“This man was a monster, much like you are, mister,” she continued as she began to unleash her hands from their whitening hold.
Her knuckles regained the blood necessary to flow. She let the palms of her hands fall softly over both of his cheeks as she dragged them down his face.
She watched them outline his jaw before tracing down onto his chest.
“But aren’t we all monsters?”
With her hands braced against his chest, she thrust her arms forward, causing the man to stumble backwards and land on his rear in the dirt beneath him.
He struggled to maintain a better position, attempting hastily to stand, but to no avail. He was prone to harm and this was something that functioned the fear that bubbled inside someone.
He began to squirm before attaining an advantage. He took a hand full of dirt and threw it up into the air.
The impact was severe, causing Lenz to lose her vision. It was blurry, clouded, the dust infiltrating her orbs and scratching at her cornea. She cried out, wiping at her eyes with the back of her hands.
The man took this moment as a time for escape, he attained a decent posture, leaning on his knee to bring himself upwards before he turned on his lying leg and sprung forward, launching for the direction of civilization.
The woman was finally able to dislodge all debris from her eyes and just in time to see the man run off. She planted one foot into the surface of the earth before springing to life as well. She sprinted, digging the balls of her feet into the ground for a faster approach.
Soon she was directly behind the man, before she made the rational decision to jump onto him. She lunged forward and managed to tackle his brute size to the ground.
He struggled with her weight a top him, and this was obvious to be expected, therefore she had a contingency plan. She opened her clenched hand so that her palm was facing upwards. Her other hand was used to restrain the right hand of her captive.
With her exposed hand, she formulated her Djed, feeling the essence pulse through the capillaries in her physic. She called to it before conjuring up another liquid spherical object of res. With this new res, she twisted her wrist so that her hand was on top before bringing it back to the original position.
Only this time, the res of which was on top again was conjoined with a large amount of swirling air.
“You see this?” she inquired.
The man did not relinquish his capability to struggle from her latent manacles. She proposed a threat, configuring any alternative given the possibility of a raw outcome.
Her eagerness to create more magic subsided, as she forced the thoughts to the back of her mind. Although, she was sure it would come back to haunt her momentarily.
“Do you see this?” she growled, louder than before.
Finally, she achieved his attention. His eyes snapped to look into hers of which had grown darker with anger and major impatience.
“This spherical orb of transparent attributes is a crafted form from the element of air. As well is it your death if you chose to disobey my orders.”
Her tone was merging on the curb of insane authority. She was still straddling the man, her eyes like adhesive, glued to the thug’s face.
“I did not get to finish my story,” she chortled.
She let herself off of the man before standing only a mere three feet from his prostrate position on the ground.
She continued to hold her weapon in her hand. Her pupils were dilated, but her mouth was open rather wide as she began to speak again.
“My story,” she started, “This man, this monster, he was such as you are. He fed off of other’s displeasure, satisfying himself with the affection of those he saw with deign. He was a creature of evilness so grand even the god of hatred and demise would look down upon him. This man tried to kill me, but alas, he was too weak. I had something up my sleeve, so to speak. It wasn’t this orb of destruction, no, it was something far more tangible. It was a dagger and I used this dagger to slice into the man’s soft flesh. It was like cutting into the skin of an apple and peeling away the outer layers to expose the inward truths.”
She closed her eyes and rocked back of her heels, reveling at the reminiscence of the time of the brute’s death.
“I carved into his body the way a predatory animal would tear into the meat of its prey. It was relieving, alleviating all that bothered me. However, during the time I was also the weak one. I denied ever having murdered that man. The thought of doing such a cruel deed began to haunt me until one day I was forced to accept the task I had accomplished. I had killed someone for the first time and it made me feel wonderful. It was an act of rebellion, but also one of survival.”
Her philosophy, to some, would seem harsh and unjust, but to others it might seem perpetually correct and dignified. To her, she could care less.
What she spoke was the bleeding truth, spilling its fluids into her ears and washing into her eardrums, past them and into her brain where it stuck like plastered, glued to the lobe that conceived emotions and reasoning.
“You see, the humans even the hybrids bred from two racial differences are born into misery. It is our being to become selfish, jealous and angry towards those around us. It is our destiny to cause desolation to those we hate. Therefore, as I have been assigned, you are the one I have come to despise, hence the reason I am standing over you with a threat. I hold the power, and what do you hold?”
She leant over him, opening her eyes and spitting out the words, “You hold nothing but the tears behind your eyelids, the whimpers dying to be released from beneath your quivering lips.”
It was the reality of the world and whether it was feasible to be faced with open minds and ajar hearts was nothing of her problem. She had her own issues to be dealt with.
She was dealing one currently.
“You are a withering coward, a whim of the existence of evil of which has never properly prospered. You seek others with contempt and with this bottled up torment; you expel it upon those you see weaker than yourself. You’re a fool, therefore, you need to die.”
The man tore into an outburst of cries, begging for mercy or any sort of leniency. He even spoke of a gods’ name, that of which the necklace he wore portrayed. He worshipped someone whom couldn’t save him.
Lenz chuckled sinisterly.
“I’m not done with my story,” she scowled. “You will be silent or else my friend here will slip into your crevasse of a mouth and burst open your larynx, ejecting your very presence here.”
It seemed like an overenthusiastic threat, but one she could attempt nonetheless.
