Post by Blackdawn on Apr 17, 2005 16:57:27 GMT -5
I can be so cruel sometimes. To hell with men, let them rot in hell! Just kidding guys.
This is rated PG-13 for Adult Content.
Note: I own this story, it is mine.
The Task
~~~
I have walked upon this blackened world for many centuries now, wondering from mirror to mirror, looking upon the lives I will never have.
I hide in the shadows waiting, waiting for the ones that have locked me in this damned world. This heavy burden which lays upon my chest I will never be rid of unless those who did this are dead. I will be the cause of their deaths and I will be freed.
I will have my revenge!
~~~
Marcus shot out of his bed in a scream breathing heavily. His short black hair a matted mess and stuck to his scalp reeking of sweat as was the stench covering his body, beads of it dripped down his face and neck. He clenched his teeth and shut his eyes wrapping his hands around his head in a moan. His head was pounding, and knew why it was.
"Surrender yourself," A wispy voice said inside his head.
"No!" He cried, trying to fight back the cold hand running up his spine heading to his skull, "Please," he begged, "Stop it."
The uneasy feeling had made its way to the nape of his neck and began forcing itself in.
Marcus screamed aloud a high pitch scream as the base of his brain began to burn.
"This will not hurt as so if you will obey me. Surrender yourself my servant." His master said.
Tears began rolling down his white cheeks as he surrendered his mind to his master. His hands began shaking of fear as the feeling of his master's cold hand spreading across his brain. He was crying. Feeling his master read through his mind like the pages of book then felt him stop. His gut tightened knowing where he stopped at and waited.
"Marcus," The voice said, piercing through his head like a hot knife making his body jolt. "You fool. Was this petty woman worth it?" The voice asked.
Marcus looked to his full sized mirror screwed to the closet door just to his left. Instead of his reflection looking back at him, it was something else, a black wispy cloud of smoke with two red eyes burning into his soul. "I . . . I love her."
"And to show your petty woman love you betray me?" It asked angrily.
Marcus turned his head away shaking it in disagreement, "No. I would never betray you master."
"Then why does this woman know of me?"
He still shook his head knowing his master was forcing him to say it, "Because . . ." he sobbed, "I betrayed you."
"Exactly," It said.
Marcus became surprised when no pain had befallen him, sure he would have been punished in pain by telling Melissa about his master. Looking to the mirror and was about to ask why he wasn't being punished right then but his master quickly answered. "You will be severely punished, my servant." It hissed, "But in a different way this time."
The tears began rolling down his face hoping, praying his master wouldn't tell him to kill her.
It starred at him and said, "Your punishment my servant. Solely will be to kill her."
He started crying again, now trying to sway his master from the order, "B-But she didn't believe me. She thought I was only joking with her."
Its red eyes flared, wrapping an invisible hand around Marcus's spinal cord and squeezed.
Marcus screamed of the sudden pain through tightly shut eyes and fell back to the bed.
"It does not matter, servant, whether a person believes or not but that you are not suppose to tell anyone of my existence" It bellowed deep within the depths of his brain tightening it's grip ever so tighter.
Screaming even louder, the pain so great he had urinated on himself and the bed.
"Kill her. Kill the one you love slave. Do you understand?"
Through the pain in a gasp he complied, "Yes!"
The hand released its grip.
He breathed in and coughing at the same time.
"Now," It said, "To business. What did you find on your lead?"
Marcus slowly sat upwards. "Nothing," He said in a gasp looking to the mirror, "It lead to another dead end."
His master growled.
"What am I to do now master?"
It thought for a quick moment then said, "There is a woman living in Boston. I believe she is a decedent of the three. Go to a club named "The Rally" at nightfall, look for her, she will be marked."
"I must kill her?" He asked.
"Yes my servant. She must die."
Marcus became disgusted. Another person he had to kill. He had become a ritualistic assassin since becoming a dark servant.
"What is wrong servant?"
He stayed silent, trying to find the right words to ask his master why he had to kill her.
"You do not wish to kill her?" It said.
Nodding his head, yes.
"Very well then if you do not wish to kill her then ravage her body. Make her impure."
Marcus starred blankly at his master. He wanted him to rape her? This was the first his master has ever given him such a task. "You want me to rape her?"
"Yes, doing this will allow me to bring her soul into my black abyss and kill her." The master looking to Marcus seeing he was confused. "My servant, is it so hard to ravage another on my request? You have done this many times before on your own."
"But . . . you want me to rape her. I have never raped another woman before. It is very different then just having sex with them."
"All you must do is bring forth your desires."
Just then his blood began to run hot through his body in arousal making him lay down and close his eyes in pleasurable moans as alluring images came into his mind. They stopped. Marcus opened his eyes somewhat surprised that his master was strong enough to hold total control over that.
"Rest my servant, you will need all your strength."
The cold hand inside his head faded away as the image in the mirror disappeared leaving him alone in his lonely dark room. Now cursing when he finally noticed he had pissed on himself and got up to change.
Minutes later, after a quick warm shower, he had pulled the sheets off the bed and threw them into the bathroom, cleaned the spot throughly with carpet cleaner, then walked into his small messy living room and fell asleep on the couch.
