Twinkle's Story: Chapter 48

*I'm typing another chapter late at night!*
*That swag love though. My thoughts are messed up. Here is when they are sane and understandable. But that swag love is still there. Creepy swag love.*
*I love my characters. But I also hate them. Too, too much.*
*I'm only typing this right now because of the first POV. And the other POVs. Yeah, I don't know either.*
*Okay, I guess you're gonna read this chapter now. //is nervous for comments. //still anxiously waits for comments.*
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FIERDAN

The sudden pale gray form. It's back. No one else can see it. But I always see it. I don't know if the ghostly gray form is a male or female. I just call it Soulless. Or just simply, "they". 

I live mostly in the deepest parts of the underworld, or more commonly, hell. In this section of hell, there is just black- black sky, black goop as the ground, black everything. The section is called Cincernum. Hell is kinda like this very dark and trashy world that evil people go to after they die. Except I know I'm not exactly dead. Satisfying dead. It's hard to really explain.

Here in Cincernum, I'm the only resident. That doesn't make me alone though. I actually have two others with me.

The first one is this crow named Night Crow. He was just a palm-sized sculpture I built one day. He's kinda peculiar though. I only made him out of a bunch of the ground's never-ending black goop. The next day, however, I woke up and heard wings flapping. I opened my eyes and saw him. Instead of being the size of my paw and made out of black goop, he was the size of an actual crow and had sleek black feathers instead of the black goop.

The second one is that gray form. They're the reason I'm here in the first place. They're the demon who has accompanied me ever since I can remember. They're my never-ending nightmare. I call them Soulless.

All in all, I'm just a person in this very suckish world.

I put up the black blankets over my head. It's not the morning daylight that I want to hide from. It's because of the voices I get in my head. They come and go every single day. I don't think I've gone a day without them. When they pass, I feel like killing again. But not anyone else, not even Soulless. They make me feel like killing myself. Until I'm less than nothing.

Quick whispers. I can't really make out what the words are. I press my face into the black pillow.

"Hey, how's my good Fierdan?" I suddenly hear close to one of my ears. Followed by a caw. Shuddering, I jolt up in bed to see Night Crow and Soulless sitting on the edge of the bed.

Oh, I also am in a very irritated mood. I rub my eyes, push Night Crow off the bed which sends him flying next to it at the same height, and get off the bed myself. I turn my head and glare at Soulless. "What's up with your "good Fierdan" nonsense?"

Soulless, now floating a mere inch above the bed, grins at me. "'Cause you're a good guy, Fierdan. You've contributed incredibly to the greater good, so of course you're a good person!"

I hear the voices whispering in my head again. Shaking my head, I say, "Stop calling me "good" already. I'm not a good person."

Soulless chuckles. "Yes you are, Fierdan is a very good person."

I roll my eyes. "I'm not in the mood for this. You should know I'm not a good person."

"No, you are a good person. Everything I have made you do is good," Soulless replies with that ugly smug smile on their ugly smug face.

I swear, I can't handle this guy. I really can't. "No, Soulless," I begin, feeling that feeling of usual anger running through me, "You haven't made me do one thing that's right, let alone good! How is being a mass murderer "good"? How am I, that person who killed hundreds, thousands, of innocent people because of you "good" in any way? How, Soulless?!"

Soulless goes off the bed and stands up in front of me. Their pale gray ghostly skin with darker gray flaming swirls; their huge plain white eyes, void of any other color. Soulless grins at me again with that same expression. "Killing them was a very good thing of you to do. It was part of your plan, and you fulfilled it exceptionally."

Gritting my teeth I snarl, "You made me do it for your own freaking enjoyment! Doing it wasn't for some big magical company either. Just leave already, Soulless!"

When I pounce up towards Soulless floating a few inches from the ground, I see the end of my claws glistening a bright black.

Before I know it, I feel a minor bolt run through me and collapse to the ground, my face buried in the black goop. Those things freaking hurt.

