Post by Admin on Sept 23, 2009 5:19:29 GMT -5
((Ok, so the first link is to a youtube vid. Listen to the song as you read the post. Then the second link is also to a youtube video. Listen to that song at the end. Hopefully you enjoy it.))
Bryan cut the controller's throat. Blood poured out a a wound that looked garishly like a smiling face. Bryan's face didn't twitch as his hands were washed in the demon's blood, but a small part of his mind was screaming.
He told the yeerk to shut up and moved on, dropping the dead controller to the floor.
A young man, Tim, Tom, something like that. He scrambled away from Bryan's approaching form. He was crawling, his leg below the knee a mangled mess courtesy of Bryan's shotgun blast. As Bryan stepped on the lower leg that was barely connected to the body still Tom screamed in agony and stopped struggling.
"Please. Stop. Why?" Tom looked up into the eyes of the young man and was scared by what he saw there. He didn't see the cold eyes of a hired assissin, nor the scared eyes of a young kid in too deep. Bryan's eyes were calm, almost loving.
Bryan bent down to look Tom in the face. "You gave your body wilingly to a demon Tom. There are many things that God can forgive but this is not one of them. I am sorry." He wasn't lying.
That didn't stop him from slitting Tom's throat, ending the man's pleas.
Tom had been the last. Bryan looked around at the night's work.
Bodies and blood littered the floor and walls. Unclean, it was all unclean. Bryan went to find the shower.
The hot water scalded Bryan's skin but he welcomed the cleansing touch. His head was bowed as if in prayer, water running down his face and falling from his nose and chin even as the hot liquid stung his shoulders and back. The water ran pink.
He wasn't in fact praying. He didn't need to. Tonight's work has been clear, right. He did not need to ask God for forgiveness, tonight he had acted on God's wishes. Tonight he had been God's hand.
The yeerk screamed in his head, trying again and again to regain the control that Bryan had wrested from her in a moment of blind anger. Humans that willingly made their bodies of the tools of Satan? Such scum needed to be put down and Bryan had suddenly been given the strength to do so.
The Yeerk Peace Movement or whatever cleaver, false euphemism the Deceiver had given to this group, would no longer stain this earth.
Bryan dried himself and went looking for clothes to put on, as naked as the day he had had been created. All the bodies were in the living room and he didn't have to go through it to get to Tom's bedroom.
He entered the empty room and it felt as if someone still lived here, as if the room did not yet know that its owner would never come back.
Bryan went over to the dresser and was about to open the drawer when something caught his eye. It was a picture of Tom and his family on the bedside table. Bryan went over to the picture and picked it up.
He could very clearly see that the man in the picture and the body outside shared a resemblance but only if he tried. The look of horror that had crossed that man's face right before he died had transformed him into something that the man in the picture could never be, or so one would think.
A shadow of doubt flitted its way across Bryan's mind. The demon looked so normal. But didn't all servants of the dark one? Bryan was his Father's son.
Still, he looked at the picture and then put it back down on the bedside table...facedown.
Guilt? Now? At first Bryan didn't know where the voice had come from but then he recognized Tisoc. Ah yes, he had his own little demon inside of him.
You killed them! Why! Why did you kill them! Who are you?! What are you?!
The voice of the yeerk was annoying. It was screeching, high pitched, or would have if it had been audible. Instead it was just a voice in the back of his mind. But, even though it shouldn't, the things the demon said were getting to Bryan.
Shut up. The very idea of you, a body thief, judging my actions is so ludicrous that it is offensive.
Call me what you want, body thief, parasite, whatever, Tisoc screamed, but at least I am not a murderer. She could no longer control the body she was in. She didn't know why. It had never happened in yeerk history that a host could regain control of their body, but Tisoc was learning in the worst way that Bryan wasn't a normal host. The young man was insane, by any definition of the word. And for some reason that allowed him to, to do this.
But though she couldn't control the body anymore she was still in his mind. And for the first time since he had become her host, Tisoc found that she had access to his memories. She pulled up the memory of the night that he had murdered his family and threw it in his face.
This is what you are! This is- Tisoc was cut off as a the need for Kadrona rays ran threw her body, her actual body, causing pieces of her to become disconnected from the brain and for her to lose her hold on the memory for a moment.
