Marionette Report: 1Marionette
by Erin Ruiz
Two days had past and still I knew nothing more than what I had been told by Terry. I stared at myself in the mirror and judged what I saw. I was dead, right? I thought. Then, why is my flesh still youthful as if I had never been buried? Why is my hair still so long? It goes to my waist, trailing behind me in raven black locks. Why are my eyes so clear? My face so young and beautiful as if I had never been hurt in my life or death or... afterlife...? And this perpetual feeling of a cold sensation all over my body... Why am I always so cold?
After staring and thinking for so long, I got dressed and headed towards Terry's office. He hardly took notice of me as I entered his ancient-looking room. He stared at his computer screen a moment, then turned his attention toward me, raising an eyebrow.
"What brings you here, Kiel?" he asked, his face lit up in a happy smile.
I smiled shyly and replied, "Terry, do you know where I can find
My Angel - Shounen ai"It's been forever since I've seen him," I said, setting my glass down on the table. We were in a small cafe, just down the street from my friend's workplace. Her name was Kim.
"So you've told me," she replied from across the table. "If you miss him so much then why don't you search for him or something?"
"But I know exactly where he is..." That was a lie, but I wanted her off my back.
"Then go to him," she stared hard at me with her deep black eyes.
"No, I can't!" I cried.
She slammed her drink down on the table, pushed out her chair, grabbed her purse, and returned my cry with this: "If you care about that man so much then why don't you marry him!"
I blushed furiously. "You know I couldn't possibly do that..."
"Jason," she sighed, coming closer to me, "everyday you have lunch with me, and everyday you speak of nothing but Aaron and how much you miss him. I hardly even have a grasp on what you do for a living; if you even work at all!"
My blushed flared back up again. "I-I'm sor
His Story - Monday, MondayHe's always been there, like an aching thorn in my side. Popular, cool, good-looking (or "cute" as the girls call him), and in a punk rock band. The makings for any sort of disaster. Always I heard in the mornings and all through the day, "Daichi is so cute!" "Daichi's band is playing next weekend at the Park..." Daichi this, Daichi that... It was sickening. Unlike everyone else in our class, I didn't much like "Daichi Ohkawa." And the thorn pushed deeper into my side as I kept hearing his name. It was insane the hatred I felt for one small boy.
"Ageless boy" I should say. He never seemed to age, staying youthful and exuberent. His smiling face was always like that of a twelve year old boy, staring into your soul with loving, gentle eyes. And the thorn continued the sink into my side, nearly piercing the other side. His name made me shudder with anger. His cheerful voice filled me with rage. But I never understood why, exactly...
Ageless, beautiful, kind, swe
Walking in Dreams -lost-Waiting in darkness, far away
Once I was there, but now...
The light turns to darkness
As dark waves roll to the shore
Her pale form glows as Lightning strikes
Her face distorted as the squall comes
Walking in a dream
Hoping it were real
Seeking what was lost
Wishing it was found
Looking for the light
Seaching for some hope
In the coming darkness
She comes across the dark sea
Walking on the waves of silk
Her face shows nothing but scorn for me
Her beauty marred by that wicked look
Her eyes are flaming terribly
Her hatred for me showing great
I wish I could mend my folly somehow
I wish to take away her pain!
Walking in Nightmares
Taking all the sin
Seeing it to my grave
Hoping for the light
Wishing for redemption
Searching for some hope
In all my coming nightmares
And I awaken
Her ghost hausts me
My sanity sways
I'm not sure what to do
Or what to say
Or how to act
All I know is that...
... I'm so sorry...
once existance 1extinctioni awake from a dream
a dream of death i dream
i awake from the dream
and live the nightmare
the chains of circuitry
hold me to the iron bed
the chains of circuitry
bind me to the old womb
i rise from those holdings
the electricity runs through me
i rise from those bindings
the electricity runs through him
these hands are not mine
but they seem familiar to me
these hands were once mine
but they once were familiar to him
[who are you?] i ask myself
[who am i?] he asks me
[are we not one?] i ask him
[we were once one] he says to me
INITIATING START SEQUENCE
SEQUENCE IN PROGRESS
ERROR...ABORTING LOADING SEQUENCE...
i return to you
i return to me
i return to circuits
i return to wires
i return to life
i return to dead
was i here?
were you here?
did we exist?
did i exist?
story of land and skyhe came like a breeze
his voice said one thing
his heart said another
[what?] i scream
[i don\'t understand]
-am i crying for him?-
=are these my tears?=
i\'m falling into he abyss
i\'m drowning in that sapphire substance
that sapphire glow that engulfs me
pain and despair engulfs me
and i drown in this
[come with me] you say
[i can grant your wish]
[i can make you unafraid]
[i can give you all the freedom]
[the freedom to have all worlds]
[i will do this]
[only for you]
you reach out your hand
-is this real?-
i reach for your hand
=do you really exist?=
the abyss catches me
-=i am screaming your name!=-
[can you help me?]
[where am i?]
[where are you?]
\'we are here\'
\'we are here together\'
\"don\'t be afraid of the darkness\"
[i\'m not afraid!]
...you should be...
+and his smiles fades to the dark+
+and soon i fade to the dark+
~and so it goes~
~this tale of LAND and SKY~
~and the coming SEPARATION...~
deaths beauty-lifes hatredI can\'t remember past today
But I can see further than tomorrow
And though my way is shattered
I\'ll leave these tattered walls
The throes of death are in my mind
Forever to torture the day
And chants in a language long forgot
Sing eerily in my brain
What shares of untimely virtue
Would shed their light upon the damned
And whose angelic wings would find
My face a pathway to happiness
Dwindling in the darkness comes
The torture of this refrain
And to weave a song so terrible
that even the Faiths would mourn
And should my placid faith be renewed
And should my facade of joy be broken
Then against the will of Hell
I call to the lost and forgotten
It is the choices made that bring us here
And the sins of the past come to light
Of a song that brought destruction
and a word that gave birth to life
Again those rhythems of time
Beat in sync with that of life
And folly the burden of all these sins
That rememberence brings to me
I haven\'t seen the light in years
Nor heard the songs of birds
Gehennas Rebirth-Assiahs DeathThe call of the great Unknown
The song of fairies on the wind
I hear the cry of the moutain
I feel it shiver in fear
Night in this eatheral abyss
Darkness in this brightly shining world
Hand to me you quivering hand
Give to me you quaking soul
I want from you your tortured heart
I want from you your dying soul
I want from you your crimson fire
To light this filthy world with your light
Wings of angels flutter in the mist
Songs of Fairies dying in the forest
Mountains tremble from its wake
The skies are coloured red with blood of shattered hearts
And from this dying world come light
And from this dying world come hope
And from this dying world come birth
And all shall fall to their knees in dispair
I want to be the anarchist
I want to be the proprietor
I want to be the judgement
I want to be the betrayer
Destroy the Creation
Destroy the Angel
Destroy the world
This is it