The Waking of the MadMan
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The Waking of the MadMan
Disclaimer: Yes, I own exactly JACK SHIT….so stop fucking rubbing it in *authoress storms away*
Title: The Waking of The MadMan
A/N: Even though i don't directly say it, the main character is Kura and it's set in the past... I chose Ka cause i like the sound it, plus it fits in with the story.
ENJOY!
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Roll over, shut my eyes tight and play dead. That was the strategy. If I rolled over I wouldn’t see it, if I shut my eyes it wouldn’t see me and if I played dead then I wouldn’t feel it. But the hole was there, three inches deep in my tiny little body and the blindness of indifference and death was coming for its prize. I wouldn’t be playing for very long, I was going numb.
There was a sea all around, a river of red washing away the once lively corpses scattered along the gooey sand. A sea of red being soaked in was marring the beauty of the sand that had been golden but moments ago…and the sun was laughing as it drifted to its death bed: the orange, red and purple cuts in the sky. It would die and bleed all its light…only to rise again tomorrow. And I would die. Die and eaten by a thousands of little creatures, and they’d feed on my flesh chew and gnaw on me until nothing was left of but rotten skin, stench and crimson stained bones. This was my destiny… This was the reason I was born. To close my eyes and fade away into black emptiness…Indifference… and death.*Ka…they called me Ka, before it started raining red, before our one world was ripped apart, before I watched each of them being torn limb from limp; before I heard the cracking of bones and the tearing of skin I had once held in my fragile little arms.
And now *Tefnut watches me, her tears touching my skin as Nut creeps above me to shroud the sticky, wet sea of red in darkness. Tapping...Tefnut taps on my shoulder, on my arms, on my legs, she cries in the gushing hole in my side and she touches my face and weeps for me… and she tries to wash away the truth of life, the truth of death…the truth that in our great and holy kingdom life is only as real as a whim will allow in our pharaoh’s dreams, and only just as fleeting.
I would cry for my fate…but I cannot cry anymore. I would beg for mercy, but were I to live, I would die inside. I have nothing left to live for, my people lay in scattered pools of blood around me, their bodies heaped and heaped and heaped around me. And their blood has turned Geb to mush, mush into which I slowly begin to sink. I will die. It is fate. And so I roll over, I close my eyes and lie patiently waiting for my death to end. But then I hear something…a cry. Crying: sweet, soft, silent crying. Desperate begging. Constant fighting…And somehow I know I must move. And so I do, I scramble towards the desperate wailing, towards the voice I thought I would never hear again.
I rest my eyes on her, her once mocha skin is now pale with looming death and as I reach forward and grasp her hand and its colder then any desert’s night winds. I closed my eyes and this time I feel the rage in the pit of my belly bubbled up to the surface. I feel it sear from the darkest pits in my being and burn through my throat like acid. I roar a sound that carries vehemence through to the empty distance. A single tear appears and spills down my cheek as I look at the girl in front of me as the lights in her eyes flicker. She is leaving me and this sea of bodies around me that used to be my family. She would go, as they were gone and I’d be left here –no, I won’t be left here, I glance at the gapping whole in my belly and my hands clutch pathetically at it…I won’t be here at all.
“Please sweet one” I whispered to “Please…Please…” but her eyes begin to close and I began to cry tears I thought I no longer had and to beg with words I thought I’d lost. I grasp her hand as I scramble forward on the muddied, bloodied ground. My white hair is caked with gore and blood and mud and it sticks to my face, when I move I can feel the hole in my stomach strain and rip with every movement I make yet I feel no pain and because I have to hold her, my love, my life. I have to keep her alive. “Please” I beg again…But what can I ask that she can give me? What question is there that she can answer? There is nothing. So I sit here and plead and cry by her side, my blood flooding on her already gore caked body and I beg. I don’t know what for…not until she looks at me and with the last of her strength he reached her hand to my face, caressed my cheek and with her dying breath he whispered “Ka you are my life…and through you, in death or life…I will live again.”
