky on Sept 24, 2016 22:23:08 GMT
Sky knew getting this man to listen would be easy, but anything more would be difficult, she would have to get lose before trying anything, if only to appease to his beliefs before pissing him off trying to drag him back. Tilting her head slightly, Sky let a pleased smile take hold. "The prey and predator, Either man or beast will lose its life to night, Slowly the man pulls the trigger, Fiercely the wolf howl, The man must kill the beast, The beast must feed on the man, Who will be the prey, Who will be the predator? Its an endless cycle, prey and predator, I care not for either in the hunt, I simply exist and bide my time from the expanse of the fight. And its the same song and dance I hear from you and the others, I'm only keeping to myself... I'm only teaching these few a lesson, it means not you are good... Its just means your being careful about how you plan your escape." Sky knew, she had already captured many others who believed the same thing, and she would not be sucked into this one. She also let the talk on her royalty slide for a loved poem, but next time she really would follow through her threat. "The guards do not let me in, fear in what the convicts may do to a royalty member. Even in such high position in the chain, I do not get to order past... And my fathers are busy with other things, my brother busy or with the ladies. Highly unfair to me, I believe we should be equal, and treated as such. I tried many times to find the loop holes in to visit those who needed it." A true statement, Sky having tried to visit, and being denied entry while others could pass, simply because of her position.
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Post by Vincent Abrams on Sept 24, 2016 22:41:07 GMT
Vince crossed a leg over the other, sitting calm, listening like a man here for a pleasant chat. He didn't even look for an escape, didn't need to, nor did he care about trying to run. If there was one thing about Vincent, it was that he didn't run. He wanted his freedom, and he'd have it, running away only meant denying himself the chance to be truly free. Besides, the moment this lady tried something other than poetry and cunning words, Vince could end her. Would be a pity, not many share his loves, but he knew what needed to be done. Vincent grinned. "Who said I was being good?" He replied, "I'm no good kiddo, doing what people tell me. Learnt the hard way that rules are just another layer of control over people, so why should I give a shit about them? If ignoring the rules and looking out for myself is evil, then I'm the worst of the worst miss." Vincent replied, before looking directly up. "Well, maybe not the worst, I didn't go and get rid of the Sun after all." He added. Vincent sighed, "Ah, the Sun... The sun emit flames,
Into a starburst of light,
Sprinkled through the day. But what does happen if the Sun goes away?" He asked, mostly himself.
Like before, Vincent jumped suddenly, this time directly up to stand on the barrel. "Justice is not equality, Freedom is not fairness. It’s better to admit you don’t understand, than to torture the hopeless. Waiting for peace on earth, you dare to hold your breath. So I’ll let you suffocate; We are equal in death." Vincent announced, before smirking. "Poems like that taught me not to give a shit about what's fair or what's right anymore. I certainly didn't get much of a fair lot in life... do you even know why they locked me up Miss?" Vincent paused, and smirked.
"If it's crazy for me to want to be me after all that crap, then call me crazy, see if I care. The only thing I care about is making sure I never go back to that hell hole again."
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Post by Sky on Sept 25, 2016 20:50:38 GMT
"The nature of good and evil
Is more than black and white.
They are the darkness in our souls,
Likewise they are the light.
They dwell at human nature's core,
And breed virtue and sin.
They are the fundamental force,
Within the hearts of men.
They fuel our greed and selfishness,
Our pride and vanity,
They fan the flames of bigotry,
Inciting enmity.
They also teach us how to love,
And live righteous lives.
This struggle between right and wrong
Determines who survives.
The sum of every human heart
Is measured by this scale.
It will bring life to those who learn,
And death to those who fail.
Without them there would be no light
Or darkness in our souls,
No thought of who, or what we are,
No wide eyed dreams or goals.
Good and evil form our center,
Like the roots of a tree.
