The hydracropsychic effect
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Angst › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
10
Views:
850
Reviews:
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Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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The flames of rebirth.
~ The Flames of rebirth~ Chap.4
Then he closed her door and braced a chair against it to keep it closed for when she awoke. She would suffocate from all the smoke, and if she escaped her makeshift prison the fire would certainly take care of her. He regretted that he would not be able to watch her burn. Perhaps all the alcohol she had consumed would cause her to ignite quickly and possibly even explode. He gave a low laugh at the thought.
He returned to the living room and lit the lighter; he lowered it to the gasoline soaked carpet with almost ceremonial slowness. It caught quickly, the flames were bright orange-red and the heat scorched his face as he moved about, igniting more and more of the rooms. The fire danced around him, and crackled hungrily. It was like a ravenous beast, devouring all it encountered. He relished the destruction his actions had wrought, and as he surveyed the leaping inferno of his home he felt himself harden. The heat and sense of power he felt was quite physical and he was painfully aroused.
Soon the smoke became too much for him and he slipped out a basement window. He hurried down the street to his truck and only when he was safely behind the steering wheel did he chance a look back. It was a beautiful sight. He closed his eyes and bowed his head in a brief moment of silence; the poor wretches deserved as much. He turned away and then he sped off in the direction of the lake
. Now it was time for the final phase of his ingenious plan. As he neared his destination a streak of lightening cut across the sky, and thunder rumbled, as a merciless downpour suddenly flooded his vision. He drove on. There was no turning back at this point. The plan had been put into motion. He mustn't be afraid. He consoled himself desperately. This was the right thing to do. There was no other way; it was either her or him. But that was unfair, at least this way no one would be left behind. The situation was quickly spinning out of his control. "Someone please help me," he moaned.
As the storm strengthened he felt his resolve falter. When he finally stood ankle deep in the cool lake he realized he wasn't going to do it. This is exactly what she would have wanted. Even dead she still had complete power over him. She was free now, and his world was coming apart at the seams. He saw his pitted reflection in the water and a few tears trickled down his cheeks.
He dragged himself under a nearby tree where he curled up upon himself and rocked like a lost child. He was overcome with a feeling of loneliness so intense that his whole body ached with it. He lay like this a long time, oblivious to the rain and cold. He was beginning to consider getting up and giving it another try when he heard the sound of footsteps. It was a barely detectable sound because the ground was so soft but his senses were sharp.
As he watched a young girl ran to the dock and stood at the edge of it. He stared incredulously after her. Not her too? Her body swayed back and forth from the edge, cock-teasing death. She began a strange breathing pattern and he realized that she too had lost her nerve. He knew nothing about this sickly thin, pasty-skinned girl. He knew only that here in the rain, with her drenched black hair clinging to her face, and her dirty and equally damp clothing, they were one and the same, innocence just looking for an escape from the pain.
For reasons he couldn't fathom she had the most overwhelming calming effect upon him. All the madness drained away as her movements captivated him. How very young she is, he thought, too young to die and too pretty. This time she leaned out far and before he could stop himself, or even think, he was calling out to her. "So, are you going to jump?" he hated the way his voice sounded, patronizing and cruel.
She let out a startled cry and fell to the ground. She turned around sharply and he felt her eyes focus on him. He felt his stomach do a nervous flip-flop and marveled at the tone of her voice. It was low and husky, very unusual for a girl her age. She did not seem frightened of him; in fact he knew she pitied him. This fact wounded him deeply. It was not pity he wanted from her. Well, what do you want from her? His body tensed as she drew nearer, he felt the unexplainable urge to flee.
He tried to save her, and perhaps himself. He told her to go home, he even tried leaving himself, but then she called out his name. There was such fear and desperation in her voice, and he knew he needed her as much as she seemed to need him. The next few minutes were a blur of actions without thoughts attached and before he knew it the girl, whose name was Annie, was sobbing out her misery in his arms. He wanted to comfort her, offer her some words of wisdom but he was too tainted by sorrow. Instead he too began to cry, silently so as not to frighten her, into her long dark hair.
When he felt her trembling cease he lifted her face and looked for the first time into her beautiful blue eyes. He saw straight through to her soul. Such purity, and life sparkled within the depths of those eyes. He could not stand the thought of those fires extinguished forever. He wanted to tell her all that had happened, so she could be on her way with no further damage done. He wanted her to be disgusted, to push him away. That would give him some incentive to end his worthless existence.
Yet he wanted to extend this moment, hold her close and never have to let her go. He felt safe here and so he permitted himself to hope. "Are you ok?" he asked, and his voice betrayed his sudden weakness. She paused for a moment and he was afraid shed realize what a mistake it had been to remain with him, but then she replied, and her answer was nothing like he had expected. "Depends" She did not move away, simply remained where she was, letting the response linger in the air. He knew she was imploring him to ask, and so he did. "On what?"
