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Sunlight
Sunday, February 7, 2010 @ 7:31 PM
Title: Sunlight
February 7, 2010
Posted by: Father
Character: John Richterre
THE SUNLIGHT SEEPED through a slit between the curtained windows. It has been a while since I had woken up, since then I'd already accomplished a number of tasks.
Before I knew it the vestiges of morning had already risen. I blinked a few times as I detached myself from my thoughts. The person from last night somewhat bothered me, I know it shouldn't, she could've just been a beggar passing by but I sensed something from her that I can't seem to figure out. I browsed my waves of thoughts; a lot had probably changed in a lengthy period of unconsciousness. The world seemed the same when I had awoken moments ago, but there was this feeling that bothered me as the time went on and the world suddenly seemed foreign to me. I mean, more than usual, and it scared me. It was then I heard a knock on the door, it was a quiet knock, something no one should be able to hear, but being me, I’m usually able to notice even the most insignificant detail. I stand up from my seated position on the stairs and walked toward the door. I opened it carefully, alertness being my barrier.
When I opened the door coldness passed through and as I pushed myself more against the large door a figure of a girl came through. She entered the mansion hurriedly like she needed to hide from something, but her expression said something else. She looked rather angry but a thin blanket of nonchalance was doing its best to cover it. She regarded my presence when I grasped her shoulder, I too had become angry, for I hated people going into the mansion. It never really happened before but now I know what my reaction would be when it happens again.
“What do you want?” That was rather rude; I should be the one asking such.
“My dear lady, you haven’t the right to walk into another’s mansion… then ask them what they want, are you daft?” The mansion in question wasn’t exactly mine; I felt a pang of uneasiness when I mentioned it with my authority. But that was all overwritten with my feelings of irritation toward the girl, to the point of me calling her daft. I haven’t talked for a long while so my voice was rather scratchy, I heard myself and I felt shivers down my spine. I sounded frighteningly intimidating. I cleared my throat.
“O-I’m sorry… It’s just that, I’m a bit- disheveled right now” I narrowed my pitch black eyes at her. She then decided to collapse. I blinked in surprise, my anger still present but slowly seeping away. I was looking at her prone form on the ground; I could see she was still breathing. I kneel down beside her.
“Are you… Hm, is there something the matter? “I felt strange; I’ve never dealt with things like these before. The girl looked up at me rather weakly before she regained a bit more strength and sat herself down on the dusty carpeted floor.
“That boy will pay for this; he’s the one who started this. I hate him! He should have left Daphne alone, alone from his nasty eyes.” She was definitely daft… But her anger was contagious, it somewhat activated this dormant hatred in my heart. I pressed my pale hand onto my chest as I felt an unfamiliar constriction there, it hurt and I grew closer to it. The pain was addictive. As it eventually subsided I felt like I wanted more, I wanted to feel the pang in my heart again. And maybe when I felt the frustration I can gain it again, I hated on.
“-Now these blackouts are happening, then I wake up disoriented. I hate this! I hate that boy!” Her anger was feeding me, somehow and I felt a smirk crawl on my lips.
“This boy you are speaking of, is he really that detestable?” I reached out a hand to help her up. The luminous expression on my face - I felt it- was shown through the sunlight that lifted further up through the slits of the curtained window.
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What is Black Chain Mail?
BCM is a a collaborative novel inspired by
Hiroshi Ishizaki's "Chain Mail - Addicted to You -".
We have five writers:
[ Taco ]
[Cheese]
[ Anak ]
[Father]
[Granny] each assigned to...
Five very different individuals:
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Daphne Aletheia Strauss who is torn between friendship and true love
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Aoi Kuromizu who must protect the girl he loves
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Reina Luna Castro who loses herself to unexplainable blackouts
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John Richterre who is shroud in deep mystery
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Iara Latisha Alves who possesses a heavenly entity within her
One cruel fate.
It could only end in darkness.