They're human nature's architect,
They are humanity. A poem I read long ago, seemingly fitting now, you speak on how you are evil of evil, and I speak of how it means you are not good. Yet I don't believe either exist, while both do in balance. Looking out for yourself is considered good, it brings life and light, but in killing innocents to do so brings the darkness and death, two separate roots that hold life up as it is... I don't even believe there can be the worst of worse out there, even he who destroyed the sun, its all the cycle, a test determine who survives." Sky knew Vincent would get her meaning, being a poet would make it easy to distinguish the meaning behind her words while others would not. Sky did have to smirk as he called her out on equality, she knew the truth, agreed, but there was far more to it then that, to be equal in life was far more difficult to accomplish then in death, as many do not see such reason. And why he was locked up? "Because you were different, people feared your magic and what you could do." Fair points, to those on the surface, to those who weren't willing to learn anymore then what was there. "I admire you for wanting to be yourself, but that is not a society we live in, we must add up to expectations, and follow them to be welcomed." Upsetting but true none the less. |
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Post by Vincent Abrams on Sept 25, 2016 21:12:51 GMT
Vincent listened to the poem, going from a frown brought on by trying to recollect the piece, to then a smile. "The work of Isaac Spencer, a poet who focused on describing good and evil. I never really liked his way of balancing things, it's why I wrote something against it a while back..." Vincent stated. He'd decided to write his own poems ages back, conflicting the ones he didn't approve of, or simply because he thought he had an idea he wanted to convey. He'd written plenty, but only a handful were actually remembered. Vincent tapped his head a few times, "Trying to recall all the words... Ah yeah.." He stopped tapping, to pull the small book from his pocket once more, quickly shifting through the pages. He started reading it, nodding to himself as the words came back to him, meanwhile, Sky returned on his questions, getting a grin from the killer. "You've read up well. I killed a lot of people when I was little, mostly because they killed my mum then tried to take me from her corpse. They got lazy when it came to my punishment, could have easily taught me some restrain and make me a soldier or something dumb, instead they just locked me up and threw away the key." Vincent stopped, humming to Sky, then smirking as he looked up from his book. "I'd like to tell you this little poem of mine, best get comfy Miss, it gets long."
"The heart
is not was should cause worry.
It is mend-able
Flexible
and can never truly be destroyed.
The mind
is what you should protect
For once it is tainted
by troubled thoughts tormenting
his weakening soul
then he can never return.
Once the mind is tainted
Eyes behold no good
Ears hear no laughter
Lips move for no man,
only smirking his thoughts.
His hands shall be coated
by the innocence that once
resided within his heart.
His heart has mended over the opening
from which this came.
Leaving only a spreading scar that never ceases
In its growth.
Tears are shed
just as equally as the mind.
That drips,
slides,
crumbles
to his unworthy feet.
Head raised to the sky
a torture cry echos
throughout the universe
in a melody of confusion.
Sinking to the ground
head in his hands
eyes closed shut,
against any purity that seeks to
end him.
There is always a reason,
why evil has become evil.
That reason is 'Good'.
The good in the world
sneers upon the different
Walks upon them in ignorance
Cruelly clap as their light laughter sounds
throughout evils head.
Their ideas may be different,
Their thought might be harsh!
but no harsher than the words
you spit like venom
towards their prone forms.
In this world Good triumphs over evil
In this world Evil is seen as destruction.
Evil is simply people,
who do not wish for pain
only power to gain
acceptance and help
for their meddled minds.
Evil is misunderstood,
evil is not the evil you know.
Perhaps this time...
Evil should triumph over Good?"
Vince closed his book, jumping down from the barrel. "In summary, evil ain't all that bad, it's because of those people thinking that they're good that we end up how we do... Maybe if they helped me all those years ago instead of tying my arms together and muzzling me, I'd turn out alright. But now... I don't care for any good you might think you're doing, and I'll kill you or anyone who thinks of putting me back in a place like that." He added, slowly walking passed Sky.
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Post by Sky on Sept 25, 2016 21:35:13 GMT
Sky listened to the words, letting them sink in before smiling and holding her arm out as to stop Vincent from leaving, she was not done talking to him, and she needed to make sure he knew some things. "What is the story without evil?
