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gothling_x's Journal
Shades of the Moon
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Wonderland
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September 02, 2008, 12:11:am
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Wonderland
-x-
She glided across the floor. Lost in the music, not even paying attention to her movements, not counting steps, just letting her body move however it liked. The beat pulsed through every inch of her being, seeming to dance with her heart. He watched her, almost as entranced with her as she was with the music. Sad, he would have to kill this creature. Perhaps had he known she was capable of such as this he wouldn’t have targeted her. Ah well. He waited for a click in the song, and cocked the gun. Such talent had saved her from a slow painful death. This would be quick. All because of the movements. He brought the gun up, and the bridge of the song came on. The beat quickened, grew stronger, and her body reacted. The movements were rapid, she froze and unfroze in milliseconds. He watched as she froze as the song came to a stand still, four beats long, and she pulsed, segmenting her body into four parts. The silence suddenly busted into the rhythmic sounds of the bass. She seemed to fly from her frozen formation. Her hair billowed about her pale flesh. A finger slid behind the trigger and tensed at the same time as she froze for a split second. He suddenly felt like he was dancing with her. He realized that his muscles were tensing and relaxing at the same time as hers. Who could remove such a life from the world. Sighing, he un-cocked the gun. Bad timing. The music had paused for a beat, and she heard the click. Her eyes flew towards him, and he froze. Clouds. Her irises were not but clouds. She’s blind! Unbelieving, he waved his hand. She didn’t react, merely stood, listening through the pulsating music. He timed his breath with the bass, so she wouldn’t catch it. Slowly, he backed away. Every minute bit of him listening to the music, timing his steps and his breath so they wouldn’t be heard. Eyes watching her face for any sign that she had heard him, he continued out. Once outside the door, he turned and ran.
Perched high in a tree, the murderer sat contemplating. Of course he didn’t notice she was blind. He never looked at the eyes. They showed each thought, each emotion. You could tell a person’s nature by their eyes. He didn’t want to know what the people he killed were like. So, he avoided the eyes. Elliot was a perfect murderer. He would never be caught. Working as a part time assassin, a part time vigilante, and a part time murderer, death was simply what he did. He didn’t know why he murdered randomly, unless it was simply to vent. He was constantly told who to kill, when to kill them, how to kill them. Perhaps randomly killing whoever he felt in whatever way he felt was his own little rebellion from authority. Whatever the reason, there it was. Often he would stage killings in the way they had in a recent movie. He had once shot a man with five arrows, scalped him, and left him to bleed to death the way they did in a cowboy movie a friend had forced him to sit through. The scalp, he had pinned on a wall above the man, with the words “Get off our land” painted in war paint beneath it. He chuckled, remembering how odd people had thought a Native American attack to be with the nearest reservation being over 100 miles away.
Back to the blind. Shaking his head and exhaling heavily, Elliot began to descend from his tree. What was the use in focusing on it? So he had dedicated a week to following her, learning where she went everyday until he found a pattern where he could find her alone long enough to murder her. Flustering that he didn’t get to complete his kill. Maybe he would go find a random bum, slice him up for a few hours, and then begin executing a more intricate kill. He figured it would be a week or so before he was called for an assignment. Perhaps his Alice in Wonderland kill was finally at hand. A young blond woman, a cat (with a duct tape grin and painted with purple stripes of course), a tree with a hole carved in the base to simulate the rabbit hole. What fun. Hmm, perhaps he should behead her, and plant her body half way through the hole so that when they pulled the body out they would be shocked to see no head. Or maybe, he should strangle her, lace a few flowers around her neck, and paint a wooden sign with an arrow pointing to the flowers with the words “In a world of my own, all the flowers would be petty little killers”. His plotting continued as he headed off to the nearest bar to find a ‘vent victim’.
