This is a VERY DARK fic that Gemma wouldn't rest until I posted.  And
wouldn't you know it, I sent a blank page earlier.  whoops. 

Comment only if you are brave enough.  I'll understand silence, really.
As always, my muse is to blame for everything I post.  And since I'm not
in an explaining mood, think what you will. 

Jade
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Into Oblivion
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The dark surroundings chill you to the bone.  Looking around, unable to
see anything in the fading light, you can feel your heart beating fiercely
in your chest.  You know that somewhere out there the creature lurks, just
waiting for you to make a mistake.

Dragging your fingers along the wall, you pay the slimy residue no mind as
you listen intently for what you fear may be lurking behind you.  The
forbidden scrape of dirt, the muddled sound of a harsh voice fills your
senses.  He's coming.

Picking up your pace, you glance back over your shoulder to see nothing
out of the ordinary.  Your heart skips a beat as a gentle breeze blows
through the darkness, caressing your skin with the utmost care.  You know
for a fact that you can't escape your destiny.

Suddenly, you stop.  All things halting in the blink of an eye as you feel
the coolness of death before you.  Many things you have known over the
span of time and yet, you couldn't foresee your own destruction.  What
would happen to you now?  Was this your final end?  Were you to be
abandoned to life itself in the hopes of carrying on in the afterlife?

Within seconds, you drop to your knees, huddling close to your warmth as
the darkness descends upon you.  Not sure what would come of this last
fight for freedom, you feel the ground shift beneath you and your feet
meet nothing.  Falling swiftly through the an opening, you peer up, your
hair flying around your face to see the briefest of outline, the smallest
hint of evil staring down at you with the most wicked smile you could
possibly imagine.

Hitting the ground with a thud, your body aches as you try to get to your
feet.  The wind knocked out of you, your breathing comes hard, pulling
yourself together as you try desperately to find a way out.  You need to
escape, you need to get away from the certain death that follows every
move you make.

A gentle laugh fills your ears and you search the darkness.  Feeling as
though your world is soon to end, you take a step forward only to feel a
touch on your shoulder.  Spinning around, you see nothing, yet you can
sense evil lurking not far away.  Your first instinct is to run; hide from
what searches to take control, and yet you're paralyzed with fear.

"When will you learn?" a voice whispers, a certain deliberate tone lacing
the words.  A subtle chill settles around you without warning.

"Wha-?" you begin, rubbing your hands up and down your arms.

"Shhhh....." the voice whispers as a gentle touch finds your cheek.

Jerking away, your eyes wide with fear, you're instantly on your feet,
backing away toward the wall.  In an instant your feet leave the ground
without warning as you're tossed like a rag doll toward the wall.  Hitting
it harshly with your back, you catch your breath briefly before being
lifted up again.

"What do you want?!" you scream, your voice echoing through the chamber.

"Don't you know?" the soft voice asks, a flickering hint of evil sinking
into your senses.

You know now that death is calling and you have nothing to give but your
life.  If it be the will of existence, you shall die today and you only
hope that fate will be merciful and make it a swift end.  As your body
aches, trying to get to your feet one last time, you feel the light of
heaven descending upon you, warming you with it's brilliance.

"Not yet precious," the voice calls, pulling you from the warmth of the
afterlife back into the horrid shock of reality.  As you realize that evil
has yet to let you pass on, that he's toying with you, you feel as though
you want to cry.  Your body burns and aches from the recent abrasions
you've suffered. 

"Why don't you just kill me?!" you scream, pleading for death, wanting it
to come all to quickly to wipe away the pain.

"I don't want to kill you just yet," the voice purrs softly, a hand
clasping down hard on your shoulder.  "I want to wrangle every ounce of
pain I can from you.  I want you to feel the despair I felt so many years
ago..." the voice trails off.  

"I don't understand," you whisper, your breathing coming in gasps of fear.
As suddenly as flower withers from heat, your shoulder burns
excruciatingly.  Pulsating heat tears through your upper body as though a
hand is trying to push it's way through your skin and into existence.
Screaming in agony, your will is broken, your body bends to be melded into
a new form;  a shape worthy of evil itself. 

Bloody fingers emerge, reaching up to the dark sky, wanting the grimness
of it's surrounding to bathe it in exquisite glory.  The birth of darkness
is now at hand, and you lie there unable to stop it from happening.  The
agony ripping through your limbs tears at your senses, causing you the
greatest pain imaginable. 

Abruptly the tearing sensation ends and you wearily open your eyes to see
a man standing before you.  A wicked grin lighting his features, he kneels
at your side, looking you over and smiling.  Reaching out slender fingers,
he touches your shoulder gingerly, as though he wants to help.  Only an
instant later he squeezes it with all his might, sneering at your face as
you cry out in pain.

Moving in close, his breath falls hot across your ear.  "You'll be my
first conquest," he whispers, laughing haughtily at the statement that
fills your eyes before wrapping your hair around his fingers. 

In an instant he takes you, ripping you inside and out with his lust
ridden hatred.  Pumping you harshly, he can think of nothing more
pleasurable than inflicting pain and suffering.  Your moaning falls on his
ears, part pain, part pleasure, and he can't stop himself from enjoying
the moment.  You've given him your life, your soul, your essence and now
he takes your last breath as his own, swallowing your life within a
moment's bliss. 

As suddenly as it had begun, it ends.  The circle is now complete.  Your
life's glow finally fading into oblivion, not carrying on for the torment
of the harsh cruelties that surrounded you.  Your last breath falls
gallantly as your body gives in to the end, letting the warmth of death
take over and show you on to your next life, hoping it better than this
one.
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