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May 11, 2009 21:21:21 GMT -5
Post by skeletor90 on May 11, 2009 21:21:21 GMT -5
He rushed to the stage, clearing his way through the thick crowd of furious mothers, fathers, and occasional fans of death.
He was driven, his purpose clear, and his mind set, he had to free her, he had to save her, he cannot live without feeling the warmth of her yellow eyed gaze.
The elevated wooden platform came within sight, the man with the black hood wrapping the noose around her neck. Adrenaline rushed through him, he felt strong, as he attempted to push through the men in armor, standing in his path.
He managed to pass one, and another, only to be held down by four more, restrained and held to the ground, they were so many.. so strong and bigger then he was. His mother looked at him, a faint smile coming to her lips as the lever was pulled and his world was shattered.
Dennis awoke in the dead of night, covered in sweat he felt weak.. he turned aside quickly, relieving his body of the small dinner he had several hours ago. It wasnt long before he managed to calm himself down, someone such as himself cant allow himself to lose his nerves to some dream, he cant allow himself that. As he laid down on the forest floor, sleep slowly overcame him once more, he was tired, tired of running, tired of hiding, tired of remembering.
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May 13, 2009 6:47:46 GMT -5
Post by skeletor90 on May 13, 2009 6:47:46 GMT -5
What an odd and awkward situation he got himself into this time.. It was almost as if it was taken from a dramatic theater play, a couple who were very much in love, possibly made for each other, find themselves seperated due to the suddenly inflicted amnesia upon one of them.
Of course the problems dont end there, for while the one who remembers, in this case the man, attempts to restore his beloved's memories, she, the beloved who lost her memories, finds a new lover, one who cant possibly express the deep epic love the antagonist has for his former woman.
Dennis pictures himself coming on the stage of said play, as the crowd cries "boo!" on the villianous new lover, which was him.
And eventully as all plays such as this go, the antagonists unwavering commitment and love pays off, his beloved's memories either restored, or she decides to give him another chance, while the villian is left out, either killed after a duel with the hero or simply put to shame.
"Though it could also change in a suicidal chain like those weird tragic plays.." Dennis said to himself, but one thing remained clear, no one wants to see a play where the demon gets the girl.
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