Fire and Eyes
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DarkFic › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
Views:
925
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Fire and Eyes
Title: Fire and Eyes
Author: RamJamsBlackBetty
Rating: R
Archive: Tell me where!
Disclaimer: Mine, all MINE!!!! Mwahahahaaaa!
A/N re this story: I just found this story on my computer the other day - I think I wrote it a good many years ago, so if the writing doesn't flow as well, or the whole thing just isn't up to the caliber of Black Leather, sorry. I think I'll be dusting this one off for a while! *g*
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Fire and Eyes
Normally, his eyes were a clear, beautiful electric blue. As his mood changed, so would his eyes. Happiness would add an obvious sparkle, as would amusement. When his mood became more somber, his eyes would follow suit.
Intensity transformed them into a kaleidoscope of greens and browns. Little flecks of gold would be visible as well. Looking into that hazel was like looking into a erioerious forest.
Slate gray was the color of sadness, as was gray-blue. Dark blue could be either sadness or the color of any suppressed emotion; that was his ‘secrets’ color.
Brown with gold flecks was anticipation or battling emotions; the darker the brown, the more intense the inner battle.
Black was pure, blind rage.
His eyes darkened to brown as he listened into the blackness. He thought he’d heard something. His eyes were the color of melted milk chocolate when he heard it again: a small whisper. On impulse, he quietly called her name…nothing for a moment.
Then a scream split the pitch black and it seemed to rip him in two. It was a scream not just of terror, but agony as well. The sound was barely human but he knew who had made it: her.
Milk chocolate became a void – two tiny black holes that only allowed rage to escape their gravity. He growled, the sound was more animal than human; it would have made the fiercest wolf cower. His eyes were as feral as his movements.
He ran blindly, fueled by righteous rage in the direction of her cry. He called her name again, the sound only slightly more human than his last. But she’d know it. He knew she would kno and and respond to it.
And respond she did, with another ear-splitting, soul-shattering scream. It was behind him this time. He ran toward it again, calling as he did. Her voice was somewhere else each time she responded.
Black pits slowly illuminated to become dark navy velvet. Rage became second to anticipation and sadness as he realized what they were doing. They were taunting him and killing her because he was too stupid to figure it out sooner.
He ran on.
Dawn finally broke on the navy blues and they became gray. Slate, dark blue and flecked brown cycled like a miniature slide show within his eyes.
He seemed to come to a decision when his eyes settled on dark slate again. Then he began to beg, quietly at first, his voice gaining power and conviction as he ran: “…take me instead…I know I’m the one you really want…Why are you doing this to her? She wasn’t part of it!” Sil Silence.
He slowed his running, and eventually stood perfectly still, listening intently for any sound, even the scream. The silence was a physical force that crushed him from every angle. He couldn’t even hear his own heart beating frantically in his ears.
He had no idea how long he’d waited, a moment, an hour, a day, but still there was nothing. It was as if someone had turned off the volume in his entire existence.
When she did finally respond, the force of it ing ing through the nihility tore at his aching heart and body; it threatened to unravel his mind like a badly-made sweater.
His legs buckled and he fell to his knees, the sound of his kneecaps hitting the floor like the reports of twin pistols fired into the dark. Agony overwhelmed him, so much so that he could not rise at all. He felt no physical pain, only the ache of having his heart replaced by a block of ice that refused to .
.
Blackness flitted across the slate and he attempted to rise to his feet again, fighting off the nausea that churned his stomach with every movement. He was getting desperate; his tears slipped unhindered down his cheeks from his ash-gray eyes.
Just as the silence had crushed him, so now did the sound of her pain; one long, unending wail that came at him from every direction.
He swallowed convulsively, trying to rid himself of the feeling that there was sandpaper lining his throat. He struggled repeatedly to speak, but all that came out was an indiscernible rasp. Eventually, he forced the words out past his uncooperative voice box.
“I’m sorry…I’m sorry…please, don’t hurt her anymore, I’ll do anything you want, just don’t make her scream anymore!”
They must have seen that they had broken him, because her screams had stopped by the time the sounds of his pleas faded into the emptiness.
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I think I wrote this (and the next few chappies) for an English assignment, if I remember correctly... I think we were doing something with descriptive language... Probably scared my teacher shitless considering I was in the 7th grade at the time... (haHA!)
