Reaper Chronicles: Reformed

Chapter Two - The Portraits

A/N: I am stumped yet happy. This story literally got more than twice the reads that my other story "TRP" has and TRP's been up much longer... WOW!

I forgot to mention this earlier... I am dedicating this story to inu_mike. If it wasn't for her story "Sweet Like Rain" (even though it's down at the moment... :'( ) and my sort of new found fetish (sadly) for werewolf, vampire, witches, hybrids, and all that shit - basically anything supernatural- related stories, I never would have been inspired to write Reformed. Gotta love inu_mike's stories.

Me lurv comments, so please drop a few if you want. The more comments I get, the faster I will work. I don't care if the comments are negative, that just means I need more room for improvement.

I'm honestly procrastinating for school stuff right now...

I'm really sorry for taking so long to update... Enjoy!!

- AkinomaHNU

#IHATEA/N'sANDPROCRASTINATINGBUTI'MAHYPOCRITE.

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Chapter Two - The Portraits

Laela

Emotions. They're a curse. A curse that can bring both pain and joy. I commend Atlas for literally carrying all the weight of the world over his shoulders for all of eternity, despite it being a punnishment, but I believe that the ability to hide or show these emotions is heavier and harder than being condemned to face the same fate as he.

The reason is simple: Hide your emotions - suppress or disregard them: You will be unable to show your true self to those you love and cause great pain for your self and those who love you. Show your emotions where your heart would be on a pedestal where anyone can exploit them. You will cause pain to those you love and ultimately cause pain to your self. Most of all, it's because experiencing emotion is torturous in itself and has no cure. It is what lets us experience the intense pain that not only consumes the mind but also transpires to the physical realm.

The expression of having the feeling of your ribs crushing your lungs then having your heart wrenched out of its place then cut up, stabbed repeatedly and twisted, just for good measure, due to sheer emotional pain isn't so far fetched.

Then again, without these emotions we would never be able to enjoy beauty. Emotion is what makes us human. Emotion is what gives us life. Emotion is what lets us express ourselves. Emotion is what lets us look at everything around us. And most importantly, emotion is what makes us experience the beauty that is happiness - no matter how short or long it may be.

Emotion is a curse. A bewitching yet beautiful and entrancing, curse that we can't help but hate and want. And, honestly, with the way I am, I don't understand what it means to have emotion outside of fear, pain, wonder, and nothingness. I long for the day I experience emotion as much as I dread it.

All day I've been here, in the Sketch-Art clubroom, drawing. When I draw, my mind goes blank, all my worries, my emotions, my pains, my haunting memories, everything, they all disappear. The only things left in my mind are my pencil and my sketchbook. In fact, most of my best works are made when I'm completely zoned out.

Lately, I've been drawing this person. I don't know who she is, but whoever this person is has been invading all my thoughts, my dreams, my whole subconscious mind - aside from my supposed father, that is.

I don't know how many of my sketchbooks - three? Four? Maybe more - are filled with drawings of this person. Each sketch, each drawing, even a couple of my paintings has this person. Sometimes it's just her, sometimes a beautiful, giant, greyish white wolf whose fur matches her hair colour and has the same red eyes. Other times with other people, weather amongst a circle of friends or in battle. No matter what, she is always present; though, only this person and the wolf are the only ones drawn vividly, all the rest were blurry lines and figures.