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Mental
Dec 13, 2008 9:48:26 GMT -5
Post by Wednesday on Dec 13, 2008 9:48:26 GMT -5
Coming soon!
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Mental
Jan 26, 2009 22:43:46 GMT -5
Post by Wednesday on Jan 26, 2009 22:43:46 GMT -5
I never thought I would die being what I am. At least, not like this. It brings back all the stories I was told while growing up. Especially the stories about the war. The tales of our own kins hatred towards my kind and their blood lust to kill us all. That fact that they would go this far to kill all of us is proof of that. From what I can still hear, there are hundreds of cells just like mine. Plain white rooms with a single bright light on the ceiling at it's center. Along one wall is a door that lets them in but doesn't allow us to go out, and a large window where they watch as our skin turns red from hunger. Once the red reaches the eyes your as good as dead. Then there is the various vents that allow the sound from neighboring cells. Daily I can hear the sounds of my kind screaming, begging, starving, dying. At first only my memories were keeping me sane, then he came.
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Mental
Jan 27, 2009 18:43:00 GMT -5
Post by Wednesday on Jan 27, 2009 18:43:00 GMT -5
That particular day was filled with silence. My cell was shoved into a back corner with only one speaker to the room to my left. It wasn't until I heard the door to that cell open and then close, that I realized the woman next to me had finally reached salvation. For those of us starving in these cells, our only salvation was death. I would simply close my eyes and dream of death as the defining silence of being alone took over once more. An hour went by before I heard the cell door open and the thud of another unfortunate Mental being thrown in to die. That is what I am... a Mental. We are a more advanced race of vampire that feed off of life essence instead of blood. We can feed off of human and vampire alike without the need to kill. That is how we differ most from the bloods, or the traditional vampire. We protect the humans, and that is why the bloods want us dead, and the easiest way to do that is starvation. Laying there on the floor with my skin red to my knees, I waited for whoever it was to wake and begin the first phase of the isolation. This usually begins with panic and then a heavy dose of screaming, growling, or cursing. Most try to escape and fail, then become like me. A body waiting for death. Minutes passed and to my surprise a male voice came through the speaker. No screams, or cursing, just an almost calm sound searching for life. "Can anyone hear me?" He said. I was to surprised for a moment to even move. I just stared at the speaker like he was speaking some strange language. "Hello?" He spoke again, then a sigh. Unconsciously I sprang to a crouched position and went to the speaker. "Wait..." I call, my voice weak for lack of use. I tried to clear it and coughed. "I can hear you..." I hated the way my once smooth, musical voice sounded so harsh and gravely. "I'm not alone..." He said softly, almost to where I couldn't hear it. "I'm Zach." "Sam," I said still trying to get my voice somewhat back to normal. "It's nice to meet you Sam," He said and I could almost see a little smile from the way he said it. And for some reason I felt warmer when he said my name.
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