Epiphany…her words brought an epiphany and I understood. I am Ka…I am her life. Through me she will live, I can giver her life. I can…I had seen it done before, I had seen my father do it to my mother many times…And I wondered why. And now I understood, mother had always said Father was her life, and he did it to her all the time. Gathering my strength I begin to shift her skirt over her hips as I did the same to mine, and I guide my soft member into her, making her dying and weak body flail beneath me. And I move, thrashing and bucking and screaming for all I am worth, tears spraying down my cheeks, even as my member begins to harden within her slowly from the friction I am creating over and over again. I scream and scream and scream even as I see the life leave her body and the little squirming she had been doing completely stop. But I didn’t, I was her life and she would live through me. I am Ka, and I will give her soul back…for a second she will live again through me. I thrust and grab her shoulders raising her off the ground a little in order to place my lips against her cold ones. I kiss her hard and brutally before letting her body splash against the crimson sand. The blood and mud splashes up and onto my face as she hit the floor and I smell it, I smell her life and I bend down to lick the corrupted sand and I taste her life and the life of my people, even as a new feeling begins flowing through me. I can feel the wound in my belly bleeding, I can feel the pain it causes shoot through me and I know that I am alive. Yes, I can feel this pain, I can feel my blood…I will not die. I continue to thrust into the corps below me until I felt the organ shudder within her and a shoot off, and it seems I’m flying for a minute before my body goes limp. I lay on top of her, as the world sinks to dark and I drift off into emptiness knowing that like sun…I will rise again.
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Um, hey…I don’t know whether this should be a one-shot or not…*shrug* it will probably be a one shot…^_^ Hope you enjoyed it though. Don’t resist the review button… I’ll only hate you for it.
*Ka was originally believed to represent ‘male potency’ but then came to represent the life force of a person in ancient Egypt; it left the body after death.
*Tefnut means sky spit (rain) and was the goddess of the sky.
*Nut is the goddess of the sky, usually the night sky
*Geb means earth and is the god of earth (as in sand not the planet) ^_^
Title: The Waking of The MadMan
A/N: Even though i don't directly say it, the main character is Kura and it's set in the past... I chose Ka cause i like the sound it, plus it fits in with the story.
ENJOY!
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Roll over, shut my eyes tight and play dead. That was the strategy. If I rolled over I wouldn’t see it, if I shut my eyes it wouldn’t see me and if I played dead then I wouldn’t feel it. But the hole was there, three inches deep in my tiny little body and the blindness of indifference and death was coming for its prize. I wouldn’t be playing for very long, I was going numb.
There was a sea all around, a river of red washing away the once lively corpses scattered along the gooey sand. A sea of red being soaked in was marring the beauty of the sand that had been golden but moments ago…and the sun was laughing as it drifted to its death bed: the orange, red and purple cuts in the sky. It would die and bleed all its light…only to rise again tomorrow. And I would die. Die and eaten by a thousands of little creatures, and they’d feed on my flesh chew and gnaw on me until nothing was left of but rotten skin, stench and crimson stained bones. This was my destiny… This was the reason I was born. To close my eyes and fade away into black emptiness…Indifference… and death.*Ka…they called me Ka, before it started raining red, before our one world was ripped apart, before I watched each of them being torn limb from limp; before I heard the cracking of bones and the tearing of skin I had once held in my fragile little arms.
And now *Tefnut watches me, her tears touching my skin as Nut creeps above me to shroud the sticky, wet sea of red in darkness. Tapping...Tefnut taps on my shoulder, on my arms, on my legs, she cries in the gushing hole in my side and she touches my face and weeps for me… and she tries to wash away the truth of life, the truth of death…the truth that in our great and holy kingdom life is only as real as a whim will allow in our pharaoh’s dreams, and only just as fleeting.
