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voidtreckerexpress2020-07-01 01:26 pm
xue_yang) wrote in voidtreckerexpress2020-07-01 01:26 pm
Open Log
Who: Xue Yang & you!
What: Dealing with the aftermath of the murder, the public post and having the pain of hundreds of people killing him in his mind
When: The first week of Grasshopper
Where: Medical Car
Warnings: Talk of Murder, trauma of mental torture
He doesn't know how long the pain went on. All he knows is that everyone he has ever killed, got a chance to return the favor. At first it didn't bother him. He is basically dead anyway, so what difference does dying by the hand of all these faceless nobodies make? But then it kept going. And eventually there was a flash of white. Long white robes, a face that is covered by a blindfold and a sword slicing across Xue Yang's neck. That is when it started to truly get to him.
Somewhere along the way as more and more people came to take their revenge, the images started to slow as if outside of his mind something was trying to stop the torment. He saw the murder that had started all of this. A borrowed sword being pressed into his stomach by a young girl with eyes many thought were blind. But he knew the truth. They could see everything he had done on this world and the previous. But that light in his mind was growing brighter, a warmth and the sound of music reaching his ears. And just as that same sword that had sliced his neck was about to start peeling the flesh from his bones..it all stopped.
His mind is quiet. A dark nothingness for..days. But nothingness is better then the nightmares of dying hundreds of times. When his eyes finally open, there is the bright light of the medical car shining over his head. He can hear movement in the room so he knows he isn't alone. He doesn't know how he got here or who woke him up but the fact is..he is at least physically still alive.
He pushes himself into a sitting position, his body stiff from days of laying motionless in one spot. He pushes back so he can rest his back against the headboard for support. He reaches up to rub at his eyes and face. He feels like a shell of what he once was. As if everything inside him has been ripped out and all that is left is the body. And even that just feels numb..
"Why am I alive?" Because he feels like he should be dead and that perhaps someone didn't finish the job they started.
What: Dealing with the aftermath of the murder, the public post and having the pain of hundreds of people killing him in his mind
When: The first week of Grasshopper
Where: Medical Car
Warnings: Talk of Murder, trauma of mental torture
He doesn't know how long the pain went on. All he knows is that everyone he has ever killed, got a chance to return the favor. At first it didn't bother him. He is basically dead anyway, so what difference does dying by the hand of all these faceless nobodies make? But then it kept going. And eventually there was a flash of white. Long white robes, a face that is covered by a blindfold and a sword slicing across Xue Yang's neck. That is when it started to truly get to him.
Somewhere along the way as more and more people came to take their revenge, the images started to slow as if outside of his mind something was trying to stop the torment. He saw the murder that had started all of this. A borrowed sword being pressed into his stomach by a young girl with eyes many thought were blind. But he knew the truth. They could see everything he had done on this world and the previous. But that light in his mind was growing brighter, a warmth and the sound of music reaching his ears. And just as that same sword that had sliced his neck was about to start peeling the flesh from his bones..it all stopped.
His mind is quiet. A dark nothingness for..days. But nothingness is better then the nightmares of dying hundreds of times. When his eyes finally open, there is the bright light of the medical car shining over his head. He can hear movement in the room so he knows he isn't alone. He doesn't know how he got here or who woke him up but the fact is..he is at least physically still alive.
He pushes himself into a sitting position, his body stiff from days of laying motionless in one spot. He pushes back so he can rest his back against the headboard for support. He reaches up to rub at his eyes and face. He feels like a shell of what he once was. As if everything inside him has been ripped out and all that is left is the body. And even that just feels numb..
"Why am I alive?" Because he feels like he should be dead and that perhaps someone didn't finish the job they started.
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She made her way towards the door. "I will be seeing you then."