After a long shower, washing the blood from his body, the knives he had used being cleansed at his feet, Elliot sat down to watch Alice in Wonderland, and begin work sewing the dress he would place on his victim. It would have an elastic band so as to fit all sizes, granted he had a fair idea of what size he wanted her to be. Oh wouldn’t it be grand if he could find a female dwarf to dress up..ah but perhaps he should save that for when he felt like staging Snow White. Still, as he watched the movie, he found his mind straying to the girl with clouded eyes. His mind’s eye pictured her form rippling to the beat of the techno song. He shook his head. What in the hell was he thinking?! She was Goth for crying in a puddle of blood! He despised Goths. Still, her eyes…
Clouds. His dreams were filled with clouds. Lights of varying colors shone through; greens, browns, blues. They started pulsing, the lights flashing, a rhythmic drumming played behind them, and the clouds seemed to dance to the beat. Elliot awoke; a gentle awakening. So unlike his normal jump starts into wakefulness. As he came into consciousness her face gleamed through the clouds. The startled expression, the watchful alertness that followed it. Her body. Suddenly, he wondered what it would look like bathed in blood. Her blood? No, no not her blood. Perhaps another’s. His eyes opened, gleaming in the slight light shining in through the single window of his bedroom. He sat up, and slid from his bed.
As the coffee began to brew, he contemplated, staring at the Alice dress he had made for his next victim, but not seeing it. No he was seeing her, bathing in the blood of a corpse. Slowly time began to rewind, and he saw the corpse rise, a living person again. The blood soaking back into the wounds which closed. She walked backwards, out of sight. Then suddenly things went forward again. She seemed to be walking to a beat that only he could hear. She stepped forward, reaching out a hand as if in need of assistance. The man caught it, and she caught him with a blade. Elliot watched enraptured as she began to slay the man, stabbing him over and over, the blood gushing over her pale flesh. She began to dance around him, sticking the blade into him each time she froze, her muscles flexing, ripping the wound open, and drawing the blade out as they relaxed. Elliot smiled as the vision faded and he began to pour the coffee. Yes, what a fascination. A blind murderess. Mmm, perfect. He thought, as he took a sip of the hot liquid.
Sara stood in the center of the room. She listened intently straining to catch even the most slight of sounds. Silence. She had been on the alert ever since she heard the clicking sound the day before. She walked over, thirteen steps to the stereo. Pressing down on the button around three inches from the top of the stereo, she waited for the first pulse of music to vibrate through her being before returning to her place in the center of the room. Five beats after she had centered herself, her body began to move. She let it lead her, not planning nor thinking of her movements; simply letting the music engulf and control her. Half way through the song, she sensed another presence, as before. However, she did not stop. She kept going, ignoring whoever or whatever was watching her, and just enjoying the music. She felt it getting closer. Human most definitely. The music pulsed through her body. Her arm lifted, fingertips brushing against fabric. Still the music guided her on. Again she touching whomever was with her. Again, and again, he was slowly, so so slowly getting closer. Yes, it was a man, she could tell by the scent of shaving cream and musk. Male musk. Ah, he was very, very masculine. Suddenly the music stopped, she froze, and he moved. She heard the rustle of fabric, felt strong hands grab her arms, pulling them behind her.
“Apologies, Milady.” A silky, low voice murmured with a soft wisp of warm breath in her ear. “You are to be my protégé. Congratulations. And now, to tumble down the rabbit hole.”
A sudden pain, she caught the music starting back up before all went black.
Two weeks later, in the Sunday morning paper, front page. A gruesome photo of a young woman, dressed up as Alice from the children’s fable of the little girl who tumbled down the rabbit hole. She was splayed out, surrounded by flowers. A cat, dead, was tied to a tree branch above her. It’s cheeks had been sliced and duct taped back to form a gruesome grin, and it’s body painted with purple stripes. There was a sign, shaped like an arrow pointed at the corpse. “We don’t tolerate weeds” was all it read. Below the picture an article:
The gruesome scene pictured above is believed to be the work of two people. From the footprints in the nearby area, one was a male man., the other female…..”
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Cancer
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July 14, 2008, 04:26:am
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I was researching my Zodiac Signs, and thought I'd share mine.
I am a Cancer sign, and fit it through and through.
Those born under the sign of Cancer, ruled by the mysterious Moon, are one of the zodiac's enigmas. It is fair to say that most Cancers are a bundle of contradictions. Compassionate and caring with friends, family and lovers, yet they can cut to the bone with their jealous remarks and ever-changing moods. Endearingly eccentric on one hand, and on the other, insecure about how others see them. Like their astrological symbol - the Crab - Cancers can appear hard and insensitive on the outside. However, for those of us who know and love a "Moon Child", we understand that deep below lies a softness and sensitivity that makes them so very special...