This is rated PG-13 for Adult Content.
Note: I own this story, it is mine.
The Task
~~~
I have walked upon this blackened world for many centuries now, wondering from mirror to mirror, looking upon the lives I will never have.
I hide in the shadows waiting, waiting for the ones that have locked me in this damned world. This heavy burden which lays upon my chest I will never be rid of unless those who did this are dead. I will be the cause of their deaths and I will be freed.
I will have my revenge!
~~~
Marcus shot out of his bed in a scream breathing heavily. His short black hair a matted mess and stuck to his scalp reeking of sweat as was the stench covering his body, beads of it dripped down his face and neck. He clenched his teeth and shut his eyes wrapping his hands around his head in a moan. His head was pounding, and knew why it was.
"Surrender yourself," A wispy voice said inside his head.
"No!" He cried, trying to fight back the cold hand running up his spine heading to his skull, "Please," he begged, "Stop it."
The uneasy feeling had made its way to the nape of his neck and began forcing itself in.
Marcus screamed aloud a high pitch scream as the base of his brain began to burn.
"This will not hurt as so if you will obey me. Surrender yourself my servant." His master said.
Tears began rolling down his white cheeks as he surrendered his mind to his master. His hands began shaking of fear as the feeling of his master's cold hand spreading across his brain. He was crying. Feeling his master read through his mind like the pages of book then felt him stop. His gut tightened knowing where he stopped at and waited.
"Marcus," The voice said, piercing through his head like a hot knife making his body jolt. "You fool. Was this petty woman worth it?" The voice asked.
Marcus looked to his full sized mirror screwed to the closet door just to his left. Instead of his reflection looking back at him, it was something else, a black wispy cloud of smoke with two red eyes burning into his soul. "I . . . I love her."
"And to show your petty woman love you betray me?" It asked angrily.
Marcus turned his head away shaking it in disagreement, "No. I would never betray you master."
"Then why does this woman know of me?"
He still shook his head knowing his master was forcing him to say it, "Because . . ." he sobbed, "I betrayed you."
"Exactly," It said.
Marcus became surprised when no pain had befallen him, sure he would have been punished in pain by telling Melissa about his master. Looking to the mirror and was about to ask why he wasn't being punished right then but his master quickly answered. "You will be severely punished, my servant." It hissed, "But in a different way this time."
The tears began rolling down his face hoping, praying his master wouldn't tell him to kill her.
It starred at him and said, "Your punishment my servant. Solely will be to kill her."
He started crying again, now trying to sway his master from the order, "B-But she didn't believe me. She thought I was only joking with her."
Its red eyes flared, wrapping an invisible hand around Marcus's spinal cord and squeezed.
Marcus screamed of the sudden pain through tightly shut eyes and fell back to the bed.
"It does not matter, servant, whether a person believes or not but that you are not suppose to tell anyone of my existence" It bellowed deep within the depths of his brain tightening it's grip ever so tighter.
Screaming even louder, the pain so great he had urinated on himself and the bed.
"Kill her. Kill the one you love slave. Do you understand?"
Through the pain in a gasp he complied, "Yes!"
The hand released its grip.
He breathed in and coughing at the same time.
"Now," It said, "To business. What did you find on your lead?"
Marcus slowly sat upwards. "Nothing," He said in a gasp looking to the mirror, "It lead to another dead end."
His master growled.
"What am I to do now master?"
It thought for a quick moment then said, "There is a woman living in Boston. I believe she is a decedent of the three. Go to a club named "The Rally" at nightfall, look for her, she will be marked."
"I must kill her?" He asked.
"Yes my servant. She must die."
Marcus became disgusted. Another person he had to kill. He had become a ritualistic assassin since becoming a dark servant.
"What is wrong servant?"
He stayed silent, trying to find the right words to ask his master why he had to kill her.
"You do not wish to kill her?" It said.
Nodding his head, yes.
"Very well then if you do not wish to kill her then ravage her body. Make her impure."
Marcus starred blankly at his master. He wanted him to rape her? This was the first his master has ever given him such a task. "You want me to rape her?"
"Yes, doing this will allow me to bring her soul into my black abyss and kill her." The master looking to Marcus seeing he was confused. "My servant, is it so hard to ravage another on my request? You have done this many times before on your own."
"But . . . you want me to rape her. I have never raped another woman before. It is very different then just having sex with them."
"All you must do is bring forth your desires."
Just then his blood began to run hot through his body in arousal making him lay down and close his eyes in pleasurable moans as alluring images came into his mind. They stopped. Marcus opened his eyes somewhat surprised that his master was strong enough to hold total control over that.
"Rest my servant, you will need all your strength."
The cold hand inside his head faded away as the image in the mirror disappeared leaving him alone in his lonely dark room. Now cursing when he finally noticed he had pissed on himself and got up to change.
Minutes later, after a quick warm shower, he had pulled the sheets off the bed and threw them into the bathroom, cleaned the spot throughly with carpet cleaner, then walked into his small messy living room and fell asleep on the couch.
