Chance Avaritia "Greed" (better_than) wrote in nevermore_logs, @ 2012-12-06 00:00:00 |
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Current mood: | distressed |
Current music: | "My Obsession" by Cinema Bizarre |
Entry tags: | greed, zoe hansen |
[Complete]
Who: Greed Narrative [Open to Zoe]
What: After horrible breakups and revelations--Satan's torture strikes!
When: Early Monday morning after this, December 3 [Backdated]
Where: Greed's apartment
Warnings: SADNESS KILLS
It started with a headache. Nothing drastic, just a little pound against the back of his head that shot through his temples. That lasted a few hours until it started to become a little more unbearable. He'd even smoked a little pot with the hopes to just ease right out of it. It helped for the few hours he was high, but afterward he was thrown right back to that pain. He hadn't really eaten, his stomach felt like a rock had been dropped and he couldn't pick it back up. It was no good to be weak, and it was perhaps just the outlet Satan needed to peel back all of Greed's layers. It was the perfect time to attack. As of the weekend Greed had lost more than a fire could have ever vanquished. His puppy, his Lust and his girlfriend.
That's when it struck. It wasn't with a bullet. Nor was it picking apart his fingers as had been done with Sloth. It was that needling in his head. By the end of the week the rings would show under his eyes where his sleep dwindled down to practically nothing. The first time he'd been hit with a nightmare, Zoe was still there (unwillingly) but there. Greed had exhausted her, broken her. He'd refused to let her go or even leave the building. So he held on until she couldn't move and just collapsed in his arms. He'd pulled her into the bed, covered her with the comforter, but she hadn't woken up yet. When his head kept pounding he curled up beside her, watching her as she slept until his own eyes fell heavy. He twitched in his sleep, his head pounding. A train picking up speed and barreling past the stopping point. But these dreams they were something rather familiar.
In the year without a summer he'd not only lost Josie, but he had drawn out the darkest shade of himself. Lust's plot had been simple. She was engaged but with him there they would both reap the benefits of a marriage bed from their spouses and each other. The dirty little game was all okay except he wanted Lust to himself. Her husband was in his way. Greed's wife was in the way. He still remembered the day they'd gone out to the lake for a picnic. It had started to rain and in a fit of jealousy Greed had let Stella drown. He would say the girl had slipped in the mud, but he'd dragged her in until her eyes were wide and lips were blue.
The girl was face down in the water, hair spilled out around her, her white dress pillowing from the water as she lay lifeless. He turned her over, dragging her back to to solid ground, only when he looked down it was Zoe. He dropped the body immediately like it was disgusting, backing away from it and slipping to his knees in the mud. After a few minutes he crawled back towards the body, moving the hair from her face, taking his jacket off and throwing it over her face. He couldn't have her starring back at him.
He hadn't meant for that. He hadn't meant to kill Josie. He hadn't meant to kill Stella. He hadn't....