Just as the Moon goes through many changes as it moves from its new to full phases, Cancers too go through many new and full phases of experience. Life doesn't stand still for this sign, even if they remain in one place, because they live so much in their internal oceans of emotions. Their link with the Moon often makes it impossible for them to operate on an even keel from day to day. Up and down like the proverbial yo-yo, most Cancerians feel one way one minute, then sometimes totally different the next. But this characteristic is part of their charm.
Love and romance matter more than anything else to this sign (but this occasionally shares first place with having lots of money in the bank). No other sign romances better, equally though, no sign takes it so badly when romance turns sour either. But with their changeable natures Cancerians are fascinating, mysterious, stimulating and extremely alluring. This sign is one of the most magic of all and once their magic has reached you, they are the most beguiling companions. After all, isn't the Moon the most talked about and romantic galactic identity?
If you know me, then you know that that is pretty much me. A few differentiations for the purpose of individuality.
And now, for the hell of it..My Sun Sign Compatibility.
lol
Cancer
LOVE INSIGHT
Cancers are smart and savvy operators. They are caring and supportive, and are able to combine instincts with logic. They will pamper you, but require equal, if not more attention in return. They look for a deeper connection than body and mind - nothing less than their soul mate.
Cancer-Aries : Fast energy, quick minds, and inquisitiveness.
Cancer -Taurus : Common grounds give them a great connection.
Cancer -Gemini : These two have an abundance of info to share.
Cancer -Cancer : Thought transference - they don’t even need to talk.
Cancer -Leo : Cancers intuition, Leo’s imagination mold together.
Cancer -Virgo : Inquisitive natures are illuminating and harmonious.
Cancer -Libra : This is a romantic match providing love-lessons.
Cancer -Scorpio : Intense chemistry lock these two together.
Cancer -Sagittarius : Opposites can attract and compliment.
Cancer -Capricorn : Appreciate each other’s inner and outer worlds.
Cancer -Aquarius : They have a healthy respect for each other.
Cancer -Pisces : There’s an innate understanding beyond the physical
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Adieu!
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July 14, 2008, 02:46:am
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Ello Loves!
Just thought I'd pop in and let everyone know that I shant be on VF for a while. I shall be uber busy within the next few days, and at some point I'm taking Kimmy to her Lover, Rob! YAY!
So, unless I get on here before then, I probably wont be on VF for about three weeks. I shall still be getting on my MSN messenger from my phone, so if you wish to converse with me through that my account name (for those who don't have it) is haunted_nightmare21@hotmail.com haha my oldest email account. Also, should you wish to text me, my number is (903)646 8931. Don't call me, unless you already have the above number. Text me first, pwease!
OOOh! My hair ish blue again!!! I'll post pictures as soon as I can..and by then I shall have my piercings. YAY! I'm so stoked about them.
Hnn, well I think I shall end this here.
Adieu for probably about three weeks (unless my plans of sitting in the Holiday Inn's parking lot and stealing their internet works out..haha)
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hmhm, we shall see...
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July 08, 2008, 01:59:pm
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Do you pay attention? I bet there are plenty of you on my friends list that don't even read this. How about this, if this is reposted I'll leave you a pic comment. So let's see who will actually re-post this. This is to see who's paying attention. Copy and re-post in your own journal
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And so they laugh
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July 01, 2008, 05:47:am
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Wrong.
The Tides roll on.
Their endless crashing ringing in my ears.
How they sound like the laughing Fates.
Their sweet voices singing Mirth with the tide.
Mirth at Pain.
Mirth at Beauty.
Mirth at life.
The Tides roll on.
Why not like the Fates.
Why not Mirth at Life?
Why tears in place of smiles?
The Tides roll on.
Why screams to ring over the waves?
Why not laughter to consume their ceaseless roar?
Why wrong?
Why not right?
The Tides roll on.
Wrong.
Decisions,
Cross-Roads,
Yes?
No.
No?
Yes.
Endless circles,
Endless choices.
Always Wrong!
The Tides roll on.
Fates, cease the tides.
Cease your laughter at the pain!
Laugh at my joy,
But give it me first.
Laugh at the world's joy.
But offer it them first.
The Tides roll on.
The Tides of Pain.
