- Invitation Status
- Looking for partners
- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per day
- Multiple posts per week
- One post per week
- Slow As Molasses
- Online Availability
- On fairly regularly, every day. I'll notice a PM almost immediately. Replies come randomly.
- Writing Levels
- Adept
- Advanced
- Preferred Character Gender
- Primarily Prefer Male
- No Preferences
- Genres
- High fantasy is my personal favorite, followed closely by modern fantasy and post-apocalyptic, but I can happily play in any genre if the plot is good enough.
For nearly a minute after Silvia spoke to him, Jay was silent. Several times he opened his mouth, thinking he was ready to begins speaking, but at some point between his brain and his mouth the words got lost, and he found himself closing his mouth again, able to release nothing more than an exhalation of breath.
If you don't tell her, I will.
No
Then tell her something. Now. I'm tired of waiting.
There were some things you just didn't dare ignore. He didn't look up as he started speaking. He left his head bent forward, speaking towards the floor.
"I don't remember the point where I started to distinguish... it... from my own thoughts. It wasn't that obtrusive at first, and the transition was gradual. Nor do I remember when exactly it started telling me things that I wouldn't think myself. But I do remember the first time I learned that the things this voice was telling me were true."
At the time, Jay had been working at a small, local theater. The place wasn't part of a chain, and the person who managed it was also the owner. Because of that things were generally laid back. Far more laid back than they would have been at a large chain theater, where reputation was everything. The manager was good to his employees. He paid above minimum wage, and so long as the customers didn't complain he let them get away with a lot of things.
"I got fired from the theater about a week ago. I called to let you know. But there was a reason I left the full details a little vague." Slowly Jay filled in the gaps in the story of his firing, cleanly fitting together the pieces that hadn't seemed to quite lay together smoothly in his last rendition of the tale. Now he didn't skirt or distract. He barely even gave Sil a chance to speak. A part of him was afraid to stop speaking. They had never lied to each other. Their relationship was built upon trust. And Jay was desperately afraid that his omission of the truth would turn Silvia against him.
"From that point onwards... it just continued to grow." He briefly outlined how it seemed as though the dark voice had continued to swell inside of him, how its "advice" had become more poignant and more aggressive. "I knew it was getting... closer. Stronger almost. But there was nothing I could do. I knew I wasn't insane, but no one was going to believe that." His eyes were sad as he finally looked up at Silvia. "Even you. Can you honestly say you would have believed me if I told you that there was a magic voice in my head that was telling me to do thing?" He let out a self-mocking snort, and lowered his eyes once more. There was no accusation in his voice against Silvia. It wasn't her fault. If their situations had been reversed he wasn't sure he would be handling this as calmly as she was.
"This morning, things felt... different. It was as though... I don't know. As though things were finally... ready. I tried to run away, but I guess there is no running away from yourself." He was silent for another moment, and it was clear from some sort of shifting in the air that he was done speaking. But a moment later his head lifted again. Something foreign flashed in his eyes. He uncurled from his fetal position against the wall, and lounged comfortably.
"It really is funny that you never realized how perfect you were." For a moment it seemed as though he was still speaking to Sil, but there was something off about his words. Something off with his inflection. There was no doubt that it was Jay's voice, but it didn't seem like Jay. And a moment later that belief was made into a certainty.
"Jaylon," he crooned, voice soft and endearing. In some ways it sounded like the way a person would say the name of their lover, but there was something wrong about that too. Something cruel and twisted and sadistically possessive.
"This little experiment had had hundreds, thousands, maybe even millions of trials, scattered all through time and space. And it never worked. Something always went wrong. But I never gave up hope because I knew, somewhere in that vast web of time, you were waiting for me.
All that time we were waiting for things to be, what did you call it? Ready? All that time I was running my tests. They were so mild that you can't connect them, even now. That time the popcorn popped bright yellow, the hundred dollar bill that the man insisted had been a ten only a couple of seconds ago, the one knife you'd had for years that was suddenly too long to fit in its slot. All of that was me seeing if you were going to break like all the others under the weight of my power. But you didn't."
There was a moment of echoing silence, but Sil would find herself unable to speak, even if she tried. The dark voice had not yet finished its monologue.
"Those moments where I offered you the pieces of information, those little tastes of power, they were tests as well, just of a different kind. I wanted to see how receptive you would be to me. And you weren't. But I don't mind. I live for a good challenge." The voice's borrowed eyes had been directed inwards, towards Jay, but now they changed focus. It almost seemed as though her brother was looking straight through her. But it was the eyes of a monster that looked deep within her.
"You are mine to now, just as much as he is," he told her, "albeit in a different way. Right now you are the only thing saving him. But someday you'll be the very thing that breaks him. You'll fight that destiny too." He grinned at her, feral and cold. "But that is just another part of the challenge."