I blink up at Soulless who is floating directly above me but still too far out of my reach. I just really want to hurt Soulless so badly. For just once...

"You know I can't ever leave you alone, dear good Fierdan."

"Why?" I growl.

"You know why. Our agreement, remember?"

I reluctantly nod my head.

Of course I remember. The agreement--

 Great, another bolt. As usual in desolate Cincernum, Night Crow blocks out the sounds of my screams as the bolts, one after the other, electrocute every inner organ in my body.

But it's no big deal. After enduring it year after year, you kinda get used to it.


TWINKLE

To be completely honest, I don't know what I'm feeling. It's just a muddle of unorganized emotions pounding in my head. Loneliness, betrayal, heartache, loneliness... it never ends.

Raven vanished wherever she ventures off to. Leaving me, of course, abandoned in this strange and chilly room that I supposedly created at some point. I take a few sips of water from this glass on the small table in the corner of the room.

After I carefully place the glass of ice cold water back down on the table, I look up and sigh. "Having the power of ice is so lame. Of course it is because I'm a lame person. I bet Dawn's power is tons more better than mine. Not that I can really blame--"

"I'm back!" I suddenly hear the cheerful voice announce.

I turn around and quickly notice Black Raven, still a weird-looking fox, smiling broadly.

"What are you so hap--" I begin to ask.

"It's just really amusing, that's all," Raven says, "Saying how you and your power are lame."

I frown. "That's true though. Lame can be my middle name for all I care."

"You're not lame, Twinkle; your Elemental Power isn't lame. More like the opposite, in fact. Actually, I personally think yours is many times more interesting and epic than Dawn's and Duke's."

"Duke," I sigh out loud to myself. "He cheated on me. I..."

Suddenly, I feel Raven's paw on my right shoulder. "Twinkle, you are a rare type of person with a rarer type of power. It's his fault for not realizing how beautiful you really are. If he told you that, he would still be by your side right now."

I give Raven a puzzled look. "What do you mean by rarer? How is mine more rare when we all have equally rare powers?"

She hesitates before answering. "Sorry Twinkle, I can't really explain it to you now. But you'll understand what I mean at some point, okay?"

 Raven continues speaking a few moments later, but it feels like she's only talking to herself when she says it. "It pains me knowing how clueless you all are with yourselves."

Without waiting for me to reply, she walks out of the room again.


DUKE

The mint, the glorious taste of mint. I finally returned back to it, and it's all mine. All mine. Mine. I need more, more, more... I need it all.

Her fingertips brush my bare back. If the black flames were still there, she would be dead by now. Just a cold and lifeless body. But she's not dead. I find that way more enjoyable. Way, way more enjoyable.

I kick the dark red pants off to the side where my shirts and jacket are kept in a pile, and roll up the black pants higher up my legs. While I do that, Dawn takes off her dark green shawl, revealing her exposed shoulders.

With a sly grin on my face, I force Dawn's paws off my back by turning around with my arms tightly wrapped around her upper back, and then taking a step back with my back digging into the rocky mountain side.

When her face is still in my chest, I swiftly bite my right wrist just hard enough that I can just taste my blood. With the taste of my blood still on the tip of my tongue, I wait a second for Dawn to raise her head again, and then kiss her repeatedly again. I taste the mint in her mouth, and she tastes the blood in mine.

Suddenly, she breaks out of a kiss to cough. When she faces me again, I stop her right before she can kiss me. Giving her a threatening look as I brush the tip of my claw along her entire jawline, I say, "I thought you wanted this."

Dawn, flabbergasted, gasps, "Yes, of course I do!"

Without a moment's hesitation, I break out of this lustful romance act. I close my eyes, letting the pieces of me known as Fierdan peek through.

 My eyes widen at this sudden fact.

Dawn works for them. She remembers.

I think I just found a logical reason to kill her.