Then he closed her door and braced a chair against it to keep it closed for when she awoke. She would suffocate from all the smoke, and if she escaped her makeshift prison the fire would certainly take care of her. He regretted that he would not be able to watch her burn. Perhaps all the alcohol she had consumed would cause her to ignite quickly and possibly even explode. He gave a low laugh at the thought.
He returned to the living room and lit the lighter; he lowered it to the gasoline soaked carpet with almost ceremonial slowness. It caught quickly, the flames were bright orange-red and the heat scorched his face as he moved about, igniting more and more of the rooms. The fire danced around him, and crackled hungrily. It was like a ravenous beast, devouring all it encountered. He relished the destruction his actions had wrought, and as he surveyed the leaping inferno of his home he felt himself harden. The heat and sense of power he felt was quite physical and he was painfully aroused.
Soon the smoke became too much for him and he slipped out a basement window. He hurried down the street to his truck and only when he was safely behind the steering wheel did he chance a look back. It was a beautiful sight. He closed his eyes and bowed his head in a brief moment of silence; the poor wretches deserved as much. He turned away and then he sped off in the direction of the lake
. Now it was time for the final phase of his ingenious plan. As he neared his destination a streak of lightening cut across the sky, and thunder rumbled, as a merciless downpour suddenly flooded his vision. He drove on. There was no turning back at this point. The plan had been put into motion. He mustn't be afraid. He consoled himself desperately. This was the right thing to do. There was no other way; it was either her or him. But that was unfair, at least this way no one would be left behind. The situation was quickly spinning out of his control. "Someone please help me," he moaned.
As the storm strengthened he felt his resolve falter. When he finally stood ankle deep in the cool lake he realized he wasn't going to do it. This is exactly what she would have wanted. Even dead she still had complete power over him. She was free now, and his world was coming apart at the seams. He saw his pitted reflection in the water and a few tears trickled down his cheeks.
He dragged himself under a nearby tree where he curled up upon himself and rocked like a lost child. He was overcome with a feeling of loneliness so intense that his whole body ached with it. He lay like this a long time, oblivious to the rain and cold. He was beginning to consider getting up and giving it another try when he heard the sound of footsteps. It was a barely detectable sound because the ground was so soft but his senses were sharp.
As he watched a young girl ran to the dock and stood at the edge of it. He stared incredulously after her. Not her too? Her body swayed back and forth from the edge, cock-teasing death. She began a strange breathing pattern and he realized that she too had lost her nerve. He knew nothing about this sickly thin, pasty-skinned girl. He knew only that here in the rain, with her drenched black hair clinging to her face, and her dirty and equally damp clothing, they were one and the same, innocence just looking for an escape from the pain.
For reasons he couldn't fathom she had the most overwhelming calming effect upon him. All the madness drained away as her movements captivated him. How very young she is, he thought, too young to die and too pretty. This time she leaned out far and before he could stop himself, or even think, he was calling out to her. "So, are you going to jump?" he hated the way his voice sounded, patronizing and cruel.
She let out a startled cry and fell to the ground. She turned around sharply and he felt her eyes focus on him. He felt his stomach do a nervous flip-flop and marveled at the tone of her voice. It was low and husky, very unusual for a girl her age. She did not seem frightened of him; in fact he knew she pitied him. This fact wounded him deeply. It was not pity he wanted from her. Well, what do you want from her? His body tensed as she drew nearer, he felt the unexplainable urge to flee.
He tried to save her, and perhaps himself. He told her to go home, he even tried leaving himself, but then she called out his name. There was such fear and desperation in her voice, and he knew he needed her as much as she seemed to need him. The next few minutes were a blur of actions without thoughts attached and before he knew it the girl, whose name was Annie, was sobbing out her misery in his arms. He wanted to comfort her, offer her some words of wisdom but he was too tainted by sorrow. Instead he too began to cry, silently so as not to frighten her, into her long dark hair.
When he felt her trembling cease he lifted her face and looked for the first time into her beautiful blue eyes. He saw straight through to her soul. Such purity, and life sparkled within the depths of those eyes. He could not stand the thought of those fires extinguished forever. He wanted to tell her all that had happened, so she could be on her way with no further damage done. He wanted her to be disgusted, to push him away. That would give him some incentive to end his worthless existence.
Yet he wanted to extend this moment, hold her close and never have to let her go. He felt safe here and so he permitted himself to hope. "Are you ok?" he asked, and his voice betrayed his sudden weakness. She paused for a moment and he was afraid shed realize what a mistake it had been to remain with him, but then she replied, and her answer was nothing like he had expected. "Depends" She did not move away, simply remained where she was, letting the response linger in the air. He knew she was imploring him to ask, and so he did. "On what?"