There was a resounding silence, and then suddenly Jay slumped sideways, all of the life seeming to slip out of him. He crashed heavily into the floor, unresisting. Sil might not believe it, but he was fine. Physically there was nothing to keep him from pushing himself up. But at that moment he didn't have the will to move.
Why? There was no protest in the question, no accusation, and barely even a taste of curiosity.
Things are going to get a lot weirder than this, my little bird. If she is going to break easily, I want to know it now.
If you don't tell her, I will.
No
Then tell her something. Now. I'm tired of waiting.
There were some things you just didn't dare ignore. He didn't look up as he started speaking. He left his head bent forward, speaking towards the floor.
"I don't remember the point where I started to distinguish... it... from my own thoughts. It wasn't that obtrusive at first, and the transition was gradual. Nor do I remember when exactly it started telling me things that I wouldn't think myself. But I do remember the first time I learned that the things this voice was telling me were true."
At the time, Jay had been working at a small, local theater. The place wasn't part of a chain, and the person who managed it was also the owner. Because of that things were generally laid back. Far more laid back than they would have been at a large chain theater, where reputation was everything. The manager was good to his employees. He paid above minimum wage, and so long as the customers didn't complain he let them get away with a lot of things.
"I got fired from the theater about a week ago. I called to let you know. But there was a reason I left the full details a little vague." Slowly Jay filled in the gaps in the story of his firing, cleanly fitting together the pieces that hadn't seemed to quite lay together smoothly in his last rendition of the tale. Now he didn't skirt or distract. He barely even gave Sil a chance to speak. A part of him was afraid to stop speaking. They had never lied to each other. Their relationship was built upon trust. And Jay was desperately afraid that his omission of the truth would turn Silvia against him.
"From that point onwards... it just continued to grow." He briefly outlined how it seemed as though the dark voice had continued to swell inside of him, how its "advice" had become more poignant and more aggressive. "I knew it was getting... closer. Stronger almost. But there was nothing I could do. I knew I wasn't insane, but no one was going to believe that." His eyes were sad as he finally looked up at Silvia. "Even you. Can you honestly say you would have believed me if I told you that there was a magic voice in my head that was telling me to do thing?" He let out a self-mocking snort, and lowered his eyes once more. There was no accusation in his voice against Silvia. It wasn't her fault. If their situations had been reversed he wasn't sure he would be handling this as calmly as she was.
"This morning, things felt... different. It was as though... I don't know. As though things were finally... ready. I tried to run away, but I guess there is no running away from yourself." He was silent for another moment, and it was clear from some sort of shifting in the air that he was done speaking. But a moment later his head lifted again. Something foreign flashed in his eyes. He uncurled from his fetal position against the wall, and lounged comfortably.
"It really is funny that you never realized how perfect you were." For a moment it seemed as though he was still speaking to Sil, but there was something off about his words. Something off with his inflection. There was no doubt that it was Jay's voice, but it didn't seem like Jay. And a moment later that belief was made into a certainty.
"Jaylon," he crooned, voice soft and endearing. In some ways it sounded like the way a person would say the name of their lover, but there was something wrong about that too. Something cruel and twisted and sadistically possessive.
"This little experiment had had hundreds, thousands, maybe even millions of trials, scattered all through time and space. And it never worked. Something always went wrong. But I never gave up hope because I knew, somewhere in that vast web of time, you were waiting for me.
All that time we were waiting for things to be, what did you call it? Ready? All that time I was running my tests. They were so mild that you can't connect them, even now. That time the popcorn popped bright yellow, the hundred dollar bill that the man insisted had been a ten only a couple of seconds ago, the one knife you'd had for years that was suddenly too long to fit in its slot. All of that was me seeing if you were going to break like all the others under the weight of my power. But you didn't."
There was a moment of echoing silence, but Sil would find herself unable to speak, even if she tried. The dark voice had not yet finished its monologue.
"Those moments where I offered you the pieces of information, those little tastes of power, they were tests as well, just of a different kind. I wanted to see how receptive you would be to me. And you weren't. But I don't mind. I live for a good challenge." The voice's borrowed eyes had been directed inwards, towards Jay, but now they changed focus. It almost seemed as though her brother was looking straight through her. But it was the eyes of a monster that looked deep within her.
"You are mine to now, just as much as he is," he told her, "albeit in a different way. Right now you are the only thing saving him. But someday you'll be the very thing that breaks him. You'll fight that destiny too." He grinned at her, feral and cold. "But that is just another part of the challenge."
There was a resounding silence, and then suddenly Jay slumped sideways, all of the life seeming to slip out of him. He crashed heavily into the floor, unresisting. Sil might not believe it, but he was fine. Physically there was nothing to keep him from pushing himself up. But at that moment he didn't have the will to move.
Why? There was no protest in the question, no accusation, and barely even a taste of curiosity.
Things are going to get a lot weirder than this, my little bird. If she is going to break easily, I want to know it now.