Twisted

It hurt, like a thousand needles piercing my flesh over and over. Why...why does it hurt? I can barely move, each movement sending blinding pain through out me. What is going on? One moment I was standing in my cell staring upon my sister in which was standing out in the rain like a beckon of freedom. The next...all I knew...was pain and darkness. I was surrounded in it, it was so black, that I did not even know if my eyes were open or shut...or if I had gone blind...it was just...darkness.

"Where am I?" I spoke out into the darkness, this was not my cell...it did not smell like it, or feel like it...I was brought from one prison to another...depressing.

"Where do you think?" a voice answered me, deep and sultry, a voice I remembered whispering against my skin at night. Beautiful untamed... and was once mine, but that voice died...along with the man in which carried it, his blood still soaked in my skin. And I can still smell it, picture every heart wrenching detail in my mind as I watched him die, and I did nothing to stop it. So it was impossible...for me to hear this voice...for I surely have gone mad...

"Who are you" the voice laughed...that same laugh I remembered and it made me shiver, it was as if I was facing death itself, and yet still all I could see was darkness. I shifted my body trying to understand my situation, and as I did I felt as though my body was being torn. I was chained so tight against a wall...or a concrete plank that any movement would rip my flesh open. It was cold and I shivered again as the voice calmed its laughter and replied with amusement.

"Who do you think?" A question for a question, yet again playing a game I once knew so well... I have must finally cracked under the loneliness that had been plaguing my soul for so long for now I am hearing the voices of the dead.

"You're dead, I watched you die" I said trying to get a grasp of the situation, I don't understand, and that wretched voiced laughed once more and it brought tears to my eyes. Memories of happier times appearing in my mind, times when I was able to smile and laugh and...be alive. Not this shell that I am... and shall always be for the rest of my countless days.

"Foolish elf ling, you can't kill what's already dead" the voice chuckled as a torch lit itself to my right "or should I say...you cannot kill death itself?" a torch to my left lit, and then alone the walls banishing the darkness and bringing in the light.

Ah...I did have my eyes open after all, the walls were empty, just torches along them...I was in a dungeon, stone walls with cold water dripping from them. A prison to another...my life...my story.

"Resolute" I held my breath as the voice came into view....and there he stood...my dream...my nightmare... mine. Skin as pale as the moon, and black inked hair that brushed past his shoulders to his mid back, eyes a violet bright and beautiful as he was. Lips pouty and full, a swanlike neck flawless as I remembered. He wore a simple black shirt, a silver band around his arm and plain black leather pants I couldn't see his feet but I'm sure he wore matching black leather boots.

"Shishi" I said softly... his full name was Shishiwakamaru, which meant young lion, however I took it upon myself so say that his name really meant young death due to the kanji spelling of his name...how right I was. He stepped close to me a smile gracing his lips and he touched my face with warm fingers and I shivered as I stared into his violet orbs.

I was staring into the eyes of death himself.