(what's this?! a non-pokeyman fic from Shocari?! Oh noes!)(WARNING: THE RELIGIOUS AND POLITICAL VIEWS IN THIS FIC ARE NOT SHARED BY THE AUTHOR.)
Prologue-Let the Flames Begin
Darkness, darkness, darkness...everflowing, everlasting, eternal. To watch it enclose around those drawn into light, to watch it strip them of their faith, teaching them what the truth was: darkness could live with or without light, something that could not fully extinguish it. This image brought rapture to those that had embraced the darkness like one would embrace a kiss from their lover.
The Elders, a large religious group that focused on creating and maintaing good around the country, had recently placed a ban on anyone from practicing anything relating to the dark arts. But Jesse had other ideas...
The last streetlight went out. Perfect. The Elders turned off all streetlights at a certain time every night in order to keep their curfew in place. And also to hopefully impede anyone's vision during the near-total darkness. Jesse wasn't in the slightest bit bothered, he had night vision goggles. He placed them on, turning the black into shades and tints of green. Now able to see, Jesse headed towards the church.
Nobody was allowed in the church after-hours, but the Elders were stupid enought to not lock the place up or set up any security. Just simply walking in and heading towards the center, Jesse entered and looked at what lay before him. A woman in her early twenties was suspended from the ceiling by chains attached to her upper back and arms, making her appear as if she were on a hanging cross. She was naked and dangling over a small kiddy pool.
"Good evening, Madelyn. How are you?" he asked in a false-caring way.
"I'm just having the time of my life." she replied sarcastically. Jesse approached, a knife in hand. "No." He moved closer, almost within three inches. "No." He grabbed her right arm. It wasn't high above his light-brown hair. He slit her wrist, the blood dripping into the pool. She screamed.
He took the other arm and did the same, causing another scream. "STOP IT!!!" He didn't. Jesse slit the major vein running up the course of both legs, releasing the blood within. "AAAAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!! STOP IIIIIIIIIIIIT!" Jesse just took in her screams with a smile.
"Now you'll feel the pain you caused me." he said, slicing her chest. Madelyn began to scream, the echo making it sound even louder. Jesse slowly walked towards the door, her screams not about to last much longer.
Prologue-Let the Flames Begin
Darkness, darkness, darkness...everflowing, everlasting, eternal. To watch it enclose around those drawn into light, to watch it strip them of their faith, teaching them what the truth was: darkness could live with or without light, something that could not fully extinguish it. This image brought rapture to those that had embraced the darkness like one would embrace a kiss from their lover.
The Elders, a large religious group that focused on creating and maintaing good around the country, had recently placed a ban on anyone from practicing anything relating to the dark arts. But Jesse had other ideas...
The last streetlight went out. Perfect. The Elders turned off all streetlights at a certain time every night in order to keep their curfew in place. And also to hopefully impede anyone's vision during the near-total darkness. Jesse wasn't in the slightest bit bothered, he had night vision goggles. He placed them on, turning the black into shades and tints of green. Now able to see, Jesse headed towards the church.
Nobody was allowed in the church after-hours, but the Elders were stupid enought to not lock the place up or set up any security. Just simply walking in and heading towards the center, Jesse entered and looked at what lay before him. A woman in her early twenties was suspended from the ceiling by chains attached to her upper back and arms, making her appear as if she were on a hanging cross. She was naked and dangling over a small kiddy pool.
"Good evening, Madelyn. How are you?" he asked in a false-caring way.
"I'm just having the time of my life." she replied sarcastically. Jesse approached, a knife in hand. "No." He moved closer, almost within three inches. "No." He grabbed her right arm. It wasn't high above his light-brown hair. He slit her wrist, the blood dripping into the pool. She screamed.
He took the other arm and did the same, causing another scream. "STOP IT!!!" He didn't. Jesse slit the major vein running up the course of both legs, releasing the blood within. "AAAAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!! STOP IIIIIIIIIIIIT!" Jesse just took in her screams with a smile.
"Now you'll feel the pain you caused me." he said, slicing her chest. Madelyn began to scream, the echo making it sound even louder. Jesse slowly walked towards the door, her screams not about to last much longer.