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Evil Riddle
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Post by Evil Riddle on Nov 23, 2014 0:08:02 GMT
Charles roamed about, still finding it a bit hard to believe waht he was doing. The letters on his shacking hands had an aura of their own, a sort of presence. The argument of wether or not do what he needed to do, but didn`t want to. He reached into his pocket and removed the photo he had taken from the cop. The dead cop. The one he murdered brutally and in cold blood, possessed by Chaoskimeramon. A good man only trying to do his job and Charles had ended his life on that instant. Was he even worth anything now? He had turned wife into widow and daughter into orphan. Well, half orphan in this case, as her mother was still alive (Charles hoped). There was still blood on his clothes, despite the coloring helping to disguice it a bit. The blood had come from the pool the man left, after being stabbed through the stomach by Nightspellmon. Most people would say they couldn`t even imagine the pain the man had felt with his slow, excruciating death.
But not Charles. Charles had felt worse pain. The pain of not one dying body, but thousands of angry murdered souls, whose desire for revenge managed to overpower Charles`s and Nighspellmon`s combined wills, turning them into nothing more than rabid dogs on humanoid bodies. Charles had completly lost control, much to his regret.
Truly. few could blame Charles more than he blamed himself. The guilt was consuming him, the idea of the horros he did surpassed his fear of what might happen to him next. With all the resolve he could summon, Charles shook his head and shoved the picture back into his pockets.
He looked at the wooden door of the apartment. If he started this, there would be no turning back. Charles looked at the peice of paper in his hand, considering his next action. It would define his fate. It would seal his fate, enforce his own decision upon him. Charles found himself thinking about his (former?) girlfriend, Mana. That girl, she had been a beacon of hope for him...and he did to her the most horrible things, apart from killing her. How could she ever forgive him? It was only natural her partner never wanted him and her to see each other again?
Charles looked at the letterhe wrote to the family of the man he killed in his unwilling madness. If he put it under this door now, it would be done. From that point on, he`d have to leave the human world, his birth world, soon , never to come back. |
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Evil Riddle
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Post by Evil Riddle on Nov 23, 2014 10:27:45 GMT
Charles was desperate. Sweat fell down from his forehead, passing through his entire face before dropping to the ground. His heart was racing, the decision of putting down that letter seeming more difficult than moving a mountain. He'd have to make a decision, and quickly. Almost unable to move, Charles opened the letter, reading it one last time before he had to give it, just to make sure of what was in there.
"Hi.
I'm writing this letter in order to apologize. What I did you can never be forgiven, and I know that nomatter how much I say I'm sorry, it can never help to repair what I did. I'm sure if there is anything that can repair what I did.
The truth is, I murdered your husband. I wish I could say it wasn't true, I wish I could say it was just a big conspiracy against me, but I can't. What I can say is that I didn't want to do it...but I guess that doesn't really count, does it?
He was indeed a good man. I believe that having raised a family and being so loyal to his job, I can't find faults within him. And if what he was dealing with was normal, he'd have lived to tell the tale. But I'm afraid what he tried to contain was far beyond the forces of any human being.
I wish there was something I could do to make it up to you, but there really isn't. I can tell you, that fir reasons I cannot explain, going to prison wouldn't help...too many lives might be lost...and nomatter how much guilt consumes me, I cannot allow myself near people again, not even to be punished. Take contempt in my future misery and in your lovely daughter.
Once again, my apologies."
As he finished, he closed the letter again, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. It was time...
"Hi, hum, that's MY house." A childish voice said. Charles turned, horrified by what he saw. There was a little girl in there, the little girl from the photo. Whose father he just murdered. A tear fell from his eye, from the pity he had towards that girl. He got down and gave her the letter.
"Could you please give this to your mom once she arrives? Please don't read it." Charles asked.
"Ok." The girl said nodding with a smile. This only made Charles more sorry for her, as she was clearly oblivious to what just happened to her. "I can't read anyway. Why are you crying?"
