Strange Faces, Strange Places.. (Python) {DONE !}
Feb 5, 2012 18:00:32 GMT -5
Post by Python on Feb 5, 2012 18:00:32 GMT -5
Dante Draques
Narration
Speech
Thoughts
Dante was witnessing an unfortunate miracle. The girl’s pathetic noises ceased. Part of him was relieved to hear nothing but silence in the depths of the tranquil forest, but another part of him felt a sense of disappointment. With his axe clenched and his arm raised, his body anticipated the moment she defied him. He would count thirty seconds exactly. If her lips were not sealed by that time, his axe would be brought down. The blade would bury itself into her lovely skull and create spatters of vibrant crimson against the bland colors of the forest. It would stain Dante’s pale flesh and drench his sweatshirt. His dark gaze would wander down and watch the fascinating substance drip from the tip of his blade and the edges of his fingers. A giddy laugh would escape his throat as he yanked the axe out of her bleeding cranium.[/size][/blockquote]
But she had grown silent.
Dante sighed--a mixture of relief and disappointment--and lowered the deadly weapon. The girl was still crumpled upon the forest floor, resting there like a pitiful broken doll. He quirked an eyebrow and faintly wondered if she would bother to stand up. His eyes scanned his empty surroundings; tress, trees, and more trees. Nothing but damn trees in district 7. Dante couldn’t even find a squirrel. Then again, what foolish creature would stick around to watch a sadistic boy with an axe wish for the death of an innocent girl?
A strange thought suddenly came to mind. Here he was, standing the middle of the forest with a strange, mentally disturbed girl, yet the idea of leaving had not crossed his mind. Why on earth was he still here? Couldn’t he run away and leave the girl to her crazy episodes? No. He would not allow himself to leave. A perfect opportunity could potentially arise. How could he resist something so grand? So fortunate? Yet when he stared down at the girl, his axe-wielding arm did not move. He needed a proper reason to kill. Her screaming had posed as a temptation - but it was not enough. Not enough to justify such a beautiful, violent death. He needed something better.
Dante was in the midst of contemplation when he suddenly heard a small voice. The girl was speaking to him. That girl. What the hell was her name? Had she even mentioned it? Does it even matter? She was making accusations. Senseless accusations with no evidence to support. He was the cause of her distress? How? He had contemplated the subject before, but came to the conclusion that she was an overreacting crazy-woman. Emotionally disturbed. Worthy of the loony bin, maybe.
”I triggered this?” He repeated in disbelief. Now she began to mention something about killing. Taking advantage of her weakened state. Yes, it was true that he wanted to kill her, but he would never admit it. ”How the hell did I trigger this? I asked you a simple question and you just started to scream like a maniac.” His volume was elevated from frustration, but had not yet reached the extent of shouting. ”Oh, and for the record, I am not interesting in killing you. I don’t even know where you got that idea. You must be fucking paranoid or something.”