Inverted Voices (Slash -- Bill/OC)

[Chibi-wa]

WAH! CHIBI NEEDS MORE!


-had a kawaii-ness overload at imagining Syre & Bill snuggling-
>_<
I <3 you for that mental image.
SO CUTE!

And Izzy is the freaking pimp of the place-- wait, what'd I just say?! O_____o
Whatever, she's spiffical and I love her.

MORE SOON!

[blackmoon]

*gets out electric blanket*

[twilightxseraphim]

Alright everyone, chapter 5!

Track 5 Love is Dead
All Syre could remember was blackness. Empty, cold, nothingness.
He looked around, but he couldn’t move. He was paralyzed, with what he didn’t know. “Welcome home, Srye,” a well known voice said stepping in from the darkness in front of him.

“Home?” Syre managed to whisper out.

“Yes, home. The place that calls you back, the place you should have gone last night. The place that from whence everything began. However, you’re just here on temporary visa unfortunately,” Saphyre explained walking around Syre, his footsteps echoing in the hollow dark. “I have to say,” he began with a slight laugh while shaking his head “I really thought you would have made the right choice, you were so close to escaping. However,” Saphyre said, his voice taking on a serpent like quality. “You still hang on to this world. This world that rejects, that forgot you, that packed you away so they wouldn’t have to deal with you. A world that isn’t worth the shit it was founded on! You still cling to it!”

As he finished with that two unidentifiable figures hazed in to view from the darkness. “W-who?” Syre choked out.

“Aw,” Saphyre said with false concern. “You don’t recognize your dear parents. The people that fed you, that clothed, that loved you more than they can vocalize? Oh, that’s right,” he said as if in realization. “That’s because they didn’t! You were nothing to them except an accident! They threw you in that dreaded place the first chance they got,” Saphyre said with a sickeningly sadistic laugh. “Are you getting what I’m trying to tell you yet?” He inquired while walking up to Syre and gently knocking on his head. “No one gives!

Syre lowered his head further. He could feel it again, Saphyre’s debilitating logic. He could feel the yearn from the darkness calling him back to it’s cold embrace. Another figure appeared in front of him, this time clearly identifiable as Tom.

“Ah, yes. He’s the perfect example of the core of this world. He doesn’t like you very much, huh? I don’t think he would spit in your direction if you, I don’t know, saved his life or something along those lines,” he said in a scholarly manner walking next to the dark clone, pulling it’s dreads. “Nice hair, though.”

After that the figure disappeared, two more replacing it. As they phased in, Syre saw Georg and Gustav. “You probably think these two care about you, at least a little right? Wrong! They, make up the most of that accursed world, merely putting up with your hindering existence out of social inclinations. As a matter of fact they are probably expecting you to be gone pretty soon, as if a mere cold.”

“B-but, he,” Syre interjected, only to be cut off once more as Bill replaced the other dark replications.

“Who? This guy? Please, he is perhaps the worst of what you could find in that place. Once he’s done with you, he’ll probably throw you off without even stopping the bus. You could have been free of these people and everyone else like them,” Saphyre said, shaking his head once more. Then he had a horribly cunning smile. “You could stay, you know, if you want it enough. Or, you could go back to that,” he said grimly pointing to shadowy portal that flashed the horrors of Syre’s life back at him once more. “What do ya say?” Saphyre asked cheerfully, holding out his hand.

“I-I,” he mumbled, a familiar wet stream running down his face once more. Syre was split in half. Why couldn’t he do it? Any other time he probably would have accepted, but what was tethering him to the pain?

Four bright figures began to phase in behind Syre. Bit, by bit, they came to recognizable fruition as the band members. “What?!” Saphyre shouted. “I didn’t do that!” He looked back down at seer who returned the look, his once dull eyes now shining a tranquil blue.

“No!” Syre shouted standing slowly as the darkness all around started to crack, his form beginning to glow. “I won’t go with you! I will stay where I am, I will trust the people that have finally given me hope and I,” he said slowly, feeling this new burst of energy and confidence flow through him. “I want to believe in the light of the human will!” Syre shouted once more as the darkness broke apart leaving only blinding white.

“I hate this color,” Saphyre retorted, his form begging to break as if being blocked by something. “Fine, you will once again have to learn of the biting cold that world has. I will be back to take you when you can no longer take it,” he finished, disappearing completely.

Soon after, a paralyzing snow began to fall and blow. Syre hugged himself close, shivering. He wouldn’t give up so soon. He would believe in Georg, Gustav, Bill, even Simba. Syre huddled in the snow smiling to himself, he would trust in their light.

“Syre!” echoed a familiar voice. “Damn it Syre wake up! Wake up, Syre, please!”
END

[Chibi-wa]

GAH!

-runs at Saphyre with an invisible axe- YOU NO GOOD MOTHER FUCKER! SHUT UP AND LET SYRE BE!
Rawr, stupid being pissing me off.



More? =D

[blackmoon]

*shoves Saphyre in the sack and bashes it repeatedly against a wall* DIE YOU BASTARD!!

[skullgirlxoxo]

*runs in with skittles in hands and falls over own feet*
FOUND IT!!!!
my friend told me about this story!!!!
it's awesome!!!!!!!!

Saphyre youuuu mothr *beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep*

awesome job!!