“Now, will you allow me to go on?”
The man nodded vehemently.
Her knuckles regained the blood necessary to flow. She let the palms of her hands fall softly over both of his cheeks as she dragged them down his face.
She watched them outline his jaw before tracing down onto his chest.
“But aren’t we all monsters?”
With her hands braced against his chest, she thrust her arms forward, causing the man to stumble backwards and land on his rear in the dirt beneath him.
He struggled to maintain a better position, attempting hastily to stand, but to no avail. He was prone to harm and this was something that functioned the fear that bubbled inside someone.
He began to squirm before attaining an advantage. He took a hand full of dirt and threw it up into the air.
The impact was severe, causing Lenz to lose her vision. It was blurry, clouded, the dust infiltrating her orbs and scratching at her cornea. She cried out, wiping at her eyes with the back of her hands.
The man took this moment as a time for escape, he attained a decent posture, leaning on his knee to bring himself upwards before he turned on his lying leg and sprung forward, launching for the direction of civilization.
The woman was finally able to dislodge all debris from her eyes and just in time to see the man run off. She planted one foot into the surface of the earth before springing to life as well. She sprinted, digging the balls of her feet into the ground for a faster approach.
Soon she was directly behind the man, before she made the rational decision to jump onto him. She lunged forward and managed to tackle his brute size to the ground.
He struggled with her weight a top him, and this was obvious to be expected, therefore she had a contingency plan. She opened her clenched hand so that her palm was facing upwards. Her other hand was used to restrain the right hand of her captive.
With her exposed hand, she formulated her Djed, feeling the essence pulse through the capillaries in her physic. She called to it before conjuring up another liquid spherical object of res. With this new res, she twisted her wrist so that her hand was on top before bringing it back to the original position.
Only this time, the res of which was on top again was conjoined with a large amount of swirling air.
“You see this?” she inquired.
The man did not relinquish his capability to struggle from her latent manacles. She proposed a threat, configuring any alternative given the possibility of a raw outcome.
Her eagerness to create more magic subsided, as she forced the thoughts to the back of her mind. Although, she was sure it would come back to haunt her momentarily.
“Do you see this?” she growled, louder than before.
Finally, she achieved his attention. His eyes snapped to look into hers of which had grown darker with anger and major impatience.
“This spherical orb of transparent attributes is a crafted form from the element of air. As well is it your death if you chose to disobey my orders.”
Her tone was merging on the curb of insane authority. She was still straddling the man, her eyes like adhesive, glued to the thug’s face.
“I did not get to finish my story,” she chortled.
She let herself off of the man before standing only a mere three feet from his prostrate position on the ground.
She continued to hold her weapon in her hand. Her pupils were dilated, but her mouth was open rather wide as she began to speak again.
“My story,” she started, “This man, this monster, he was such as you are. He fed off of other’s displeasure, satisfying himself with the affection of those he saw with deign. He was a creature of evilness so grand even the god of hatred and demise would look down upon him. This man tried to kill me, but alas, he was too weak. I had something up my sleeve, so to speak. It wasn’t this orb of destruction, no, it was something far more tangible. It was a dagger and I used this dagger to slice into the man’s soft flesh. It was like cutting into the skin of an apple and peeling away the outer layers to expose the inward truths.”
She closed her eyes and rocked back of her heels, reveling at the reminiscence of the time of the brute’s death.
“I carved into his body the way a predatory animal would tear into the meat of its prey. It was relieving, alleviating all that bothered me. However, during the time I was also the weak one. I denied ever having murdered that man. The thought of doing such a cruel deed began to haunt me until one day I was forced to accept the task I had accomplished. I had killed someone for the first time and it made me feel wonderful. It was an act of rebellion, but also one of survival.”
Her philosophy, to some, would seem harsh and unjust, but to others it might seem perpetually correct and dignified. To her, she could care less.
What she spoke was the bleeding truth, spilling its fluids into her ears and washing into her eardrums, past them and into her brain where it stuck like plastered, glued to the lobe that conceived emotions and reasoning.
“You see, the humans even the hybrids bred from two racial differences are born into misery. It is our being to become selfish, jealous and angry towards those around us. It is our destiny to cause desolation to those we hate. Therefore, as I have been assigned, you are the one I have come to despise, hence the reason I am standing over you with a threat. I hold the power, and what do you hold?”
She leant over him, opening her eyes and spitting out the words, “You hold nothing but the tears behind your eyelids, the whimpers dying to be released from beneath your quivering lips.”
It was the reality of the world and whether it was feasible to be faced with open minds and ajar hearts was nothing of her problem. She had her own issues to be dealt with.
She was dealing one currently.
“You are a withering coward, a whim of the existence of evil of which has never properly prospered. You seek others with contempt and with this bottled up torment; you expel it upon those you see weaker than yourself. You’re a fool, therefore, you need to die.”
The man tore into an outburst of cries, begging for mercy or any sort of leniency. He even spoke of a gods’ name, that of which the necklace he wore portrayed. He worshipped someone whom couldn’t save him.
Lenz chuckled sinisterly.
“I’m not done with my story,” she scowled. “You will be silent or else my friend here will slip into your crevasse of a mouth and burst open your larynx, ejecting your very presence here.”
It seemed like an overenthusiastic threat, but one she could attempt nonetheless.
“Now, will you allow me to go on?”
The man nodded vehemently.
