The Realizations Of A Psychopath

[A Bunch of Mimics (Knyghtfalcon) 88]

Shi Had woken up, and marched off to find his friend. A letter arrived, telling of her fate... Her sad final note to those who she considered friends. She was giving up, and willing to let them claim her...

 

A long, agonizing four hours of dragging himself through the freezing snow, he finally found her. He dove onto her, hugging her tightly and asking about her well being, if she was okay. Only to his surprise, she immediately attacked him, and he was left stunned and shaking on the ground. They had come for her. HIs friend, a large Kha, assisted him all he could. They attempted to remove the ones who had come, but to no avail. His last chance, he killed her before they could take her. In response... He was cursed, and left... Forgotten. Left with his thoughts, left with the... Voices... Buried deep inside his mind. Whispering to him, beating him down and skewing his thoughts...

 

He sat there, staring to the sky, alone in the frozen snow far away from others who might disturb him. They whispered... They spoke to him... They told him what he was worth... Nothing... No matter how hard he would try, throughout his whole agonizing life, he would always fail. No matter what he would do, nothing would matter. His friends, slowly leaving him, leaving him with nothing. People he cared about, whether he meant something to them was unknown, but he cared about them enough. Enough to sacrifice his own life every chance he could, to ensure their happiness and survival. All for nothing... He would never mean anything, and after his failure today... He realized... He was worthless...

 

They told him things, horrid things about his own self, things he knew deep down were true. He was a monster. Did he really deserve the friends he sought to serve and protect? Was he deserving of the countless betrayals which followed him, those who abandoned him and left him to die. He whimpered softly into the snow as his mind raced. The voices raged in his mind, even though merely his own head's corrupted and twisted thoughts and screams, it felt like he was being assaulted by the very voices of those he'd killed. The thousands he had slaughtered beforehand... Elven, Dwarven, Human... Men, Women, Children... He thought to himself, that he truly did deserve this.

 

His family, long dead, seemed to return to him. Images and voices of them, all angry and upset. Angry with him. Calling him names, screaming at him for the failure he had become. The image of his dead wife, and all those he loved giving sad and disapproving shakes of their head. The torrent of emotions almost too much for him to bear. He begins to drag himself, the screams of his own corrupted mind tormenting him to no end... There was only one way, one way in his mind he could see, to make them stop. He dragged himself to the edge of the cliff they were on, looking down over the edge. He thought back on his life, everyone he had known.

 

Those he had trusted, those he had fought for, those he had died for. Everyone he had ever met, whether they were kind or rude, whether they stayed true to him or betrayed him in the end. Thoughts came to him, of his family he had left, and the friends he still knew and loved. He still had /something/, and he wasn't about to leave them. Shoving the torrent of sounds aside, finding a light in the darkness, he dragged himself to his feet. He still had something, and it took him to this point to realize. He still had his friends, his family, people who still cared regardless of what he was. Regardless of what he was, what he had been, and what he would become.

 

From that moment, he realized something. He had things worth fighting for, and he wasn't going to let his own problems get in the way of that. So he stood, and he took his promises and vows in front of no one but his own self. He smiles, trudging his way through the snow back to civilization. He made a change, a decision to be better... And he was intending to stick to it. And thus, Shi cast away his old ways of insanity and murder, and began to work towards bettering himself.

 

((Had a major character change, fun RP with the wraiths, and a general good time. Felt like making an RP post detailing his events after everyone else had left, when I was sitting there alone in the snow.))

[Lark 2227]

(( 100/10 Would go crazy again. Very good read.))

[A Bunch of Mimics (Knyghtfalcon) 88]

((Thank you very much!))

[Birdwhisperer 1174]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.