Post by Abrielle Reinald on May 4, 2009 21:52:43 GMT -6
Once upon a time...
There was a girl...
There was an eerie kind of quiet that had descended upon the night… a cold kind of atmosphere that begged to be warmed through civil conversation or some display of affection… but nothing greeted this impending sense of isolation. This cold and darkened corruption. It gravitated with some grace and agility, like an angel out of Hell with a crown of thorns and provocative, burning wings. There was something to be feared about this dark silence… something ominous and imposing… malicious and self-serving. It made Abrielle shudder with apprehension. Her muscles tensed with paranoia, shivering in the unusually cold springtime air. She wheezed lightly, recovering from sickness and listened to the dreadful calm that had overtaken her world. ’It’s almost like a miracle…’ A voice prodded her from the confines of her mind… whispering… echoing within the farthest reaches of her skull. Surprised by the sudden sound – though no one else could have heard it – the madam focused her perfectly shaped ocular pools, rolling upwards toward the full moon shining brightly in the sky. She thought about the mysterious voice for a second or two, finally placing the familiar undertones and recognizing it as the bitter, distempered (and disembodied) soprano of Renae.
No one could see or touch Renae. No one could hear Renae but Abrielle… Her voice – real or not – was safe inside the barrier provided by the girl’s skull. Renae, for all of her glory and ease of speech, remained little more than a figment of some imagination. An imagination that had long since run away with Abrielle… That had long since possessed the child for every year of her existence. ’Silence is so beautiful… Like poetry. Like a song… calling for trouble in the middle of the night.’ The voice was angry, for some reason. Abrielle had no idea why. ’Answer it, girl! Answer the calling and set something ablaze. Steal, plunder, kill… I thirst for chaos, Abrielle. The night thirsts for chaos…’ The maiden shook her head, trying to calm the raging noise in her own mind… trying to smother the desire for pain and disorganization. She grinned lightly, but didn’t know why. Was that Renae, taking hold of her delicate face? Abrielle shuddered, her footsteps falling daintily upon the paved walkway. She tried to suppress the voice’s anger, tried to calm the madness… but her attempts were without reward. Nothing ever worked. Nothing made Renae stop talking… Nothing ever made her go away.
’This is a night for mischief! The darkness is calling for trouble… for slaughter. Oh, Abrielle! Let’s have some fun!’ Sending a shiver down her spine, Renae’s tenacity impressed upon Abrielle the insanity she knew she contained. It was always this way during a full moon… her condition always made worse. It was almost as if Renae sought some kind of purpose on this night. And the voice’s anger could never be sated. ”I don’t want to do bad things, Renae…” Her own voice seemed so strange. The echoing emotion of Renae’s vibrated against her skull… her audible voice was nothing but a whisper. Meek and barely heard on this night of oppressive silence, it stunned Abrielle and made her feel small. Powerless. She could almost believe that hers was the disembodied noise… the reverberating tones against the sides of her mind. ’They’re not bad things, darling… they’re the work of God…’ The words chilled Abrielle. Eyes opening wide, she gazed upward toward the Heavens… trying desperately to locate the God of which Renae spoke. Seeing nothing, however, she returned her steady eyes to the street. Words escaped her now. She couldn’t think of any reason not to succumb to Renae’s chilling desires.
’You would blaspheme the Lord Himself, Renae?’ Another voice. One that made Abrielle sigh with relief. Zephirin to her rescue. ’Chaos is not the way of the civilized world, you parading hag! Order and law are what we should embrace!’ His voice was darker than usual… louder than usual. He was mad. Abrielle felt Renae’s presence shiver and gradually extinguish. It was unlike her to leave without some attempt for having the last word… but an enraged Zephirin was not something anyone liked facing. ”Zephirin…” She whispered, wrapping her arms around her tightly. The voice was uncommonly comforting and sent a shudder of warmth through the madam. ’It’s alright, Abrielle. Renae’s gone now. She’s a bit flustered, no doubt… but I’ve driven her away.’ He was her knight in shining armor. The only amount of control she possessed. Zephirin was her hero and her friend, her guardian and her mentor, her master and herself. She imagined him smiling, gazing upon the stars above them with her eyes… peering through whatever void separated him from the real world with her reflective portals.
He sighed inside her mind, and she mimicked him in reality. They thought back upon their lives – her life – and the many years of chaos they had faced. She remembered gazing at the moon before… many and many a year ago. She recalled the circumstances and heard Zephirin shift nervously inside her subconscious. ’You don’t want to ruin this moment, Abrielle… Don’t think about those wrongs. Your history is past and the unpleasant times shall never have to be repeated.’ He sounded so old… so wise. ’Dream, Abrielle. Dream of your future and what you would like to do with your life. I’ll help you…’ So comforting… so close. Abrielle threw an uncertain glance over her shoulder and made her way to a building. Placing her back against the stone, she sank to her bottom and pulled her knees up against her chest. Zephirin took over then, controlling her mind and playing wondrous images through her head. She could see a cozy cottage on the outskirts of civilization… with children playing in a field. Two of them… a boy and a girl… bearing a remarkable resemblance to Abrielle herself. Then she saw her own figure, tending to the garden and laughing in the sunlight. A man was there, too. His arms were strong, wrapped around her middle and his eyes held all the seeming of an angel’s… they were laughing… They were beautiful…
”That will never happen to me, Zephirin…” She murmured, eyes squeezing shut. A single tear rolled down her cheek, dropping to the pavement below. ’It can happen, my dear. It can and it will. I’ll help you make it a reality… if you’ll just do as I say, Abrielle, happiness will be yours forever.’ A sniff resounded through the darkness as Abrielle felt her sinuses grow moist. She wiped another tear with the back of her hand, resting her head against the stone and lifting her eyes again to the sky. ’Stop filling the child’s mind with fallacies, you phallus-lacking fool!’ Renae was back, the calm serenity of the night shattered. Her voices began to fight, raging inside Abrielle’s head and giving her the migraine she was, by now, accustomed to. ”Please, be silent… both of you.” She pleaded but they would not stop. They would never stop… Here, seated on the ground against the local inn, Abrielle tried to focus on the calm… she tried to make the bickering noises go away… but nothing worked. Nothing made them leave. To everyone but Abrielle, this was a night of unusual quiescence… in her mind though, the world was at war.
There was a girl...
I hope this wasn't too confusing... It's my first attempt at roleplaying in... well... quite a few years. ^^ Abrielle is schizophrenic. Renae and Zephirin are the voices inside her mind.
