A Look In The Mirror
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Category:
Original - Misc › Science Fiction
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
838
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Prologue; Reflections
A story is usually about love, power, light, justice...good. There is, however, a fine line between love & lust, power & weakness, justice & crime, light & darkness, good...& evil.
Take a look in the mirror, do you see yourself or do you see someone else? I was asked the same question & I saw nothing.
What happens when nothing is added to the equation? Does nothing happen to where you keep walking or does nothing to where your world becomes just that? Nothing.
They say that starring Death in the face is the hardest thing you'll ever do. Try starring into a mirror, & the reflection is not you.
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I used to live a normal life. I had a home, good friends, enemies, a steady girlfriend, a car that was mine. Yeah, I had it made.
The apartment that I was staying in was cheap too, not to mention the good neighbors and low noise level.
Tomorrow was to be my 20th birthday. What a night it was though, my friends threw a crazy party for me...even hired a stripper. Man was I embarassed when Rose walked into the apartment.
Cute, understanding, smart...a great girl all around. After everyone but Rose left...things settled down, noise wise anyway. The moon was full, the traffic noise was little to none, the sky was cloudless; all I needed to do was add a little music and the mood was perfect. We made love that night, it was going to be the last clear decission I would ever make.
The very next morning I woke up and looked next to me, she was still there, beautiful as ever. I got up and went to the bathroom to wash my face. After that I just stood there, my own brown eyes starred back at my face which was partially bocked by my long raven black hair. I smiled at myself and said, "Happy Birthday to me."
I blinked and saw a twisted version of myself, flashing it's fangs in a smile at me. It spoke on it's own and i could hear it, "Riatlo deedni Yadhtrib Yppah."
I panicked and ran out of the bathroom, heading for the outside. The next thing I see...is something I wish had never happened. A huge explosion engulfed the entire building. Everything seem to stop right there, 'What the Hell is going on?'
An evil dark voice spoke to me just then, "Gnihtyvreve dah ecno uoy. Gnihton evah uoy won!"
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Nothing...that's a funny word. It means to have no items of value. For me, it's my enemy. It took everything from me...my life, my friends, my home...my love. Strange, I never thought about any of that until now. I'm done with the only part of the story that I know. I'll let somebody else tell you the story.
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A column of flame and smoke rose high into the cloudless sky. The smell of fire & smoke, burning wood & glass & flesh filled the air. The apartment complex split apart violently into many small missile like pieces of glass & wood, some of which sliced & embedded themselves into the raven haired man. Unlucky bystanders were carved up by the shards, blood filling the streets and side walks.
Cars were also the victims of the explosion, only spreading the death and chaos. They ran over bystanders and crashed into each other. Explosions only added to the noise and smell of death and chaos.
It was all over the news for the next week. Reports say it was a terrorist attack, and only one person was alive after the ordeal. His name was...
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"Oltair Angel. Age nineteen, six foot two inches and weighing two hundred and ten pounds. You sure are one lucky man. I pity your girlfriend though...she was very unfortunate. You were the logical decision," spoke one of the white clad doctors of the hospital. "All you needed was minor surgery."
The evil voice spoke inside Oltair's mind, "Ti rof yap mih tel dna mih llik won...eid reh tel eh!"
Oltair jumped up instantly and pushed the doctor to the wall, "You DIDN'T SAVE ROSE!? She is my love! SHE BECOMES FOR ME!!! TAKE HER PLACE IN DEATH NOW!!" Oltair then began to smash the back of the doctor's head against the wall, his hand blocking all sound from escaping his mouth.
Over and over again he continued the painful senseless act. The skull got ever weaker from the trauma until the back of his head exploded from it. Blood and brains oozed down the wall as well as exploding from his mouth. Oltair let him fall to the floor.
A scream echoed out and Oltair looked to see a nurse running away. Oltair ran down the hallway and bounded down the stairs until he entered the outside world. Already they were fleeing from him, blood all over his hands and upper body.
"Edih ot ecalp a dnif...Riatlo Nur!" Spoke the dark voice inside his mind.