What is good without evil?
Who is God without the Devil?
No story told is without a demon in one form or the other
No wonder there are awards to recognize such roles
We wouldn't know the meaning of good if we’ve never tasted bad
We wouldn’t recognize God without being pushed by the Devil
What is right without wrong?
What is a coin’s head without tails?
What is gain without pain?
What is joy without sorrow?
We wouldn’t know meaning of wrong we’ll never make it right
Coin with same two sides is called fake
We’ll never know we’ve achieved without realizing we worked for it
We wouldn’t have reason to smile if we never shed a tear
What is perfection without imperfection?
What is peace without quarrel?
What is making up without a fight?
What is success without a failure?
We’ll never strife to be better if we didn’t know the faults
We’ll never find peace if we never fought for good
We won’t enjoy make up kiss if never fought
We’ll never know to get up without falling down
How could ending be happy without going through sadness?
How could good win without fighting bad?
How could someone be a hero without a villain?
How could we be human without coexistence of good & bad in us?
For a happy ending we have to go through ups and downs
We cannot be best if we have no competition
We will never have idols to grow looking up to in comparison to the others
We are only humans, part of God stronger than Demon in us
Without the one the other can’t exist
But evil is only for reference
So we can appreciate the value of excellence
Path of Demon is only for no entry
So we can walk the lighted path parallel to this
We have been blessed with options
But only to use the power to choose the right
That’s the reason good and evil will always coexist." Sky gave a long look to Vincent to let the words sink in, the one poem she created herself while trapped, keeping herself sane when thinking things couldn't get better. "You do not need to speak to me about good and evil, I may not have seen as much as you, but I know pain, I've been the victim of it in more ways then one. Like I said, I don't believe either one exists, and yet it coexists in one. What one considers right, another will consider wrong, and that's where the dilemma is raised. I came here under the intention to drag you back kicking and screaming, so consider this fair warning for the next time we cross paths. I simply see you as a man needing to be sent back to where he came from, in nicer arrangements then which he left, I do not look for the good or evil in another." And when she does, she's likely to forgive them, just like Banto, just like her Papa... Maybe Vincent if she found later he may change. "I cannot stop you alone, but I hope you will look into life more so then just the colour of blood..." With that Sky released Vincent's arm with a smirk, and headed off. She had others to find, and she could let one have a few days head start on the chase, he did say he didn't want to be the prey anymore after all. |
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Post by Vincent Abrams on Sept 25, 2016 21:58:33 GMT
Sky got about a paragraph into her poem before Vincent started copying it down. Interesting words, interesting metaphors and imagery, he approved. Approved of the style, not the meaning, but it wasn't like Vincent agreed to every poem he read. Some of them were so sickly sweet it hurt to read, but some rang deep through his ears and to his selective heart. Sky's was somewhere in between, Vincent would have to study it a bit later to really take it apart and analyse it for all it was worth. He closed his book once she was done, hiding it away, and watching the woman. He snorted when she mentioned her own experience in witnessing pain, feeling it. Being the victim. Vince shook his head. "Oh poor you..." He muttered, quick as a flash poking her cheek, dotting some blood on her face. "Poor princess and her woes of the past." He drooled sarcastically, no sympathy, because that was something Vincent just didn't do anymore. "And I've got every intention of killing you if you try it. I want to be free, I ain't seen this world for twenty six years, and as pretty as it might have been before I was locked in a cage, it's still alright now." Vince explained, "And your philosophy pisses me off in many ways, which I ain't explaining to you, only warning you that I've always been known to have a short fuse, don't test my temper Miss... I've been awfully nice to keep it in check for this little meeting, mostly because you speak poetry and that means something to me, get it?" He added, watching her remove her hold, being to move away. "But I can kill you alone... You've been marked Miss, got a bit of my blood on you, and I promise you it'll still be there when we meet next... call it a date, I'm almost looking forward to it." Vincent called over, turning and heading off in his own direction, running fast through the streets to get out of town.
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