Post by creampuff on Nov 7, 2012 14:43:10 GMT -5
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Woah, where's you passion, where's your fire tonight,
Woah, I can't believe there's nothing you're willing to hide,
Woah, I want to believe,
I set my body on fire so I could be free.
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Seconds turned to minutes, minutes turned to hours and hours turned to days. Sixty Hours has passed since Nightmare Night began and from within the steel box with only a small slit in the side to see out of the young crumpled body of Dynamite Rave began to stir. It has been sixty hours since the Bloom Doll trapped him within his worst psychological nightmare: To be forever alone, forever unloved, and forever unremembered. No pony came to save him, and no matter how much he screamed and cried out within the void of darkness any pony that made their way past didn't turn a single eye over. Sure, some investigated the odd steel box that mysteriously showed up in the training grounds, but no one was able to hear or see him. All they would see is an empty box. Nothing of importance, time to move on.
When Virga accidentaly sent the box soaring end over end with his battle with the Doll, the young element of fire wound up with a dislocated shoulder and a gash across his head that will surely need stitches. Blood stains the walls now from the tumble, and the retched scent of unwashed body chokes every painful breath he attempts to draw within his chest. The pain continues to soar through his body, like hot white lightning with each movement he makes, trying to find a way to adjust himself. Right side up? Upside down? He doesn't even know at this point. He is just flesh and bone, crumpled, destroyed, discarded like trash.
Sixty hours.
Two and a half days.
Solitary confinement.
Within those sixty long hours, his life has flashed before his eyes. All of the good and the terrible times. It doesn't matter now. None of it does. No pony remembers him. A ghost. A blood soaked sheet.
With a croak of his voice, he wheezes out once again, helplessly, begging..
"Please.. just kill me.."
Fresh tears slowly slide down the dirty, bloody face of the young soldier, followed by a sputtering cough. Starved. Dehydrated. Delusional.
"Please.. just kill me.."
Drawing deep within himself, he finds that spark, the cable that connects him to his magic, his horn sparking to life for a final chance of salvation.
"If you won't do it.. then I will.."
Closing his eyes, he draws in a slow, shallow breath as the steel box lights up within, ready to set himself on fire and end it. This is no way to live. No way to 'be.' To watch a world pass by that doesn't remember you? It is torture.
"... hrrr - good bye cruel world.." He coughs out with a laugh as his swollen eyes narrow a final time. As his horn's glow begins to build, his eyes catch sight of something wonderful. Something he thought he would never see again.
The sun.
The sweet, beautiful warmth of the sun.
Pressing his muzzle up against the slit within the steel box, he cries out one last time, his voice begging, weak and raspy.
".. Please, save me!"
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Play the game
You know you can't quit until it's won
Soldier on
Only you can do what must be done
You know in some way
You're a lot like me
You're just a prisoner
And you're tryin' to break free
I can see a new horizon
Underneath the blazin' sky
I'll be where the eagle's
Flyin' higher and higher
Gonna be your man in motion
All I need is a pair of wheels
Take me where my future's lyin'
St. Elmo's Fire...
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Woah, where's you passion, where's your fire tonight,
Woah, I can't believe there's nothing you're willing to hide,
Woah, I want to believe,
I set my body on fire so I could be free.
---
Seconds turned to minutes, minutes turned to hours and hours turned to days. Sixty Hours has passed since Nightmare Night began and from within the steel box with only a small slit in the side to see out of the young crumpled body of Dynamite Rave began to stir. It has been sixty hours since the Bloom Doll trapped him within his worst psychological nightmare: To be forever alone, forever unloved, and forever unremembered. No pony came to save him, and no matter how much he screamed and cried out within the void of darkness any pony that made their way past didn't turn a single eye over. Sure, some investigated the odd steel box that mysteriously showed up in the training grounds, but no one was able to hear or see him. All they would see is an empty box. Nothing of importance, time to move on.
When Virga accidentaly sent the box soaring end over end with his battle with the Doll, the young element of fire wound up with a dislocated shoulder and a gash across his head that will surely need stitches. Blood stains the walls now from the tumble, and the retched scent of unwashed body chokes every painful breath he attempts to draw within his chest. The pain continues to soar through his body, like hot white lightning with each movement he makes, trying to find a way to adjust himself. Right side up? Upside down? He doesn't even know at this point. He is just flesh and bone, crumpled, destroyed, discarded like trash.
Sixty hours.
Two and a half days.
Solitary confinement.
Within those sixty long hours, his life has flashed before his eyes. All of the good and the terrible times. It doesn't matter now. None of it does. No pony remembers him. A ghost. A blood soaked sheet.
With a croak of his voice, he wheezes out once again, helplessly, begging..
"Please.. just kill me.."
Fresh tears slowly slide down the dirty, bloody face of the young soldier, followed by a sputtering cough. Starved. Dehydrated. Delusional.
"Please.. just kill me.."
Drawing deep within himself, he finds that spark, the cable that connects him to his magic, his horn sparking to life for a final chance of salvation.
"If you won't do it.. then I will.."
Closing his eyes, he draws in a slow, shallow breath as the steel box lights up within, ready to set himself on fire and end it. This is no way to live. No way to 'be.' To watch a world pass by that doesn't remember you? It is torture.
"... hrrr - good bye cruel world.." He coughs out with a laugh as his swollen eyes narrow a final time. As his horn's glow begins to build, his eyes catch sight of something wonderful. Something he thought he would never see again.
The sun.
The sweet, beautiful warmth of the sun.
Pressing his muzzle up against the slit within the steel box, he cries out one last time, his voice begging, weak and raspy.
".. Please, save me!"
---
Play the game
You know you can't quit until it's won
Soldier on
Only you can do what must be done
You know in some way
You're a lot like me
You're just a prisoner
And you're tryin' to break free
I can see a new horizon
Underneath the blazin' sky
I'll be where the eagle's
Flyin' higher and higher
Gonna be your man in motion
All I need is a pair of wheels
Take me where my future's lyin'
St. Elmo's Fire...
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