R.I.P--Regress Into Derangment

[~All I Need]

{ THERE'S A PLACE IN THE DARK WHERE THE ANIMALS GO }
{ YOU CAN TAKE OFF YOUR SKIN IN THE CANNIBAL GLOW }

... I have failed time and time again ...

A watercolor of red hues had been thrown into the sky, illumintating everything with a glow that seemed unreal. The moon and the sun hung suspended over life, their faces showing nothing but a cold emptiness. The light from the watercolor sky didn't help with the unholy blood that lay spilt unnecessarily at a tom's paws. His orange eyes were deranged as he stared at the small she-cat that he killed.

... You always fail to torture them thoroughly ...

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Pushing down the nausea that welled up in his soul, the tom shut his eyes tight and pressed his nose against the slowly chilling bloody chest. One beat... Two beats... Stillness...

... A slow painful death is needed. You have to relish in their agony ...

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The gray tom steeled himself and breathed deeply, inhaling the fumes of blood. I have to clean up my mess... She has to be disposed of without the birds getting her. I have to take care of it myself... The tom opened his once lustrous eyes and stared at his kill. Two pale amber eyes stared at him, the traces of fear in their lifeless sockets. The beginnings of a snarl had fallen cold on her perfect lips. He sighed; was there really any point to all of this nonsense that boiled in his mind? Another innocent life had been slaughtered--

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... Consume your sins and pick every bone clean ...

" I just can't..., " he sobbed to the whispering voice in his head. It had always been there, ever since he killed his whole "clan".

... Yesss, you can. You always have and always will consume catkind like yourself. It is how you chase away the nightmares ...

The tom's whole body stiffened. Not. The nightmares?! Illusions of every fear he had was always there in his sleep. That's why he never slept. That's why he always consumed the blood of others; he fed on adrenaline. Did it work? Who knows. But the tom was an insomniac. Only when did the voice croon him to sleep did he slip into slumber. The nightmares would then assault him.

... You don't want the nightmares, do you, Tombstone? ...

" No, I don't. " But as Tombstone bent down to tear at the exposed muscle on the she-cat's neck, he could feel another cat's prescence. Fur lifting along his shoulders, Tombstone crouched down and stared into the expanding shadows. " Who's there? " he snarled.

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Belle knew she shouldn't have wandered away from home. She knew she shouldn't have taken a 'journey'. Why couldn't I have just stayed at home and enjoyed a nice nap?! she yowled in her head. Ever since she saw the orange-eyed tom cat standing over the body of another cat, she had known he was dangerous but, even knowing that, she had stayed. Stayed to watch, stayed to listen, and now, stayed to die. At least, that's what it felt like. The white she cat cowered in the shadows, fear pulsing through her body, heart beating fast. The minute he had heard him snarl at her, Belle had regretted everything ever since jumping off that fence in front of her house. Thoughts raced through her mind, crazy thoughts like, He's going to eat me! But she couldn't stay here, here where the cat could get her, hurt her, murder her like he had done to the other cat. Belle stared at the glistening blood pooling around the dead creature. Her gaze went to the tom once again, and froze when she saw the anger in his eyes. Her body could not move, would not move. Suddenly, without thinking, her lips moved and words slipped out, speaking her mind. "P...Pl-Plea-Please don't....hu-hurt me...ple-please..."

[~All I Need]

There's a place in the dark where the animals go
You can take off your skin in the cannibal glow

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" P...Pl-Plea-Please don't....hu-hurt me...ple-please...

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After searching the shadows for a few minutes, Tombstone saw the small she-cat smothered in the darkness. Her white pelt stood out like a flower in a field of vegetables. The gray tom's lips drew back, revealing blood-painted fangs as a growl of rage bubbled up from his throat. " Why have you interrupted my feeding, you little vile wretch?! "
Continuing to bare his teeth and snarl, Tombstone padded forward until his deranged eyes were leveled with the kittypet's terrified ones. He unsheathed his claws, braced his emaciated shoulders, and gripped her scruff in between his vile teeth. With a tremendous tug he heaved her into the open.
" Let me tell you something, you filthy, insecure little rat!! " he screamed, spittle flying from his mouth. " You will pay for watching me perform a murder... " Tombstone's voice broke off with a choked sob. His orange eyes clouded up and turned distant. Without another word, he turned away, mumbling nonsense to another part of him that couldn't be seen.[/blockquote][/blockquote]

...This she-cat is of no use to us...

" But I thought you said to kill as many as possible...? " he mumbled, confused.

...Only those that would be missed...

Tombstone c o c k e d his head to the side like a dog listening for a whistle. His jaw went slack and he sat down, the unanimated look plastered to his face. The only sign of movement from him was the slight twitch of a bulging muscle under his neck fur.

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Juliet loves the beat and the lust it commands
Drop the dagger and lather the blood on your hands, Romeo

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[ςrystaℓ]

Belle's terrified thoughts whirled around in her mind, a violent tornado that was out of control. She couldn't focus on anything, she couldn't move and all she could see was the blood on the cat's paws, the blood on the ground and around the dead body. Her fear was unmistakenable; you could smell it all over, and the air was tense. She glanced at the tom, her small frame shaking violently, but there was nothing she could do.

Suddenly, the tom turned away, mumbling something inaudible. Belle's muscles screamed for her to move, but she couldn't. She kept staring, at the blood, then at the tom, and back again. She couldn't run, something stopped her. She felt the need to help this cat, but she was too afraid. In her mind, her thoughts started to slow down, drifting back into place as the tornado passed away. She started to see clearly, her mind no longer creating images of her body ripped in half. Amazingly, she stepped forward, though she was still shaking with fear and nervousness. "Wh...why did i-it do to d-deserve to"--Belle gulped--"T-to...d-d-die...?"