I would cry for my fate…but I cannot cry anymore. I would beg for mercy, but were I to live, I would die inside. I have nothing left to live for, my people lay in scattered pools of blood around me, their bodies heaped and heaped and heaped around me. And their blood has turned Geb to mush, mush into which I slowly begin to sink. I will die. It is fate. And so I roll over, I close my eyes and lie patiently waiting for my death to end. But then I hear something…a cry. Crying: sweet, soft, silent crying. Desperate begging. Constant fighting…And somehow I know I must move. And so I do, I scramble towards the desperate wailing, towards the voice I thought I would never hear again.
I rest my eyes on her, her once mocha skin is now pale with looming death and as I reach forward and grasp her hand and its colder then any desert’s night winds. I closed my eyes and this time I feel the rage in the pit of my belly bubbled up to the surface. I feel it sear from the darkest pits in my being and burn through my throat like acid. I roar a sound that carries vehemence through to the empty distance. A single tear appears and spills down my cheek as I look at the girl in front of me as the lights in her eyes flicker. She is leaving me and this sea of bodies around me that used to be my family. She would go, as they were gone and I’d be left here –no, I won’t be left here, I glance at the gapping whole in my belly and my hands clutch pathetically at it…I won’t be here at all.
“Please sweet one” I whispered to “Please…Please…” but her eyes begin to close and I began to cry tears I thought I no longer had and to beg with words I thought I’d lost. I grasp her hand as I scramble forward on the muddied, bloodied ground. My white hair is caked with gore and blood and mud and it sticks to my face, when I move I can feel the hole in my stomach strain and rip with every movement I make yet I feel no pain and because I have to hold her, my love, my life. I have to keep her alive. “Please” I beg again…But what can I ask that she can give me? What question is there that she can answer? There is nothing. So I sit here and plead and cry by her side, my blood flooding on her already gore caked body and I beg. I don’t know what for…not until she looks at me and with the last of her strength he reached her hand to my face, caressed my cheek and with her dying breath he whispered “Ka you are my life…and through you, in death or life…I will live again.”
Epiphany…her words brought an epiphany and I understood. I am Ka…I am her life. Through me she will live, I can giver her life. I can…I had seen it done before, I had seen my father do it to my mother many times…And I wondered why. And now I understood, mother had always said Father was her life, and he did it to her all the time. Gathering my strength I begin to shift her skirt over her hips as I did the same to mine, and I guide my soft member into her, making her dying and weak body flail beneath me. And I move, thrashing and bucking and screaming for all I am worth, tears spraying down my cheeks, even as my member begins to harden within her slowly from the friction I am creating over and over again. I scream and scream and scream even as I see the life leave her body and the little squirming she had been doing completely stop. But I didn’t, I was her life and she would live through me. I am Ka, and I will give her soul back…for a second she will live again through me. I thrust and grab her shoulders raising her off the ground a little in order to place my lips against her cold ones. I kiss her hard and brutally before letting her body splash against the crimson sand. The blood and mud splashes up and onto my face as she hit the floor and I smell it, I smell her life and I bend down to lick the corrupted sand and I taste her life and the life of my people, even as a new feeling begins flowing through me. I can feel the wound in my belly bleeding, I can feel the pain it causes shoot through me and I know that I am alive. Yes, I can feel this pain, I can feel my blood…I will not die. I continue to thrust into the corps below me until I felt the organ shudder within her and a shoot off, and it seems I’m flying for a minute before my body goes limp. I lay on top of her, as the world sinks to dark and I drift off into emptiness knowing that like sun…I will rise again.
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Um, hey…I don’t know whether this should be a one-shot or not…*shrug* it will probably be a one shot…^_^ Hope you enjoyed it though. Don’t resist the review button… I’ll only hate you for it.
*Ka was originally believed to represent ‘male potency’ but then came to represent the life force of a person in ancient Egypt; it left the body after death.
*Tefnut means sky spit (rain) and was the goddess of the sky.
*Nut is the goddess of the sky, usually the night sky
*Geb means earth and is the god of earth (as in sand not the planet) ^_^