Cobalt Gamer
Resident miserable sod.
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Confession of The Knife Obession.
You sit there shining in the darkness, the glow of a hollow moon reflecting off your face. Your handle smooth and black, your aura of death and coruption, it's enough to drive a man to exstasy, I want you, I want to hold you, feel you within my grasp, i slowly reach for you, each moment more pleasurable then the last, i pick you up and grip you tightly. I feel a stange sense of power flow through me, i wield a tool of death, i can end lives and ruin families, i can edit the very history itself. As i cling to the knife i feel a darkness take over my body "It's ok." I think too myself." Andy is waking up" I lose all sense of control i once had, my body goes numb and i black out. I wake up hours later feeling dirty, feeling filthy, feeling evil. I know i have done somthing, whenever andy takes over I do somthing wrong, somone or somthing dies, i look at the blade laying so still and silent on the table, blood drips slowly from the blade and runs across the table, dripping now on the floor, drip drip, it falls with a cras to the floor, Drip! Drip! louder now, oh so loud, DRIP! DRIP! "What have you done Andy?!" I scream so loud the old lady fromm above kicks the floor, "Andy, Andy! ANDY!! Who have you killed this time!!" I shout so loud the whole building is in uproar. I look over to the cat dish in the corner. "oh no, not mr tinker, please Andy you didn't" I cry as i fall onto my knees. Tears are running down my face as i make my way to the door, as the pass the broken armchair i notice somthing. Blood. On the wall leading behind the chair. "Mr Tinker!!" I yell as i throw back the armchair; my heart pounded faster and faster a shadow jumps up at me and fall down hitting my head off the side of the table, i cry out in pain as my cat curls up into a ball on my lap. I gave a sigh of releife and went to put the armchair back when my heart began to pound again, faster and faster, the image of the knife kept playing in the back of my head, my heart is beating faster and faster, i feel like a junkie longing his next fix. I rush over to where the knife lay, still ever so silent. I snatch it from the table and give a sigh of releife, the same dark aura fills my body and just before i black out i hear the sound of my front door being opened.
I awoke several hours later, i stood up looked at my hands, they were drenched in blood! I gave out a yelp and realised i could not move my feet, I dare not look, I dare not think about it but they were incapable of moving so i had too, I swallowed hard and looked, i almost threw up when i saw a dead women laying ontop of me, i threw her off me and ran too the bathroom, I began to scrub myself clean, "Dirty so dirty" I thought to myself as the blood rinsed itself down the drain. "Mark" I hear a voice cry out, "Mark, Maaaark" It calls again, I know that voice, i look up into the mirror and see Andy staring back at me.
Boredom + spare time + a keyboard = a failed attempt at writing...
You sit there shining in the darkness, the glow of a hollow moon reflecting off your face. Your handle smooth and black, your aura of death and coruption, it's enough to drive a man to exstasy, I want you, I want to hold you, feel you within my grasp, i slowly reach for you, each moment more pleasurable then the last, i pick you up and grip you tightly. I feel a stange sense of power flow through me, i wield a tool of death, i can end lives and ruin families, i can edit the very history itself. As i cling to the knife i feel a darkness take over my body "It's ok." I think too myself." Andy is waking up" I lose all sense of control i once had, my body goes numb and i black out. I wake up hours later feeling dirty, feeling filthy, feeling evil. I know i have done somthing, whenever andy takes over I do somthing wrong, somone or somthing dies, i look at the blade laying so still and silent on the table, blood drips slowly from the blade and runs across the table, dripping now on the floor, drip drip, it falls with a cras to the floor, Drip! Drip! louder now, oh so loud, DRIP! DRIP! "What have you done Andy?!" I scream so loud the old lady fromm above kicks the floor, "Andy, Andy! ANDY!! Who have you killed this time!!" I shout so loud the whole building is in uproar. I look over to the cat dish in the corner. "oh no, not mr tinker, please Andy you didn't" I cry as i fall onto my knees. Tears are running down my face as i make my way to the door, as the pass the broken armchair i notice somthing. Blood. On the wall leading behind the chair. "Mr Tinker!!" I yell as i throw back the armchair; my heart pounded faster and faster a shadow jumps up at me and fall down hitting my head off the side of the table, i cry out in pain as my cat curls up into a ball on my lap. I gave a sigh of releife and went to put the armchair back when my heart began to pound again, faster and faster, the image of the knife kept playing in the back of my head, my heart is beating faster and faster, i feel like a junkie longing his next fix. I rush over to where the knife lay, still ever so silent. I snatch it from the table and give a sigh of releife, the same dark aura fills my body and just before i black out i hear the sound of my front door being opened.
I awoke several hours later, i stood up looked at my hands, they were drenched in blood! I gave out a yelp and realised i could not move my feet, I dare not look, I dare not think about it but they were incapable of moving so i had too, I swallowed hard and looked, i almost threw up when i saw a dead women laying ontop of me, i threw her off me and ran too the bathroom, I began to scrub myself clean, "Dirty so dirty" I thought to myself as the blood rinsed itself down the drain. "Mark" I hear a voice cry out, "Mark, Maaaark" It calls again, I know that voice, i look up into the mirror and see Andy staring back at me.
Boredom + spare time + a keyboard = a failed attempt at writing...