She was at the end of her feeding cycle. She had waited, not gone to the pool, because she had the feeling that the YPM controllers weren't going to the pool. And she had been right, somehow they had obtained a portable kadrona pool and all fed at Tom's house every three days.
Tisoc had wanted them to trust her so she had agreed to feed with them. But when she had arrived, when Bryan, who apparently had been laying in wait, fully understood what the YPM was, he had taken control, and he had killed them.
They didn't deserve to live, the traitorious swine. And now my dear, I'm afraid we have to part ways too. I have dealt with your presence corrupting my body for long enough. I'm going to find that portable swill and you are going to get out.
Tisoc had a clear vision of what Bryan thought of her. It was worse than low. He saw her as a piece of primordial ooze that had somehow managed to rise out of its place. She was a piece of slime that was stuck to his soul and he wanted it gone. But Tisoc did not believe she would last very long as a slug around Bryan and, even though being inside of his mind felt like being inside of a pit of filth, she didn't want to leave the only protection she had. But the hunger was calling her.
Bryan laughed as he felt Tisoc's weakness. She would come out when the starvation she was facing now was worse than her fear of what he would do to her later.
Bryan found the pool and sat down patiently next to it, waiting for Tisoc to starve. He tried not to let what she had said get to him but the image of his dead family bothered him.
He knew he had done the right thing. Sparing them this world had been the right thing to do. But it still hurt. And again, Bryan questioned why God had chosen him to be His tool. What made Bryan worthy? Was it just that Tisoc was right? Was he a murderer? Was he the best one to carry out God's work because he could kill? Another man might have hesitated to kill the YPM tonight, but Bryan hadn't. He had known what needed to be done. But was that something to be proud of?
Was God's murderer any better than any other murderer? He tried to push the disturbing thought away. He wasn't a murderer. He hadn't killed any people tonight. Just things worth less than animals. And he was chosen because he was good.
Because he was good.
Angel of Death
The night starts here, the night starts here, forget your name, forget your fear
Bryan cut the controller's throat. Blood poured out a a wound that looked garishly like a smiling face. Bryan's face didn't twitch as his hands were washed in the demon's blood, but a small part of his mind was screaming.
He told the yeerk to shut up and moved on, dropping the dead controller to the floor.
A young man, Tim, Tom, something like that. He scrambled away from Bryan's approaching form. He was crawling, his leg below the knee a mangled mess courtesy of Bryan's shotgun blast. As Bryan stepped on the lower leg that was barely connected to the body still Tom screamed in agony and stopped struggling.
"Please. Stop. Why?" Tom looked up into the eyes of the young man and was scared by what he saw there. He didn't see the cold eyes of a hired assissin, nor the scared eyes of a young kid in too deep. Bryan's eyes were calm, almost loving.
Bryan bent down to look Tom in the face. "You gave your body wilingly to a demon Tom. There are many things that God can forgive but this is not one of them. I am sorry." He wasn't lying.
That didn't stop him from slitting Tom's throat, ending the man's pleas.
Tom had been the last. Bryan looked around at the night's work.
Bodies and blood littered the floor and walls. Unclean, it was all unclean. Bryan went to find the shower.
The pleasure part, the afterthought, the missing stone in the graveyard
************************************************************************************
The time we have, the task at hand, the love it takes to become a man
The hot water scalded Bryan's skin but he welcomed the cleansing touch. His head was bowed as if in prayer, water running down his face and falling from his nose and chin even as the hot liquid stung his shoulders and back. The water ran pink.
He wasn't in fact praying. He didn't need to. Tonight's work has been clear, right. He did not need to ask God for forgiveness, tonight he had acted on God's wishes. Tonight he had been God's hand.
The yeerk screamed in his head, trying again and again to regain the control that Bryan had wrested from her in a moment of blind anger. Humans that willingly made their bodies of the tools of Satan? Such scum needed to be put down and Bryan had suddenly been given the strength to do so.
The Yeerk Peace Movement or whatever cleaver, false euphemism the Deceiver had given to this group, would no longer stain this earth.
The dust at dawn is rained upon, attaches itself to everyone
No one is spared, no one is clean
It travels places you've never been or seen before
No one is spared, no one is clean
It travels places you've never been or seen before
************************************************************************************
The night starts here, forget your name, forget your fear
You drop a coin into the sea, and shout out "Please come back to me"
You drop a coin into the sea, and shout out "Please come back to me"
Bryan dried himself and went looking for clothes to put on, as naked as the day he had had been created. All the bodies were in the living room and he didn't have to go through it to get to Tom's bedroom.
