Ephemerae - Part I - Genesis

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Part I - genesis -

: prologue :

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Title: Ephemerae - Genesis
Author: Deika Kanna
Rating: R
Characters: Siren
Pairings: None
Warnings: Implied violence, self mutilation, blood

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Alone. Unless one counted the screaming voices in his mind. Then he was with constant company. Innumerable, heedless of his peas for a moment of peace. They clawed at his subconscious, reopening scars that refused to heal, painting their faces in his blood. And always the screams. Countless voices twisting in the red hued darkness and becoming one, almost before he realised it was his own voice again, screaming into the night.

He fell silent, head ringing with distorted echoes, thin chest heaving as he caught his breath. The night sky outside his window was black - comfortingly so. There was no scarlet mist here, no crimson glow. Just safe darkness, and the twinkling lights of the city.
He sighed, letting the familiar sights calm him. Then his eyes drifted downwards, and as he saw the blood on his hands, the blood running from ragged and torn flesh at his wrists, he felt a shudder deep inside. It caught in his chest, tightening until he whimpered in pain and turned wide, sightless eyes to the ceiling.

So much blood. Too much to have come from his wrist wounds alone. His skin was slick with it. He could feel it running between his shoulder blades, the sensation somehow more terrifying than the searing, mind numbing pain that accompanied it.
A choked cry hitched in his throat and he closed his eyes to escape from the red shimmer in the sky above. But even then it permeated his thoughts, becoming indistinguishable from the pain and the echoes of his own screams.

A hand touched his cheek; mockingly, deceptively gentle, and a voice found its way to understanding in his shattered mind.
“He let this happen to you. He promised to protect you, but where was he when you needed him? Where was he? He lied. He swore he’d always be there, that he’d always protect you. He promised! He lied to you. He lied ...”

His eyes snapped open. He was trembling all over, and the blood ... No. It was just sweat that now covered his body. The only blood was starting to clot and dry on the self inflicted wounds.
Slowly he rose from the floor, hissing through his teeth as the scars on his back tensed and pulled with the movement. His fingers curled, long bloodied nails gently scraping his palms.

“He lied ... He promised, but he lied ...”

Muttering to himself, he made his way through the old warehouse and out into the warm night air. A car drove by, the headlights momentarily blinding him before he averted his eyes with a snarl. Slender fingers twitched again and be began to move; a pale shadow flitting through the night. A vengeful ghost on the prowl.