Tag
Dedicated to Neko-chan because she glomped me for my other stories ^^; (and it's Yami no Malik centric…so…)
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They're screaming.
They're screaming because of him, because he is after them.
All of them.
Of course, he can't get them all at once; he doesn't even have to.
One person will fair fine, the others are only pretty dolls and substitutes.
But…he doesn't want to get one.
Why one?
Such a plain number, so dull and useless; one would ruin all the fun. Higher numbers are all the more complicated; they are all the more exhilarating, giving a -much- more entertaining incident than one.
And naturally, many screams can sound out a single, desolate scream.
So many little marionettes running from him…
Isn't this fun?
Of course it is. Why wouldn't it be?
It's hard to catch them though. They should slow down for him.
Too bad.
They despise him, you know. They hate –him-.
They run away, run far away from him, screaming their cries of hate and hope and fear and ecstasy. They must flee from him, escape from the clutches of this dirty, horrid monster.
This angel who was cast from the evils of heaven and hell, molded into this, this vile, disgusting creature of the dark. This fiend who chases them, reaching with his stained fingers and tainted soul.
Don't you feel sorry for him?
Or are you just another, another puppet running from him, praying that he will never catch you?
Because if he does, then you will understand this pain of his, this sorrow; you will learn all he has learned.
You will become the monster that everyone fears. The monster that chases them all, hiding his anguish in a little black box that has become its heart.
You don't want to know, do you? No one wants to know the thoughts, the feelings of a horrid creature like that.
It's too painful, isn't it?
So…so…painful.
…
You can't, can you. You don't want to be touched by it, don't want to empathize it.
To depart to a land of happiness and joy, where nothing is diseased by agony, by forgotten memories – where naiveté dominates all; that is what you want.
Sweet misery.
…
They're screaming again.
Worried screams.
He's catching up to one. Only one.
Closer…and closer…
"Get away! Get away!"
"Run!"
"Don't let him get you!"
The other's weak now, panting and gasping for breath. But he's still running.
He's afraid of knowing.
He wants to be forgotten.
Such a shame…
The screams have stopped.
He whips around, livid pools of lavender widening with shock, with hate, his hair is dampened by sweat.
A small giggle echoes emptily from the latter, a sadistic smirk finding his chapped lips as a glitter sparkled in the once-dull irises.
"You're it."
A simple-minded game; that is all it was.
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Wow O_o; That wasn't really my intention *wings things*. --; This stupid PWP has been stuck in my head for some reason (have another drabble ready for the keyboard to type too). I just thought one day, for no reason, "tag", and poof, here it was (after several days, of course).
X___x exaggerates WAY too much (tag isn't REALLY like that).
Anyway, whoever can guess who "it" and his victim was gets cookies XD It should be reeeeeally easy.
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July 27, 2003
P.S. Thanks to Ozark (Zoe-chan =D) for reading it over. Anyone else who feels like they can beta-read REALLY well is welcome to judge this XD Just email me your comments.