Oltair did just that...and for the next few days...a path of senseless slaughter was carved into his life.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
What exactly was going on? I don't know. All I knew was that I needed to get out of there...and for some reason I needed to kill. Man...what the fuck did I do to deserve such a cruel fate?
Take a look in the mirror, do you see yourself or do you see someone else? I was asked the same question & I saw nothing.
What happens when nothing is added to the equation? Does nothing happen to where you keep walking or does nothing to where your world becomes just that? Nothing.
They say that starring Death in the face is the hardest thing you'll ever do. Try starring into a mirror, & the reflection is not you.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I used to live a normal life. I had a home, good friends, enemies, a steady girlfriend, a car that was mine. Yeah, I had it made.
The apartment that I was staying in was cheap too, not to mention the good neighbors and low noise level.
Tomorrow was to be my 20th birthday. What a night it was though, my friends threw a crazy party for me...even hired a stripper. Man was I embarassed when Rose walked into the apartment.
Cute, understanding, smart...a great girl all around. After everyone but Rose left...things settled down, noise wise anyway. The moon was full, the traffic noise was little to none, the sky was cloudless; all I needed to do was add a little music and the mood was perfect. We made love that night, it was going to be the last clear decission I would ever make.
The very next morning I woke up and looked next to me, she was still there, beautiful as ever. I got up and went to the bathroom to wash my face. After that I just stood there, my own brown eyes starred back at my face which was partially bocked by my long raven black hair. I smiled at myself and said, "Happy Birthday to me."
I blinked and saw a twisted version of myself, flashing it's fangs in a smile at me. It spoke on it's own and i could hear it, "Riatlo deedni Yadhtrib Yppah."
I panicked and ran out of the bathroom, heading for the outside. The next thing I see...is something I wish had never happened. A huge explosion engulfed the entire building. Everything seem to stop right there, 'What the Hell is going on?'
An evil dark voice spoke to me just then, "Gnihtyvreve dah ecno uoy. Gnihton evah uoy won!"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Nothing...that's a funny word. It means to have no items of value. For me, it's my enemy. It took everything from me...my life, my friends, my home...my love. Strange, I never thought about any of that until now. I'm done with the only part of the story that I know. I'll let somebody else tell you the story.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A column of flame and smoke rose high into the cloudless sky. The smell of fire & smoke, burning wood & glass & flesh filled the air. The apartment complex split apart violently into many small missile like pieces of glass & wood, some of which sliced & embedded themselves into the raven haired man. Unlucky bystanders were carved up by the shards, blood filling the streets and side walks.
Cars were also the victims of the explosion, only spreading the death and chaos. They ran over bystanders and crashed into each other. Explosions only added to the noise and smell of death and chaos.
It was all over the news for the next week. Reports say it was a terrorist attack, and only one person was alive after the ordeal. His name was...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Oltair Angel. Age nineteen, six foot two inches and weighing two hundred and ten pounds. You sure are one lucky man. I pity your girlfriend though...she was very unfortunate. You were the logical decision," spoke one of the white clad doctors of the hospital. "All you needed was minor surgery."
The evil voice spoke inside Oltair's mind, "Ti rof yap mih tel dna mih llik won...eid reh tel eh!"
Oltair jumped up instantly and pushed the doctor to the wall, "You DIDN'T SAVE ROSE!? She is my love! SHE BECOMES FOR ME!!! TAKE HER PLACE IN DEATH NOW!!" Oltair then began to smash the back of the doctor's head against the wall, his hand blocking all sound from escaping his mouth.
Over and over again he continued the painful senseless act. The skull got ever weaker from the trauma until the back of his head exploded from it. Blood and brains oozed down the wall as well as exploding from his mouth. Oltair let him fall to the floor.
A scream echoed out and Oltair looked to see a nurse running away. Oltair ran down the hallway and bounded down the stairs until he entered the outside world. Already they were fleeing from him, blood all over his hands and upper body.
"Edih ot ecalp a dnif...Riatlo Nur!" Spoke the dark voice inside his mind.
Oltair did just that...and for the next few days...a path of senseless slaughter was carved into his life.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
What exactly was going on? I don't know. All I knew was that I needed to get out of there...and for some reason I needed to kill. Man...what the fuck did I do to deserve such a cruel fate?