MO Writing Challenge Week 2
I found this in My Documents and just had to revise it, heeee..
I am The Antecedent.
I am running out of time. He has taken both of my brothers, beginning two months ago with The Extant. He tortured is mind until, begging for mercy at The Mortal God’s mere presence, he snapped. It was ruthlessly efficient. The discovery of your own catatonia would be enough to drive anyone berserk. They call him Frenzy now as a symbol of The Mortal God’s unwavering control over his mind.
He took The Fated two days ago. He snatched my older brother from his realm, the world as it will be, by the throat. He was tortured, too - though he may not be truly alive, the wounds that they inflicted upon him will never truly heal. He will never see again. They gave him the name Rage, and to ensure his obedience they consume him in a world of agony that is fueled by lies and deceit.
The Mortal God just tried to take me. I feel like I should be thankful; he does not yet possess the power to exist as I do. But I could feel it. I could feel his fingers as they passed through my throat, like suddenly being shot with a surge of manic electricity.
He can see me, and he can speak to me. He has told me of my fate since he took The Extant; he constantly whispers of what he will do to break me. He could see me even back then, and his vision of me has become clearer and clearer as the days have passed.
The Mortal God, Crouxes, has found the unthinkable power to exist in the present and the future at once. Now, he can see me like he sees any other. He is so close. He will soon exist in the past as well, and that will spell my doom. I cannot hide from him, for he sees me. I cannot even run, for like the God of Time, he is always aware of my presence. No matter where I may go in this world, he would hunt me, he would find me, and he would take me, for I am a part of his great plan.
And when he pulls me into the Present, I will break. Of this I am certain.
I do not know what to do.
I have never been this terrified.
I am The Antecedent.
I am running out of time. He has taken both of my brothers, beginning two months ago with The Extant. He tortured is mind until, begging for mercy at The Mortal God’s mere presence, he snapped. It was ruthlessly efficient. The discovery of your own catatonia would be enough to drive anyone berserk. They call him Frenzy now as a symbol of The Mortal God’s unwavering control over his mind.
He took The Fated two days ago. He snatched my older brother from his realm, the world as it will be, by the throat. He was tortured, too - though he may not be truly alive, the wounds that they inflicted upon him will never truly heal. He will never see again. They gave him the name Rage, and to ensure his obedience they consume him in a world of agony that is fueled by lies and deceit.
The Mortal God just tried to take me. I feel like I should be thankful; he does not yet possess the power to exist as I do. But I could feel it. I could feel his fingers as they passed through my throat, like suddenly being shot with a surge of manic electricity.
He can see me, and he can speak to me. He has told me of my fate since he took The Extant; he constantly whispers of what he will do to break me. He could see me even back then, and his vision of me has become clearer and clearer as the days have passed.
The Mortal God, Crouxes, has found the unthinkable power to exist in the present and the future at once. Now, he can see me like he sees any other. He is so close. He will soon exist in the past as well, and that will spell my doom. I cannot hide from him, for he sees me. I cannot even run, for like the God of Time, he is always aware of my presence. No matter where I may go in this world, he would hunt me, he would find me, and he would take me, for I am a part of his great plan.
And when he pulls me into the Present, I will break. Of this I am certain.
I do not know what to do.
I have never been this terrified.