Post by Sio Sicili on Jan 6, 2007 20:30:44 GMT -5
I'm broken.
My wings are torn, my heart is chained.
I'm a Broken Butterfly.
But sometimes, she makes me whole.
It wasn't always Sio's fault that he failed to do things right when he felt it was unsafe to be in his own home, that his own people would be ready to stab him if he decided to not carry on the Genocide. Sometimes he felt has if he were a tattered coat, used to hide behind things but there would always be flaws that would never be fixed, no matter how hard people tried to help him.
Everything they would do, would cause a commotion and his heart would break but then his mind would yearn and turn, wishing for a way to get his revenge and through his own ignorance nothing would go anyway. Just like before. At first he used lies, saying that it was their fault and they didn't look out and they were fools beyond oblivion's cause. He kept everything inside, and what it meant to them would eventually would break and he wouldn't be considered Sio Sicili anymore.
He would be considered a lie.
" One thing.. I don't know why.
Despite the fact that I try so hard.
They always seem to break away, first the leaders..then the love.
In the end it doesn't matter, I only care about them.
They're my family..And my only dreams.
But they're turning into nightmares.
Only two will care, the third is my daughter but she is not gonna get anywhere if she refuses to consider me..a father. "
There he was Sio, who had his a new black cloak dangled around his body, it hung in the air over the very edge of the pier, leading to the center of the lake. It was more than deep enough to drown, anyone who fell in would float to the bottom and find themselves filling up with water and dying. By his face, there was depression soaking deep into a frown and his eyes drooped in sadness, his sword and knife were in hand and he held them gently, ready to plunge them both into his stomach, which allow more area open for water to fill up.
Then suddenly he felt it was too silence, the water stopped dripping and the animals stop making their noises, quick sounds of rushing speeds through the bushes and branches of the plants through the woods suddenly erupted into the air. Then it was time, suddenly a bullet flashed through the air penetrating the silence and the percussion made him open his eyes fully.
I don’t want to be the one.
The battles always choose.
Cause inside I realize.
That I’m the one confused.
Paranoid, there was always someone behind his head.
He was always looking back.
The bullet skimmed, tearing through the flesh and at the same exact time the wound started to heal, although the pain accelerated and he found himself roaring, in anger. There wasn't any remorse, has he turned three men charging, two carrying swords while the other one carried a pistol, unloading the whole clip which made Sio draw both swords and move out of the way, his own dash appearing running towards them but not very long, they had already gotten close and three bullets implanted into his stomach, not healing due to the bullets stopping the reformation.
His own hand flicked, a bullet had dented into his thumb, making it lash back some of the skin removed and the thumb itself broken, the bone cracked and a roar shimmered again, has he broke into a fight with the two leading chargers, both with swords. Their swords locked, both in embraces and he found himself watching has the pistoleer went to reload his weapon again, Sio had to make a move. Quick too.
Taking his chance, he rushed foward with both swords slimming his shoulders and cutting them open, only for the wounds to fix themselves in a matter of seconds has he found himself, digging both of his swords into the pistoleer's chest, to which he had just reloaded the gun and was about to shoot, but already he was falling, his gun tossing into the air fully loaded.
Sio simply held his own hand out, both free and caught it, the man was stuck to the ground and wouldn't be able to pull the swords out, so he shot him, blowing his brains out and turned seeing both vampires from before rushing back towards him. Taking the pistol, he dived trying to jump over both due to the fact that vampires had better jumping skills, managing to pop one in the head, causing him to die and fall to the floor but the other one simply turned and caught him, has he tried to land his sword imbedding itself into Sio's shoulder and tackling him into the lake, they fell off the pier.
Sio who found himself, wrestling with the man has they both felt their hands at eachother's throats suddenly squeezed, breaking it and the body was still atop of him, pushing him down and he couldn't fight right, his body tired from the bullet rushing and bleeding out, losing some of his strength and tried to push the body off a him. The water was draining down his mouth and he couldn't breathe, vampires could drown and die.
