Linewalkers

0 | Irony and Tyranny

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Life is death. 

Every breath should collapse the lungs and slice throats into ribbons. In every word, there should be a barb, in every affection there should be a lie. Through the eyes, there should be a bitter vision instead of the sweetest fantasy. By every soul, there should be suffering and scars to decorate the bloody canvas. In all hearts, there is hate. In every day, there is gruesome death in the soul. 

Every day, life becomes the assassin and it preys upon all. It chases the divine scent of a soul, it bleeds the strength from bodies, and it tosses the corpse aside. Death will forever be the reaper, its shadows enticing and promising, but no one ever mentions that death cannot save. 

A sweeping, morbid cloud that shadows the mind, death is thought to take away the pain of life. It suffocates the soul and depresses the heart. Black blood seeping through the cracks, once the pool is dabbled within it is rarely escaped. It drowns its habitants and ravishes upon their bones once life is meaningless. Chalk white, bones chip and splinter under the pressure. 

They always say that dark is just the absence of light, but those words are lied, cunningly so. There is always something else that lives in the dark and it waits to prey upon the weak, as a demon would a child. Razor fangs, blood thirst is their only satisfaction, and most would identify the ravenous beast as life. Obviously, not the villain one would expect. 

Life is but a suspense between when the first breath is taken, and the last escapes. Life has been repeated decades before, until the beginning of time, and death always wins the bet in the end. Life is not a friend, it does not provide comfort, it gives a chance to die.

There is no escape from the inevitable, every body will fall, but there is always the satisfaction of who wins the bet. Life or death? Though, there may not actually be a difference between life and death. Just because someone breathes and their heart beats does not mean they are alive. Life and death can exist in the same body, inhabit the same mind, and insanity will make its home. 

A battle that tears from the soft tissue inside a body and demolishes the skin on the outside. Sometimes fire may scorch the grounds and ice will shatter the surface. Inexplainable pain is a direct course and its not always spoken nor seen. Hearts are capable of physically cracking and souls are capable of being lost. Tongues are capable of breaking bones and love is capable of killing. 

The mind is too capable and it can be an ally or an enemy. As it can only be described, a boiling pot of water that bubbles madly while someone cackles from above. A silent agony that screams every thought and controls the body. A hurricane of sticks and stones, blood and tears something that will take the color of the world away and bleed grey into everything it touches. A danger it is, chaos and destruction, but nobody realizes. 

Except her. 

She knew, and as tears scraped down her blood colored cheeks, she felt nothing. Red clung in her vision, fiery and hot, yet her hands quivered from something she had yet to feel. Breath was lost with every inhale and slowly, her chest rose to fall faster. Numbness spread from her fingertips to her very soul and time froze to torture her. 

Beneath her feet lay a lifeless body, eyes glued open and mangled skin oozing more red. It was everywhere. Somehow, she didn't believe that this was her doing, how could such a girl like herself become a monster in so little time? 

A fire burned her chest and she resented that thought. No, she wasn't the monster. She wasn't the one who had manipulated and tortured people. She wasn't the mastermind behind the destruction of this world. She didn't make the rules nor did she have an uncontrollable greed that served death to innocent people. 

He was. 

She couldn't stop the tears that streamed down her face. She felt as though she was suspended in time, it was too surreal. Months ago, she wouldn't have never imagined that she was the one to end it all. Maybe she should have waited for her team, maybe she should have let him escape. 

Thoughts spun in her mind and she felt dizzy. Her world titled, her vision blurred, and then she found herself kneeling in the warmth of blood. In the middle of the abandoned street, she remained unable to move. The shadow of the old mansion taunted her, fresh memories searing before her eyes. She flinched, she hated who she'd become. 

She had already lost so much, she knew she couldn't lose herself, but she feared it was too late. She had deliberately placed herself in this situation, begged her way to get revenge, and yet this revenge was a bitter knife that she had to live within her heart now. The lies that she had told herself to keep going were for nothing but to brew her hatred, to blind her. 

It was a sick and corrupt way of life and she unknowingly submitted her mind to its poison. She already knew the consequences for her actions, she would not only pay to the people of this world, but she would suffer herself when the darkness invaded her mind. She had welcomed it and she knew that it would be impossible to get rid of.

Yet, everything she had done was for a reason, it was all fueled by one purpose. Her best friend. He brutally murdered her best friend, so she took his life in return. It was supposed to be fair now but her subconscious was not fooled. She choked, eyes closing in despair. No sense of time was apparent and she wished that it would suddenly begin rewinding. 

Eventually, she heard the noise of vehicles arriving. Tires screeched, light illuminated her eyelids, and the sound of doors slamming made her flinch but she didn't open her eyes. There was silence, tense and bitter, and she found it ironic because only ten minutes ago it had been the same silence that encouraged her to leave her position of waiting. She wondered if there was another way, maybe she should have just stayed in her own world. 

That way, she would just be a heartbroken girl. A girl who cried for the loss of her best friend, a girl who lived with very odd cat, a girl who didn't exist in two worlds - and the only line that she walked everyday was for ballet. 

No, she was the girl in the street. Illuminated by car headlights, the girl kneeling in the blood of her enemy. Fingers dripping crimson and chest fluttering rapidly. She was the girl that had just committed her first murder with her bare hands, and in the eyes of people she had once called friends, she was a monster. 

Oh, how the lines have become severely blurred. 

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*giggles* 

That got pretty damn dark and intense...might've gotten carried away..but can't say I didn't warn you about the content.

I know its probably really confusing right now, but by the end of this book I promise it will make sense. Pay close attention to detail, if you've read my work before you know my ways ;) 

Note: this has been rewritten from the original release