He entered the empty room and it felt as if someone still lived here, as if the room did not yet know that its owner would never come back.
Bryan went over to the dresser and was about to open the drawer when something caught his eye. It was a picture of Tom and his family on the bedside table. Bryan went over to the picture and picked it up.
He could very clearly see that the man in the picture and the body outside shared a resemblance but only if he tried. The look of horror that had crossed that man's face right before he died had transformed him into something that the man in the picture could never be, or so one would think.
A shadow of doubt flitted its way across Bryan's mind. The demon looked so normal. But didn't all servants of the dark one? Bryan was his Father's son.
Still, he looked at the picture and then put it back down on the bedside table...facedown.
Guilt? Now? At first Bryan didn't know where the voice had come from but then he recognized Tisoc. Ah yes, he had his own little demon inside of him.
You name your child after your fear, and tell them "I have brought you here"
************************************************************************************
The scary part, the aftershock, the moment it takes to fall apart
You killed them! Why! Why did you kill them! Who are you?! What are you?!
The voice of the yeerk was annoying. It was screeching, high pitched, or would have if it had been audible. Instead it was just a voice in the back of his mind. But, even though it shouldn't, the things the demon said were getting to Bryan.
Shut up. The very idea of you, a body thief, judging my actions is so ludicrous that it is offensive.
Call me what you want, body thief, parasite, whatever, Tisoc screamed, but at least I am not a murderer. She could no longer control the body she was in. She didn't know why. It had never happened in yeerk history that a host could regain control of their body, but Tisoc was learning in the worst way that Bryan wasn't a normal host. The young man was insane, by any definition of the word. And for some reason that allowed him to, to do this.
But though she couldn't control the body anymore she was still in his mind. And for the first time since he had become her host, Tisoc found that she had access to his memories. She pulled up the memory of the night that he had murdered his family and threw it in his face.
This is what you are! This is- Tisoc was cut off as a the need for Kadrona rays ran threw her body, her actual body, causing pieces of her to become disconnected from the brain and for her to lose her hold on the memory for a moment.
She was at the end of her feeding cycle. She had waited, not gone to the pool, because she had the feeling that the YPM controllers weren't going to the pool. And she had been right, somehow they had obtained a portable kadrona pool and all fed at Tom's house every three days.
Tisoc had wanted them to trust her so she had agreed to feed with them. But when she had arrived, when Bryan, who apparently had been laying in wait, fully understood what the YPM was, he had taken control, and he had killed them.
They didn't deserve to live, the traitorious swine. And now my dear, I'm afraid we have to part ways too. I have dealt with your presence corrupting my body for long enough. I'm going to find that portable swill and you are going to get out.
Tisoc had a clear vision of what Bryan thought of her. It was worse than low. He saw her as a piece of primordial ooze that had somehow managed to rise out of its place. She was a piece of slime that was stuck to his soul and he wanted it gone. But Tisoc did not believe she would last very long as a slug around Bryan and, even though being inside of his mind felt like being inside of a pit of filth, she didn't want to leave the only protection she had. But the hunger was calling her.
Bryan laughed as he felt Tisoc's weakness. She would come out when the starvation she was facing now was worse than her fear of what he would do to her later.
The time we have, the task at hand, the love it takes to destroy a man
************************************************************************************
The ecstasy, the being free, the big black cloud over you and me
Bryan found the pool and sat down patiently next to it, waiting for Tisoc to starve. He tried not to let what she had said get to him but the image of his dead family bothered him.
He knew he had done the right thing. Sparing them this world had been the right thing to do. But it still hurt. And again, Bryan questioned why God had chosen him to be His tool. What made Bryan worthy? Was it just that Tisoc was right? Was he a murderer? Was he the best one to carry out God's work because he could kill? Another man might have hesitated to kill the YPM tonight, but Bryan hadn't. He had known what needed to be done. But was that something to be proud of?
Was God's murderer any better than any other murderer? He tried to push the disturbing thought away. He wasn't a murderer. He hadn't killed any people tonight. Just things worth less than animals. And he was chosen because he was good.
Because he was good.
And after that, the upwards fall, and were we angels after all?
I don't know, I don't know...
I don't know, I don't know...