Extra Terrestrial (Open)

[AZRAEL MARAH]

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[atrb=background,http://img846.imageshack.us/img846/4827/azrael3.png] Notes: Background Music: Kavinsky - Night Call Darkness. Quiet. Alone. Three of the best things in the world. There's something inside you... He leaned back against the tree trunk. His legs stretched out over the tree branch he was sitting on. Hands placed between the back of his head and the tree. No one. Silence. His eyes fell shut slowly, hiding the set of of stormy blue eyes. His chest rising with a slow, drawn out breath. A soft breeze tugged through the new leaves, pulling ever so slightly on his frozen peacock hair. All was calm... It's hard to explain... No demon chewing at the back of his brain. No monster trying desperately to slip it's collar and run rampid. All was at peace. Nothing could be better than this at the moment. No threat of murdering anyone. No threat of being caught. His eyes fluttered open lazily, blue eyes shifting up to look at the stars. Glittering in the middle of all the black abyss. Amazing how something so small could fight through all that darkness and still sparkle. So much hope...until the thought of how most of them were already dead crossed his mind...Probably because of spending their entire lives struggling to be seen. To be beautiful... They're talking about you, boy... No one could ever reach them...could never capture them, right? That's all we wanted...right? To be seen? As beautiful....not monsters. Not killers...to not be kept in cages...His eyes fell shut again. Suddenly..his thought about the stars turned to... Envy. Jealousy. Resentment. How come they could do something spectacular and they were allowed to drift along freely? How come they didn't have to hide? Run for their lives? He pulled up one of his lips, up over his teeth, growling a little as he opened his eyes and stared up at the stars. Teeth clenched. But you're still the same... How dare they stare down and mock him with their freedom? He sat up, arms down to his sides and fingers clenched into fists. And then...the calm that had been there before...the demon that had been behaving so nicely...began chewing...His eyes hardened into a glare. Teeth still in a death clench. The little monster sunk fangs into his brain, biting down and twisting. If he wasn't allowed out...then he would just have to use some... Action. Persuasion. Force.

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