I just want to point out that this IS my very first story so it may not be that well made. There will be bigger and better stories in the future but for now this is all I got.
Oh yeah and check lindsey-125 story called 'Mated Into Love,' its hilarious so far!
Anyways… enjoy... if you dare
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Darkness inveloped every part of the small room secured with chilled metal. A single window to the left warmed Silas's cold flesh, now damp and slimy like a snakes grimy scales. His ears perked at the sound of clashing metal and he turned to sniff the upcoming food.
A small metallic tray comparted of many areas to place all the main food groups was pushed under the slot in the six-inch thick steel door. Mashed potatoes and canned vegetables wafed through the air, permitting the room in a more homey aroma.
Frozen memories dethawed in the tar lake of his contious mind, playing against his wishes. The trigger of his flashback setting plainly in front of him, mocking him with every breath he took:
A beautiful blonde, hair down to her thin waist, smiled up at him. Cristal blue hazel eyes sparkled a cut pale diamond against a suns orange glow. She never spoke to him anymore; only grinned like a
3-D photograph, hair waving in the still wind telling Silas they were on two very different planes of existence. Or era's at least. Her shinning past, his dark present without her beside him.
An invisible sun kissed her face when she turned it northward, closing her eyes to let its heat soak into her pale skin. So flawless it's irredesent, hard to look at, hit-by-a-Mac-truck beauty only she possessed.
Lillian: the only thing in the pitch black physical darkness he was now doomed to dwel in. Smiling like it was just any other picnic in the dewy park occupying my tainted mind laced with unfeeling emotion that she wormed her way into.
Stupid woman.
Hot wet liquid ran down his face at the thought, 'Am I... bleeding?' Whipping the astranged substance from his cheek he inhaled the salty sent of Briney ocean. 'Tears?'
"I'm crying like a bitch," he said incredulously, running the liquified emotion across his fingertips, trying to savor the curiosity of the new feeling. A twinkling laugh chimed beside him, she looked at him now square in the face. Turquoise eyes clouding with sad tears as she sniffled. He looked at her with worry, wanting to fix everything to before they had met so he wouldn't be the one to cause her this much pain. when he hadn't made those retched drops fall from her beautiful eyes, how he hated the look she's giving him.
"I'm sorry," he says reflexively. He has made her cry on countless occasions before - happy tears, pained tears. Intentional or inententional. Never sad tears though, he knew well enough to never cause her any emotional termoil. But now that he had he didn't know what to do so he just sat there, long legs crossed elegantly reacting to his straightened back.
She laughed harder. A windy, shuttering croak raking her body every breath she took. He went to reach for her. Closing the darkness that had materialized between them, when she disappeared into a pastel colored cloud of scentless smoke.
Leaving him to battle the darkness alone...
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He still hadn't touched the food on the tray in front of his crossed legs, steam no longer emitting from the tiny mountain of food perfectly set in each compartment. Suddenly he didn't feel quite as hungry as before. Like he felt every time his mind flew from him to thoughts of her. Sometimes he could barely recover before she popped back into his dull little world again.
But how he lived for those visits from her, it killed him, but he knew he'd surly die without them. In the past all she would do was stair at him with those eyes, so pale and deep. Almost real.
Right then and there he made up his mind. He was leaving. TONIGHT.
Outside the lock rattled then buzzed when the keycard swipped, the huge steel door screaming in protest as it continues to scrap along the gray steel floor. Its henge's popping with the imence weight of it all.
Silas's ears twitch up without turning his back from the door, only adding to the sour stench of fear tingling in his new aquantances stomach, burning his nose like bleach. Smiling, his eyes flick over to the direction of the footsteps, counting the seconds it takes for each of the strangers footsteps to meet the ebony floor to where he sits. Motionless.
"H-hello Silas, it's time for your forty-five minute break," the poor kid said as he fought for an even voice in the beginning. His words come out distant and far away when they reach Silas's ears. His head feels submerged in cold water, both suffocating and full of unwanted pressure.
"Perfect." He said more to himself than the boy. The silence in the became louder in Silas's muffled ears before all went quiet. Red pierced his vision more than the bright lights coming from the white walls of the halls that became visible to him from the world outside this dark room.
Then everything turned a velvety black he had grown fond of... life held no purpose to him in this fake reality.
Author-chanNote:
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Hey guys, *waves* hope you like my story! Tried really hard on it so comment if I "accidentally screwed something up… again, or just vote\comment if you liked it. The picture of that tree was supposed to be an addition to the flashback Silas had of his wife. I will tell you guys what happened to her in the later chapters I publish.
I didn't make a sceduel for this book 'cause I wanna be spontainious and lazy. Farewell for now!
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