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RP Prompt 1
You are not a normal Hylian. You were magically made by an evil organization. How do you feel. Do you feel fake, and hatred? Or alone? Will you take revenge on those whom made your life a living lie?
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I feel… strange. As if something is pulsating through me. I can’t explain it… How can I? I feel so lost and confused. So many emotions going through my head at once. It’s driving me to the breaking point. These hands… do not feel real. They do not feel as if they belong to me. And this body… feels like a machine. Something beyond my control but is something that only I can possess. I can feel the power surging through me in every vein of my body, driving me and keeping me alive. But at this point, I wouldn’t exactly define myself as “alive,” for what am I really? What am I but an experiment? A hand-made puppet for some vile organization. No. I am not a puppet. I am my own person, damn it! These hands, this body, and the power that goes with it! It’s all mine!
But still… It is because of that wretched place with its wretched people that I am alive, if I could really call myself that. They gave me life… But what kind of a life it is to be a copy? A mere distorted image of something else? Who deserves that kind of life? That life that promises to be a lie and a mirage and nothing more. …Apparently, I do. What have I done to deserve it, though? If anything, they are the ones who should have this fate! This cruel, helpless, hate-filled, useless life! I hate it! I hate everything about it! Why did I deserve such a cursed fate?!
My mind is swimming with thoughts that I can not control. Thoughts of anger and of hatred… and of revenge. Yes… Revenge. Against those horrible people who created me… Those monsters who made me as some twisted powerhouse! I am all alone… All alone in this world. Who could ever show me any compassion? Why would they? I am a freak of nature. Nothing but a clone! They are frightened of me, I can tell. And the should be. I have powers even I do not understand. These powers make me strong and they make me who I am. If I have been so “blessed” as to possess this immense power, why should I not use it? …Use it against those bastards who created me as their toy, tossing me around like some child’s lowly plaything. Well, now I will be the one who will play. With this power at my command, there is nothing I can not accomplish and no one who can stand in my way.
And yet... There is something holding me back. Something that's staying my arm before the final blow. It feels... almost subconscious. As if there is a small voice in the very back of my mind telling me to stop, think, and reconsider. The voice... I can hear it clearly now. It's like... It sounds like... the voice of a young girl. A young girl who I knew a very long time ago... B-but how can that be possible? I know of no little girls! They would all be frightened of me! I'm a clone, for the Goddess' sake! A monster! Who in their right mind would ever show someone like me compassion?! I must be going crazy. ...But still... The voice stays in the back of my mind. It's... It's becoming too much. These emotions, this deadly power, these thoughts of revenge and this voice! I want it to stop! Make it all stop! Oh, Goddesses... What I would give to be a normal Hylian! I don't want the voices! I don't want the power! I don't want any of it!
What did I do to deserve this?!
 An Original Username · Sun Feb 28, 2010 @ 08:15am · 0 Comments |
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