Charles didn't answer. He just stood and left. He had two more letters to deliver. |
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Post by Evil Riddle on Nov 24, 2014 21:16:19 GMT
Charles thanked God that none of the letters would be delivered in the same building. The boy couldn't imagine having to deliver a letter to two of those people right next to each other. The pain would likely be too intense. Even now, he wasn't sure how he'd handle it. The one he was about to deliever was directed at Mana, his girlfriend. Ir maybe she wasn't anymore, after the events that took place in the square? So much for romantic relantionship dreams. They weren't able to manage...no, HE wasn't able to manage giving Mana a single decent date. And to think earlier that day, he was worried about the situation being embarassing!
The elevator door opened, and he stepped out, carefully to avoid being seen in any occasion. He couldn't afford to see or be seen by Mana again. As much as thinking about her was troublesome for him, temptated him to stop what he was doing, charge into her room, and kiss her right there, apologizing. But then again, that only worked in movies. This was real life. HIS real life. It would never work out, they'd both end up even more hurt than how they started. That was what happened when he tried to mend his life.
As he did with the previous letter, Charles took a final look at his letter to Mana before putting it at her door.
"Dear Mana...Honestly, I'm sure if I have the right to call you that anymore. Or anything, as a matter of fact.
You know that I doubt I need to remind you of what happened, that is, till you passed out, but I'm sure Ayaka informed you about everything there was to know...possibly except for me. Mana, we both know that if we ever see each other again, I might loose control. I'm starting to think it was foolish to even start, that I should have kept running instead of stopping in that alley and giving you the chance to offer your help.
I want you to know that nomatter what happens, I'll always I have to go. I have to leave the world, the human world, forever. It's the only way I can make sure that you never no one else gets hurt. Please don't try to find me, even if you as much as the slightest urge to di so, against all measure of worth, something I lost completly.
It was a pleasure knowing you,
Charles."
A rain of tears fell from his eyes, as the boy put the letter beneath Mana's door. He hoped Ayaka would let Mana see the letter, but even if she didn't, Ayaka knew Mana far better than him. She would probably be right to hide the information.
Sobbing, Charles cleared the tears and moved away, devastated. It was time to deliver the final letter. |
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Post by Evil Riddle on Nov 26, 2014 17:55:05 GMT
This was it. The final letter. The last thing he had to do before he set of to leave the human world for good. The memories of the world began to flood in. It was strange how memories always either in the best or in the worst moment possible. In this case, it was the second option. Indeed, happy memories were the last thing he wanted at that point. Maybe sad ones would have helped, but not those. Not his birthdays. Not the times he worked alongside his parents. Not the day his father got a promotion. Not his first days in an actual school. Not his kisses with Mana...
Charles was found himself in tears once more, as he finished the last set of stairs to the floor he wanted to go to. He opened the door into the building, the suffering inside seeming to want to tear him apart. And maybe it did. Right next to him was a door he found familiar. In the bottom of it, was a small hole he had drilled in once. He wasn't sure why, his only clue ening that his nightmares had arledy started at that point. Charles wondered why his parents never wanted it fixed. He wondered if the accident was the reason his faye had been sealed into such a terrible story.
Swallowing, he opened the final letter, and began to read it.
"Hi mom. Hi dad.
I know we haven't seen each in a while, so I hope you're holding up. I wish I could explain why I disappeared, but I'm afraid that'll be impossible. There would be too much to tell, too much to bear. I can only say I'm alright.
Since you have sent the police to look for me, I'm sure they might have charged me with a lot of stuff so far. I am guilty of theft, although I hope you can take that as a proof of good faith when I tell you that nomatter what else they think I did, I didn't.
I have to tell you this, however. I wish we could see each other again, but I'm afraid I can't. I'm going far away, probably never to return. Please, stop looking for me. Declare me dead if you need to. Just make sure no one is looking, it would be a waste of time.
I'll always love you,
Charles"
Charles pushed the letter under the door. It was done.
"Dear, what is this?" Charles mom said from within the room. Charles had to hurry and leave. He began to run down the stairs, as his parents opened the door. His mother came out to the stairs after him, too late to stop him as he was arledy at the bottom as she arrived at the stairs "Charles! Come back!"
Tears fell from his eyes as he run. No, hecouldn't stop. He had to exile himself from this world, forever. For everyone's sake. |
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