Post by silence on Feb 1, 2009 22:33:18 GMT -5
Amadeus, that's the name. I'll be 7, in Spring though, and I'll grow, muscle into my 15 hh frame. All those girls go for me, this boy, and I'll take 'em all in. They should love me, I've lived in the wild, as a mustang, but not just for old time's sake, no, I am a mustang. Halfways at least. Daddy was the weak horse. Ma was the strong one, who taught me her secrets. She kept mine until I left. I'm like her, mostlike. Got the strength and the mindbending. I'll twist you up inside so much, you won't know which way is up. I'll tell you what to think, what to feel, if only I can meet your glance. The strength is a bonus, but it's all in the head. I got that from running away from my past. And from fighting my Daddy. And from killing. Yup, I can twist your mind, but Life has done quite the job of twisting mine. In all the wrong ways. I've killed with my mind, just by looking my daddy in the eye, and now I kill for fun. Not to watch the blood flow. I've never seen the blood flow. But I see the pain in all the others' faces, seen them crumple to their knees before me. I told them to. And they did.
I am hot, too. Didn't guess that, huh? All the bad guys should be ugly. But I am spicy. And it's worth it to go for me. I'll keep you with me forever, although maybe I won't care for you as much as you'd suspect. You will want to come along, though. Just for fun. To see what I see. Because I change the world, and you will see beauty where you might should not. Life's literally a dream with me. Or a nightmare maybe. Which do I prefer? It depends on the circumstances. If you want the dream, you better deserve it. I'm demanding and rough, with an odd sense of humor, perhaps? You might not get my jokes? Because I don't care if you do or not. I tell you anything because I want to make sure you are listening, because if you are not, you may be put into a nightmare. For a minute.
And I'm from the South. Where the real mustangs live. In the desert. Daddy used to live there. He was nice until he knew me more. But he knew me more when I had learned more. Much more. He tried to be bossier, but how can you boss the one critter that can change your mind for you, without a second glance, only a first one? He avoided my gaze always, but that made him weak. Or at least it made him seem weak. I never had to fight him, because I was stronger. Strongest. Of us two. So he stayed down with his eyes. But he wanted respect, and he got it by abusing his fatherhood to me. He treated me like scum, like I was a fly on his back, a mosquito in his ear. He took no crap, and he punished me cruelly, painfully, in the physical, and the mental, sense. So I got his gaze one day and killed him. The herd awoke to find their ranks infiltrated. The leader, he was like my Daddy, he felt endangered and wanted to find the killer. He sent Ma away, exiled her, and I was mad, angry. So I killed more, enjoying the peace with which my herdmates died. I didn't like to have to kill them. But they died without pain. So I left the leader, he was like my Daddy, for last. And I killed him with pain and torture. It hurt me. So I was mad inside. Still am. But it's better now, because I've added more to my collection of kills, and I've dulled myself to the point of enjoying this pain. So it's all right, really.
I am hot, too. Didn't guess that, huh? All the bad guys should be ugly. But I am spicy. And it's worth it to go for me. I'll keep you with me forever, although maybe I won't care for you as much as you'd suspect. You will want to come along, though. Just for fun. To see what I see. Because I change the world, and you will see beauty where you might should not. Life's literally a dream with me. Or a nightmare maybe. Which do I prefer? It depends on the circumstances. If you want the dream, you better deserve it. I'm demanding and rough, with an odd sense of humor, perhaps? You might not get my jokes? Because I don't care if you do or not. I tell you anything because I want to make sure you are listening, because if you are not, you may be put into a nightmare. For a minute.
And I'm from the South. Where the real mustangs live. In the desert. Daddy used to live there. He was nice until he knew me more. But he knew me more when I had learned more. Much more. He tried to be bossier, but how can you boss the one critter that can change your mind for you, without a second glance, only a first one? He avoided my gaze always, but that made him weak. Or at least it made him seem weak. I never had to fight him, because I was stronger. Strongest. Of us two. So he stayed down with his eyes. But he wanted respect, and he got it by abusing his fatherhood to me. He treated me like scum, like I was a fly on his back, a mosquito in his ear. He took no crap, and he punished me cruelly, painfully, in the physical, and the mental, sense. So I got his gaze one day and killed him. The herd awoke to find their ranks infiltrated. The leader, he was like my Daddy, he felt endangered and wanted to find the killer. He sent Ma away, exiled her, and I was mad, angry. So I killed more, enjoying the peace with which my herdmates died. I didn't like to have to kill them. But they died without pain. So I left the leader, he was like my Daddy, for last. And I killed him with pain and torture. It hurt me. So I was mad inside. Still am. But it's better now, because I've added more to my collection of kills, and I've dulled myself to the point of enjoying this pain. So it's all right, really.
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