RJsBB
Author: RamJamsBlackBetty
Rating: R
Archive: Tell me where!
Disclaimer: Mine, all MINE!!!! Mwahahahaaaa!
A/N re this story: I just found this story on my computer the other day - I think I wrote it a good many years ago, so if the writing doesn't flow as well, or the whole thing just isn't up to the caliber of Black Leather, sorry. I think I'll be dusting this one off for a while! *g*
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Fire and Eyes
Normally, his eyes were a clear, beautiful electric blue. As his mood changed, so would his eyes. Happiness would add an obvious sparkle, as would amusement. When his mood became more somber, his eyes would follow suit.
Intensity transformed them into a kaleidoscope of greens and browns. Little flecks of gold would be visible as well. Looking into that hazel was like looking into a erioerious forest.
Slate gray was the color of sadness, as was gray-blue. Dark blue could be either sadness or the color of any suppressed emotion; that was his ‘secrets’ color.
Brown with gold flecks was anticipation or battling emotions; the darker the brown, the more intense the inner battle.
Black was pure, blind rage.
His eyes darkened to brown as he listened into the blackness. He thought he’d heard something. His eyes were the color of melted milk chocolate when he heard it again: a small whisper. On impulse, he quietly called her name…nothing for a moment.
Then a scream split the pitch black and it seemed to rip him in two. It was a scream not just of terror, but agony as well. The sound was barely human but he knew who had made it: her.
Milk chocolate became a void – two tiny black holes that only allowed rage to escape their gravity. He growled, the sound was more animal than human; it would have made the fiercest wolf cower. His eyes were as feral as his movements.
He ran blindly, fueled by righteous rage in the direction of her cry. He called her name again, the sound only slightly more human than his last. But she’d know it. He knew she would kno and and respond to it.
And respond she did, with another ear-splitting, soul-shattering scream. It was behind him this time. He ran toward it again, calling as he did. Her voice was somewhere else each time she responded.
Black pits slowly illuminated to become dark navy velvet. Rage became second to anticipation and sadness as he realized what they were doing. They were taunting him and killing her because he was too stupid to figure it out sooner.
He ran on.
Dawn finally broke on the navy blues and they became gray. Slate, dark blue and flecked brown cycled like a miniature slide show within his eyes.
He seemed to come to a decision when his eyes settled on dark slate again. Then he began to beg, quietly at first, his voice gaining power and conviction as he ran: “…take me instead…I know I’m the one you really want…Why are you doing this to her? She wasn’t part of it!” Sil Silence.
He slowed his running, and eventually stood perfectly still, listening intently for any sound, even the scream. The silence was a physical force that crushed him from every angle. He couldn’t even hear his own heart beating frantically in his ears.
He had no idea how long he’d waited, a moment, an hour, a day, but still there was nothing. It was as if someone had turned off the volume in his entire existence.
When she did finally respond, the force of it ing ing through the nihility tore at his aching heart and body; it threatened to unravel his mind like a badly-made sweater.
His legs buckled and he fell to his knees, the sound of his kneecaps hitting the floor like the reports of twin pistols fired into the dark. Agony overwhelmed him, so much so that he could not rise at all. He felt no physical pain, only the ache of having his heart replaced by a block of ice that refused to .
.
Blackness flitted across the slate and he attempted to rise to his feet again, fighting off the nausea that churned his stomach with every movement. He was getting desperate; his tears slipped unhindered down his cheeks from his ash-gray eyes.
Just as the silence had crushed him, so now did the sound of her pain; one long, unending wail that came at him from every direction.
He swallowed convulsively, trying to rid himself of the feeling that there was sandpaper lining his throat. He struggled repeatedly to speak, but all that came out was an indiscernible rasp. Eventually, he forced the words out past his uncooperative voice box.
“I’m sorry…I’m sorry…please, don’t hurt her anymore, I’ll do anything you want, just don’t make her scream anymore!”
They must have seen that they had broken him, because her screams had stopped by the time the sounds of his pleas faded into the emptiness.
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I think I wrote this (and the next few chappies) for an English assignment, if I remember correctly... I think we were doing something with descriptive language... Probably scared my teacher shitless considering I was in the 7th grade at the time... (haHA!)
RJsBB