Miles Edgeworth (defyingxgravity) wrote in sh_chaos, @ 2009-04-09 13:48:00 |
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Current mood: | anxious |
Current music: | The Terminal Show |
Fiction.
Title: Walter's Journal
By: Alex C
Rating: Okay for Most
Description: Like Henry, Walter now is making a journal and posting in his.
Pairing: M/M
Disclaimer: All characters and places are property of Konami.
Dear Other Journal,
He has no idea yet what is going on. Mother does not want me to tell him what is to happen. I have no remorse so I cannot feel sorry for the man who now resides within Room 302. I have watched him grow tired and exhausted each time I look at him. I only touch and tease the senses. I have yet to scare him the way I want. He will understand soon what is going on. I try to lead him to the right path… Don’t go speaking to that bastard of a man. Don’t go playing with that woman along the subways. Henry… Do not stray from what I have for you.
Maybe tonight I’ll whisper to him of sweet nothings. Though no sleep for him is the usual.
Dear Other Journal,
Today is a good day for me. While watching from the other world where I reside, I noticed Henry is getting a little restless. He is beginning to explore more. Here he thought this was hell…not a chance. He has been living within a shell of security. A sugar coated rush for him. Henry…wake up. This is reality. I can tell he is getting more curious each day. He looks out the windows. He peeks through that peephole. One day, I’ll come up to that door and knock on it again. I’ll stand there and let him see. He leans against the wall now and listens to what Miss Galvin has to say. That bastard is getting nosy again. Just like the one man whom lived in 302 before dear Henry.
Henry, don’t get too close to what is to come. I know he is growing even more restless. Mother is growing weary without me. I know how restless she is to have me back. I will correct things in my eyes. Just wait…
Dear Other Journal,
Henry… Henry… Henry… I love saying that name. I bet he doesn’t know what I’ve done. That is in the past before I killed myself. He may find out… I have a feeling that nosy man who was a reporter of some sort has left clues and hints. Henry is such a pretty prey of choice. I figure out in another few weeks he’ll begin what I want him to. I already have each of those of the ritual numbered. Did he just peek out of the peephole? Hah! I hope he saw the handprints in blood. Each mark is of those that I have killed. Sacrifices to mother to wake her. Henry is smart… He’ll get it and figure it out. He’ll know that then I want him to come closer so I can lure him to the point where I’ll only have him left.
Soon Henry… I’ll only toy and save you for now.
Dear Other Journal,
Last night I played with his hair. He sure has nice hair… It matches with his beautiful eyes. What I wouldn’t give to have him staring in horror with those eyes at me. He murmurs in his restless sleep. I am visible only to him as I sat there on the bed next to him and petted along through out his beautiful light brown hair. I know he has already figured out my hair color. But my dear 21rst, you have lovely hair… I want to toy with his hair for hours and hours. I lean in just a touch to get a whiff of his scent through the hair. Henry…
I touched his shoulder and ran fingers along his back. I teased him while he slept. It was such fun to watch him wiggle within my grasp. He whined a little and something I couldn’t make out well. But he is too cute to watch while he sleeps… I wish I could sleep…
Dear Other Journal,
I tormented him this morning. When he got into the bathroom, I had written upon the mirror in my own blood ‘Soon Henry’. You should have seen his face! I think mother saw his face as well when he saw it. It was so priceless! When people can have happiness in a bottle I think mine comes from the victims I kill for mother. To hear their last whimpers of life before they die… I can’t wait to kill the women who will be the sixteenth. She will run into my last prey… But I want to kill her due to her ignorant banters of self-centered clashing life style. Time to wake up.
This afternoon before five in the evening, I played with the radio in the room. I made sure it was loud enough for Henry to hear the news. I always watch him sit on the couch and rock a little. He sometimes switches to pacing about the room. Then other times, I see him breakdown almost in tears. Have I gotten to him that much?
Dear Other Journal,
It’s been three days since I’ve bothered Henry. I gave him a break but only observed him. He doesn’t believe that I have left this place. He called me a demon the other day. Told me to get out of the apartment… Let him out. I only laughed to myself and shook my head. I couldn’t just let him out. Where was the fun in that? I have to make him suffer with his neighbors. I have to have him go through to my world to get by and see what is going on around him. I bet he thinks this is some kind of punishment. He has no idea what is going on. He raises his arms and shouts out to me. Yet I did not tell him my name. I bet everyone around him is thinking he’s pretty insane by now. Oh…and plus, he can’t get out and they can’t get in. Some neighbor they’ll think of him.
I made the fridge moan as the dead cat clawed from the inside of the fridge. I believe it will rain for him tonight. Henry!
Dear Other Journal,
Today was the day I gave him my name. Though I skipped out on doing that. He found a red piece of paper behind the bookshelf. That Joseph… He thinks he can get all the credit for helping Henry? Henry’s expression is a bit out there. He’s confused and lost at the same time. I like that look upon his face. He now knows I’m a killer and I’m completing something. I think the note said something about my past as well. Oh ho… He is only tickling and touching the tip of the point. Joseph is leading Henry to try and stop me? This will end up not well for my pretty prey. Henry now has found out about the handprints.
He called my name out for the first time this evening. His voice when saying my name was heavenly. He was a bit in shock that I am a killer. He’s more terrified now than he was two weeks ago. Well, you can’t win them all… Time to begin this ritual and the last part. Ready Henry?