It's been a long day...
Actually, it's not even done. I've still got two classes to finish the work for. But between the lack of progress on so many fronts, complete and utter frustration with the world, and the desire to just make some people stop talking (IRL), things got nasty.
Unluckily, Faithful!Ernie decided to live in my head tonight. Luckily, fiction is fictional.
Disclaimer: Not mine. REALLY not mine. And in no way AT ALL is this meant to even begin to suggest any of my actual opinions about anyone, fictional or real. At all. Seriously
Rating: R, for being sort of generally disturbing.
The girl lay on the floor, her once pretty face a mass of bruises, her green eyes swollen shut. Once defiant, now she flinched at every sound in the small, cold room, wondering which sounds were him, which sounds would tell her that he was coming back, that he was here, that it would begin again.
Leaning against the wall, he watched her with dark amusement, a slow grin widening as he watched her flinch at shadows and half-imagined sounds. He'd stood and watched her growing fear for hours now, taking pleasure in watching the smug girl he remembered from school slowly crumble.
But it was enough. She hadn't been the one to betray him, hadn't been the one to send him down this path. She had been just another stone that had fallen on him, crushing his spirit and his soul, grinding him down into the hard, sharp man he had become. And so, in the end, she was insignificant, just as she had always thought him.
Let her see his insignificance now.
"Little Raven, all in black." His voice had a distant, sing-song quality, and as it sounded in the room her head jerked around, although she couldn
Unluckily, Faithful!Ernie decided to live in my head tonight. Luckily, fiction is fictional.
Disclaimer: Not mine. REALLY not mine. And in no way AT ALL is this meant to even begin to suggest any of my actual opinions about anyone, fictional or real. At all. Seriously
Rating: R, for being sort of generally disturbing.
The girl lay on the floor, her once pretty face a mass of bruises, her green eyes swollen shut. Once defiant, now she flinched at every sound in the small, cold room, wondering which sounds were him, which sounds would tell her that he was coming back, that he was here, that it would begin again.
Leaning against the wall, he watched her with dark amusement, a slow grin widening as he watched her flinch at shadows and half-imagined sounds. He'd stood and watched her growing fear for hours now, taking pleasure in watching the smug girl he remembered from school slowly crumble.
But it was enough. She hadn't been the one to betray him, hadn't been the one to send him down this path. She had been just another stone that had fallen on him, crushing his spirit and his soul, grinding him down into the hard, sharp man he had become. And so, in the end, she was insignificant, just as she had always thought him.
Let her see his insignificance now.
"Little Raven, all in black." His voice had a distant, sing-song quality, and as it sounded in the room her head jerked around, although she couldn