Eddie (i_puzzle) wrote in we_coexist, @ 2013-07-11 15:03:00 |
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Entry tags: | annie wagner, edward nigma, zz:status complete |
Enter the night....(Open)
The night was still. Unmoving. Like a statue almost and it both elated and frightened Edward. He wasnt scared of many things to be quite honest but a quiet night made him paranoid. He wasnt a man for stillness. For quiet. Eddie didn't even sleep in the same position, if he slept at all, always needing motion. His body needed action, and his mind ran constantly so to have a moment of silence was awkward. And yet it was so peaceful.
His daughters absence spurred something in him he wasn't sure how to place. It was something he both craved and loathed. He craved it because she burdened him deeply. He felt that his life was cast to play every part for her, to work her towards a goal she continued to slip away from. He wanted her to be perfect, and he loathed her because she never truly could be. Not to him, anyway. His mind wouldn't allow it. Eddie would rather see his daughter void of life than living a falsity. Even her supposed happiness wasnt good enough. It was a show, an act that her mind projected to hide the true desires beneath. Those desires were what Edward craved to bring to light. To mold, to shape. He had instilled those desires within her and she was suppressing them.
Oh he hated her.
Jingle, jingle....
Then there came that jingle.
As he moved, the pockets of his jacket swayed with the motion of his legs as they carried him down the sidewalk. Within the pockets were bullets, a good many and the way they sang into the night one would think simply Edward had many coins hiding within the fabric. But they only wished to be coins. Instead, they were metallic cylinders that could take a life.
Edward had loaded up in hopes of finding someone to murder, as taking life eased his internal rage (the one thing he secretly shared with the Doctor) but he hadnt found a good enough target to satisfy his urge. His need.
With a breath Edward exhaled into the night. He floated down the street almost, in a daze as his thoughts over-rode his natural motor skills leaving his body in auto-pilot. He wasnt going to join the hunt to look for his daughter. If they found her dead it would be the light of his night. If they found her alive that would be alright too. He could just kill her.
Slowly, Edward continued to jingle along the sidewalk, passing shops and stores closed for the night as he walked like a shadow. His green suit jacket did well to conceal his weapons, and despite forgetting his cane at the Asylum, Edward felt quite safe. Quite safe indeed now that the silence had been thoroughly broken.