The Thespian
The sun started setting as The Artist walked the cobblestone streets, attempting to escape his own delusions.
Drowning in self-pity, he imagines Annabel's face anywhere he turns. He glances up at the darkening sky. With a short-lived desire for revenge pushing The Artist on, he wipes away the thoughts of Annabel and attempts to resume his chase.
"What is it that I am chasing?" The Artist thinks. "Am I really chasing anything at all? Or am I simply drowning myself in revenge to avoid the horrifying truth?"
Gerard had lost the only thing that ever made him feel truly alive.
He wandered the abandond streets as dusk brushed the coblestones. The Artist following his visions of Annabel through the village, once again thrown off from his futile search.
"Annabel?" The Artist called. She just skipped off. The Artist ran after her, unable to face losing her again. "She's alive," he whispered, "she's alive!" He watched her take a familiar turn and knew exactly where she was going and took a shortcut of his own.
The Artist took the short path to the house they shared together and ran up to the house. He stopped abruplty as he noticed a man sitting on his front steps. Upon observing The Artist approach, the man stood up and dusted himself off.
"May I help you?" The Artist questioned.
"I hear you're known as The Artist?" the nameless man questioned.
"Yes. How may I help you?" he asked, starting to get displeased.
"Pardon my manners," the man continued, ignoring The Artists statements once again. "I'm known as The Thespian. I'm the one who killed Annabel."
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The Insanity of The Artist (Alesana/MCR)
FanfictionI am here to tell you a story. A story that will torture your thoughts by day and poison your dreams by night. And though I will do my best there are no words that can be written, nor brush strokes laid on canvas that can describe the stark and utt...