[~All I Need]

TOMBSTONE

The stench of blood was as bitter as bile on Tombstone's tongue. It swirled through all of his senses and left his disorientated and not connected to his body. The fae kittypet's fear was just as powerful as the blood-stench and Tombstone's body convulsed. He never asked for the torture that came after his family's death. They were gone; why were they still in his dreams, haunting him until morning where he woke up screaming an animal cry. In the hours of daylight they supervised his actions and criticized and dictated him.
" Wh...why did i-it do to d-deserve to... T-to...d-d-die...? "
The tom blinked and turned his head slowly to look at Belle, his disease-ridden body shaking. His ribs jutted out at wrong angles, bulging sickeningly under the thin, tattered skin. His once lovely stone colored fur was dull and lay lifeless, pressed like it was ironed to every sharp contour of his body.
Tombstone's rustled like dead leaves as he whispered; " Nobody would have missed her, " His words were detached, lifeless, no emotions. " Would anybody miss you, Fearful One? "
The emaciated cat's lips pulled back to reveal deadly fangs that had ripped the life out of cats countless times.

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[ςrystaℓ]

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"Nobody would have missed her." The tom's voice was flat and emotionless. "Would anybody miss you, Fearful One?"

Instinctively, Belle stepped back. Her heart pounded in her chest, thump, thump, thump. Her fur stood on end, and her collar seemed to tighten around her neck, choking her. She drew in chaky breaths of air, mind racing. What was she to say? If she said yes, he would kill her. If she said no...what then? But she didn't want to run away; the urge to help the murderous, yet confused tom burned inside her. The white she-cat's answer danced upon her tightly pressed lips, fighting to get free. She bit down on her tongue, sharp pain shooting through her. Inside, she was fighting with herself, yes or no?

Suddenly, the words bolted out of her mouth, voice quick and nervous. "Would they?" Belle seemed to ask herself, more than answering the other cat. "A question yet to be answered, I'm afraid. I don't have any family to remember me by, or any love to lose. I have but my housefolk, who would just get another cat for their own entertainment." Her mind searched for more, something else to stall, and, possibly, gain more knowledge of this strange and terrifying cat. Nothing came. She started to panic once more, thoughts of murder filling her head again. But her calm side took over, a wave of soothing feelings coming over her. She felt more confident and she blurted out, "Who are you?"[/size][/blockquote]

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Word Count: 247
Character(s) Used: Belle
© Crystal

[~All I Need]

TOMBSTONE

{ JULIET LOVES THE BEAT AND THE LUST IT COMMANDS }
{ DROP THE DAGGER AND LATHER THE BLOOD ON YOUR HANDS, ROMEO }

" Would they? A question yet to be answered, I'm afraid. I don't have any family to remember me by, or any love to lose. I have but my housefolk, who would just get another cat for their own entertainment.

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Tombstone watched with hooded eyes as the she-cat stepped back, her fear making the air pulse around here. The tom's tensed body relaxed and his lips were released from their snarl, slipping back over his fangs. The gray tom sat down and wrapped his tail around his paws, staring at the white fae. Tombstone's luminous orange eyes were nothing but carcasses that burned with the desire to find a place in this world; every part of him that was poisoned would be pure again if he knew why he was still alive.

Minutes passed as Tombstone continued to stare with empty eyes at Belle, weighing his options. The voices hadn't said anything since he killed the other she-cat, so did that mean that he didn't have to kill this one, too? Sighing inwardly, the tom came to the conclusion that more carnage would be superfluous. " Nobody would miss you. But when somebody would... " the tom broke off and stared at the body at his paws. Unsheathing his deadly claws and with a quick, graceful swipe, he opened the body up so more blood could pour onto the ground. " I will return to rip your life out of you as I did to her. "

" Who are you? "

Tombstone looked up, surprised at the determination and defiance in the white femme's voice. His auburn eyes widened and he looked back down at the body, feeling sick to his stomach at the sight of blood.

" I am the guardian of the dead; deity of the corpses. It has always been said that the grave is the home of the spirit; well, the tombstone is the doorway to that threshold. Tombstone; that is who I am. "

The tom's voice failed out on him and he looked away and to the evening sky, watching some stars start blinking down on the world below. Tombstone narrowed his eyes in fear and cowered, wondering if the ancestors of his victims were planning on his demise up in the heavens. " I never meant to do any of it, " he whispered.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

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Tombstone's words rang in Belle's pricked ears, and fear and nervousness lanced through her once more. Her eyes widened as he continued to speak, "I am the guardian of the dead; deity of the corpses. It has always been said that the grave is the home of the spirit; well, the tombstone is the doorway to that threshold. Tombstone; that is who I am."

Belle stepped back as the large tom cat crouched down, her fur standing on edge. It took her a few seconds to see he wasn't going to pounce on her, and she was shocked to see fear and uncertainty in his orange eyes. Only half of his whispered statement reached her, and what she heard made confusion spread throughout her mind."I never...--ent...it." Never what? wondered Belle, traces of fear following this thought. She watched Tombstone, and took a couple more steps back. Her mind spun with questions, but one hung there in the middle of the violent tornado. It slid out of her mouth, her voice shaking slightly. "Why...why do you kill? For what reason?"

[~All I Need]

{ JULIET LOVES THE BEAT AND THE LUST IT COMMANDS }
{ DROP THE DAGGER AND LATHER THE BLOOD ON YOUR HANDS, ROMEO }

Unfinished

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tag; crystal
muse; it died...
notes; i made a thread for cavernpaw and raventail. It's called "«Bones¤Shatter»"
lyrics; the sharpest lives by my chemical romance

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