The Tides of Life.
The Tides of Fate.
The Tides we must Fight.
The Tides we must Surrender.
The Tides we Must Live
The Tides roll on.
It's not very good, it's not meant to be. I haven't written but maybe two poems in around a year. Don't ask for meaning.
Mood: Wish life was easier, but know why it's not.
Music: Slipknot - Circle
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Ask for Naught but Pain
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June 23, 2008, 10:19:pm
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The entity of Pain has haunted my life.
The forms shifting and molding to the events taking place,
Yet always the same.
Always that brooding watchful plague that ravages the heart.
It grows the mind weak,
It grows the soul callous.
Happiness fades into a harsh memory,
And taunts us with it's paltry pleas of times long lost.
Which is harder to bear? The pain the world throws upon your back, the pain the world throws upon the backs of others, or when you you add to the pain burdening those around you? Those you care for, yet cannot keep happy. What kind of being mourns the pains that they curse others with.
Fates, be kind to the souls suffering loss. I beg of you this one simple plea, and the ones I have plead are few in number, and simple in request. Grant me this, for I know their pain shall fall to me. It is my burden, my curse, my gift, my life. I offer you my being, my essence, my soul. You hold the planes in your palms. Now place the pain in mine.
Mood: Empathetic, Apathetic, Pleading
Music: The Passing of Time (not music, literally)
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O.M.G.
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June 04, 2008, 01:42:am
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Spiffy header right?
Egads I haven't been on in ages, a tragedy for which I apologize. Oodles has happened since I last logged in. New peoples to lurve, new car to drive, new trailer to move into..the list goes on.
Hnn, I suppose I should start with a rather amusing topic these days, Ben. Yes, I know most of you remember him from the good old days when I was all depressive and deathwishive. Now, I look back and laugh at him and mourn my stupidity. *impales skull with lead brick* moron of me. So, a few weeks ago I was on msn messenger while at a friends house and guess what pops up at the bottom of the screen where my little msn man updates me on who has logged in, when I get an email, and when I get an im..I lurve my msn man.. anyhoo, I didn't look at the name of the message just at the preview which said "I just wanted to say I'm sorry..." I click and it is from punkrockererakim@hotmail.com (btw if you want to add and torture him be my guest ^.^) I decided to message him back rather than just ignore him seeing as I found it rather amusing that he had the audacity to speak to me..how dare he defile my eyes with his poor messaging..using 'u' for 'you' is soo last month! Basically the conversation ran along the lines of him saying he knew I hated him, me saying I didn't; I feel nothing for him. No hatred, no love, no shit. I informed him I wouldn't let him near my emotions again..which was a semi lie seeing as I hacked his email and found out that he had at least one other girl..in the navy none-the-less. You would think the people assigning civilians to protect our nation would be intelligent to hire someone who is intelligent enough NOT to date Ben..my excuse..I had just turned 16 and had not dated before...How was I to know the evil things he could do?
So yeah, long story short, I found the email, emailed Ben from his own account telling him to remove his own penis. I haven't heard from him since. Buahaha! I WIN! granted he'll probably wait a few months, giving me time to 'cool off' or whatever he thinks he does, and message me all apologetic, saying he's not dating anyone and blahdy blahdy. Then again, considering he now knows I'm happily claimed (and marked) he might just realize I'm not taking it anymore and leave me alone.
Mmk...next update....well...thats about it really. I mean yeah I've had entertaining stuffs happening. For instance, Kimberly and I are going to get our hair cut and dyed tomorrow. I'll be getting a camera soon so I'll post pictures I pwomise!
I've had a brainstorm of fun stuffs to do (well Kimberly had it...but it's still fun) so I shall bid thee Adieu.
Mood: Weeness! (say that five times fast)
Music: Mine and Kimberly's giggling
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GAH!
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January 23, 2008, 07:33:pm
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I have to make this quick but to all I have neglected apologies. You see after I moved out I lost internet, and the library has this site blocked! The bastards. Anyways, I can comunicate via myspace but that is all. I'm doing fine and things are looking up, though lately I learned a few things about some of my friends that were, disturbing to say the least, I am still well. I hope that all of you are doing well and mayhap I shall be back on in full by next fall! ha! anyways, I'm heading off to a movie and must go. I miss you all!
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