Broken...
My wings are torn, my heart is chained.
I'm a Broken Butterfly.
But sometimes, she makes me whole.
It wasn't always Sio's fault that he failed to do things right when he felt it was unsafe to be in his own home, that his own people would be ready to stab him if he decided to not carry on the Genocide. Sometimes he felt has if he were a tattered coat, used to hide behind things but there would always be flaws that would never be fixed, no matter how hard people tried to help him.
Everything they would do, would cause a commotion and his heart would break but then his mind would yearn and turn, wishing for a way to get his revenge and through his own ignorance nothing would go anyway. Just like before. At first he used lies, saying that it was their fault and they didn't look out and they were fools beyond oblivion's cause. He kept everything inside, and what it meant to them would eventually would break and he wouldn't be considered Sio Sicili anymore.
He would be considered a lie.
" One thing.. I don't know why.
Despite the fact that I try so hard.
They always seem to break away, first the leaders..then the love.
In the end it doesn't matter, I only care about them.
They're my family..And my only dreams.
But they're turning into nightmares.
Only two will care, the third is my daughter but she is not gonna get anywhere if she refuses to consider me..a father. "
There he was Sio, who had his a new black cloak dangled around his body, it hung in the air over the very edge of the pier, leading to the center of the lake. It was more than deep enough to drown, anyone who fell in would float to the bottom and find themselves filling up with water and dying. By his face, there was depression soaking deep into a frown and his eyes drooped in sadness, his sword and knife were in hand and he held them gently, ready to plunge them both into his stomach, which allow more area open for water to fill up.
Then suddenly he felt it was too silence, the water stopped dripping and the animals stop making their noises, quick sounds of rushing speeds through the bushes and branches of the plants through the woods suddenly erupted into the air. Then it was time, suddenly a bullet flashed through the air penetrating the silence and the percussion made him open his eyes fully.
I don’t want to be the one.
The battles always choose.
Cause inside I realize.
That I’m the one confused.
Paranoid, there was always someone behind his head.
He was always looking back.
The bullet skimmed, tearing through the flesh and at the same exact time the wound started to heal, although the pain accelerated and he found himself roaring, in anger. There wasn't any remorse, has he turned three men charging, two carrying swords while the other one carried a pistol, unloading the whole clip which made Sio draw both swords and move out of the way, his own dash appearing running towards them but not very long, they had already gotten close and three bullets implanted into his stomach, not healing due to the bullets stopping the reformation.
His own hand flicked, a bullet had dented into his thumb, making it lash back some of the skin removed and the thumb itself broken, the bone cracked and a roar shimmered again, has he broke into a fight with the two leading chargers, both with swords. Their swords locked, both in embraces and he found himself watching has the pistoleer went to reload his weapon again, Sio had to make a move. Quick too.
Taking his chance, he rushed foward with both swords slimming his shoulders and cutting them open, only for the wounds to fix themselves in a matter of seconds has he found himself, digging both of his swords into the pistoleer's chest, to which he had just reloaded the gun and was about to shoot, but already he was falling, his gun tossing into the air fully loaded.
Sio simply held his own hand out, both free and caught it, the man was stuck to the ground and wouldn't be able to pull the swords out, so he shot him, blowing his brains out and turned seeing both vampires from before rushing back towards him. Taking the pistol, he dived trying to jump over both due to the fact that vampires had better jumping skills, managing to pop one in the head, causing him to die and fall to the floor but the other one simply turned and caught him, has he tried to land his sword imbedding itself into Sio's shoulder and tackling him into the lake, they fell off the pier.
Sio who found himself, wrestling with the man has they both felt their hands at eachother's throats suddenly squeezed, breaking it and the body was still atop of him, pushing him down and he couldn't fight right, his body tired from the bullet rushing and bleeding out, losing some of his strength and tried to push the body off a him. The water was draining down his mouth and he couldn't breathe, vampires could drown and die.
Broken...