The Archer's Bows Are Broken [Prologue/?]
Title: The Archer's Bows Are Broken [Prologue/?]
Author: chaosxcalamity
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Ryan/Brendon
POV: Ryan's
Summary: Don't even waste your time with this. This isn't a summary.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, this is fiction. Title belongs to Brand New.
Author Notes: This is what you get from an atheist that tries to believe in God and who has spent the whole morning trying to read the five books that she can't seem to get into because she keeps thinking about what kind of tea she wants to make. Not posted anywhere. It's not beta'd and it's roughly checked over. I'm just posting it to post it.
Dedication: To Ben.
Recipes. There are recipes for the Perfect Pancake, the Perfect Salad, the Perfect Smoothie, the Perfect Damn Near Everything. But what about recipes for the Perfect Person? No one is perfect. No one is created with the intent to be some amazing God or Goddess. No one can save the world from violence, murder, rape, suicide, self-mutilation, disease, famine, pain, and the list just goes on. Anarchy isn’t the answer. Love can’t possibly be the answer, that would be too simple, and too reachable. And hate just destroys everything in it’s reach. The truth is people don’t have enough compassion, or passion even, to quote unquote save the world. The world can’t be saved. But then again, does it even need saving? Maybe it’s meant to crash and burn. Maybe people are meant to kill one another. Maybe violence is the answer to the world. Maybe violence is what keeps the world spinning. A man goes to jail for battering his wife and smothering their three-month old baby but gets off on a technicality. The bruises were from her hardcore tennis playing and the baby got caught in his blankets. He was set free. Set to find a new family to start and to kill. Repeating the process because that’s all humans do really. All they do is find a way to keep making the same mistakes over and over and over again. And I say ‘they’ because I, myself, am not human. I am not anything. I don’t even think I actually exist. I don’t know anything. Memories are nonexistent for me.
The justice system that government has is pretty fucked up if you actually think about it. Killers go free and victims are imprisoned half of the time. It really comes down to a toss of a coin. Heads you’re free and tails you’re trapped in hell. And does God go by the crimes you are convicted of? You are a put away for life for mutilating your neighbor but it was actually his wife that slaughtered him. Does God damn you to hell? Or does he let you into the gates of Heaven? Does He really even give a damn of what happens to you? There are many more of his children that are just like you. Are you even a blimp on his radar? Does He ignore your prayers? Does He laugh when you cry? Does He cry when you laugh? Is He really just one big sadistic bastard out to get you?
People who have done nothing wrong are serving time. They deserve to be out in the fucked up world with the rest innocent people but instead they are caged up with the other animals in captivity. They are the ones eaten alive. They are the ones that kill themselves because they are scared that they’ll be murdered in their sleep. Whether it be done by their psychotic cellmate or some random guard. It could be done quickly, with a sharp blade, quick and easy, if you puncture the right spot. Or you could be choked slowly, while your killer stares you down with that black look in their long dead and menacing eyes.
Back onto the point, shall we? Saving the world. Can it be done? But more importantly can people be saved? Can you help someone who is living so far down in sin and regret and pain? Can you pull them out of the depths and love them unconditionally and save them from themselves…from this cruel and wretched place we call earth?
Civilizations disappear. And soon this one will, too. God will grow tired of it and destroy it. He’s waiting for the opportune moment to throw His mighty wrecking ball down and obliterate the world, along with it’s inhabitants.
Recipes. There has to be one for the Perfect Person and the Perfect World. But there isn’t any. He hasn’t created any and He can‘t. And He has sent me out on a mission to search for someone. Someone that doesn’t exist. I’m just a pawn in His game of chess. The one that I am searching for is bred from the devil himself. But he is pure soul. There is a untainted sense to him and he is the key to the recipe. If I can find him then the world is saved. But where do I start?
Author: chaosxcalamity
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Ryan/Brendon
POV: Ryan's
Summary: Don't even waste your time with this. This isn't a summary.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, this is fiction. Title belongs to Brand New.
Author Notes: This is what you get from an atheist that tries to believe in God and who has spent the whole morning trying to read the five books that she can't seem to get into because she keeps thinking about what kind of tea she wants to make. Not posted anywhere. It's not beta'd and it's roughly checked over. I'm just posting it to post it.
Dedication: To Ben.
Recipes. There are recipes for the Perfect Pancake, the Perfect Salad, the Perfect Smoothie, the Perfect Damn Near Everything. But what about recipes for the Perfect Person? No one is perfect. No one is created with the intent to be some amazing God or Goddess. No one can save the world from violence, murder, rape, suicide, self-mutilation, disease, famine, pain, and the list just goes on. Anarchy isn’t the answer. Love can’t possibly be the answer, that would be too simple, and too reachable. And hate just destroys everything in it’s reach. The truth is people don’t have enough compassion, or passion even, to quote unquote save the world. The world can’t be saved. But then again, does it even need saving? Maybe it’s meant to crash and burn. Maybe people are meant to kill one another. Maybe violence is the answer to the world. Maybe violence is what keeps the world spinning. A man goes to jail for battering his wife and smothering their three-month old baby but gets off on a technicality. The bruises were from her hardcore tennis playing and the baby got caught in his blankets. He was set free. Set to find a new family to start and to kill. Repeating the process because that’s all humans do really. All they do is find a way to keep making the same mistakes over and over and over again. And I say ‘they’ because I, myself, am not human. I am not anything. I don’t even think I actually exist. I don’t know anything. Memories are nonexistent for me.
The justice system that government has is pretty fucked up if you actually think about it. Killers go free and victims are imprisoned half of the time. It really comes down to a toss of a coin. Heads you’re free and tails you’re trapped in hell. And does God go by the crimes you are convicted of? You are a put away for life for mutilating your neighbor but it was actually his wife that slaughtered him. Does God damn you to hell? Or does he let you into the gates of Heaven? Does He really even give a damn of what happens to you? There are many more of his children that are just like you. Are you even a blimp on his radar? Does He ignore your prayers? Does He laugh when you cry? Does He cry when you laugh? Is He really just one big sadistic bastard out to get you?
People who have done nothing wrong are serving time. They deserve to be out in the fucked up world with the rest innocent people but instead they are caged up with the other animals in captivity. They are the ones eaten alive. They are the ones that kill themselves because they are scared that they’ll be murdered in their sleep. Whether it be done by their psychotic cellmate or some random guard. It could be done quickly, with a sharp blade, quick and easy, if you puncture the right spot. Or you could be choked slowly, while your killer stares you down with that black look in their long dead and menacing eyes.
Back onto the point, shall we? Saving the world. Can it be done? But more importantly can people be saved? Can you help someone who is living so far down in sin and regret and pain? Can you pull them out of the depths and love them unconditionally and save them from themselves…from this cruel and wretched place we call earth?
Civilizations disappear. And soon this one will, too. God will grow tired of it and destroy it. He’s waiting for the opportune moment to throw His mighty wrecking ball down and obliterate the world, along with it’s inhabitants.
Recipes. There has to be one for the Perfect Person and the Perfect World. But there isn’t any. He hasn’t created any and He can‘t. And He has sent me out on a mission to search for someone. Someone that doesn’t exist. I’m just a pawn in His game of chess. The one that I am searching for is bred from the devil himself. But he is pure soul. There is a untainted sense to him and he is the key to the recipe. If I can find him then the world is saved. But where do I start?