A world of my own madness

Luna had found a hidden glen away from the rest of the world. Perhaps it was best that she retreated from civilization for a while. What had happened in the town still played on her mind. No matter how far the human race had come, how far they had developed, they still returned to their base instincts. She had been foolish to believe that they would have treated her any differently. The world was becoming a lot more dangerous for a wolf like her.

People always fight

Fight for money

Fight for religion

Fight just to fight

But never for anything good

The world already so full of anger

So full of hate

And still they fight for themselves

Why don’t they fight for the innocence?

To keep us pure

To keep us safe

Nobody fights for love anymore

Is it a foreign concept?

Are we all just robots?

Programmed to hate

To fight

To kill

But never to love

 All the anger, all the pain

Its everywhere

You cannot walk five steps without hitting darkness

Its a miracle we can see

We crash into people just to feel something

Something real

Our eyes are closed to the real world

Only seeing this darkness

There is so much light

Just open your eyes

My forth Master (Sweetness knows no age)

My heart had been ripped to shreds by my last two masters. The first, having what I felt as true love ripped from my grasp and the fate of my child hanging in the gloom. The second, watching a child so filled with joy and life simply wither and decay. The family couldn't bear to see my face every day; too painful a reminder. I didn't blame them. With no desire or need for a slave in their home I had to find myself a new residence, a new master.

The family recommended me to everyone they knew. Great with kids, always honest, loyal, does as told. I felt like a pet, a dog, looking for a new owner. I guess that's what I was really.

It took a few months but I finally found a new master. There were no children in this home, just an old woman; a spinster. She had found love once but it simply wasn't meant to last. I was told to take the form of the daughter she had never had but always dreamt about. As time went on, I was to age and grow just as her daughter would have, only a little accelerated.

My mistress rarely gave me orders, simple things about running errands and doing chores. I don't know how she did it but I felt less and less like a slave. I felt more like a daughter taking care of my ailing mother as time went by.

There was only ever one order I wish I could have refused. It still haunts me to this day; please just let me die, don't get in the way of death.

I was going to lose another master, due to their untimely death. Was I cursed? I was no fool, I knew the old woman couldn't live forever but I had no idea it would be so soon.

As soon as she came home from the doctor I knew it wasn't good news. However, I would have helped any way she needed or asked, but the order...It broke my heart to comply.

It broke my heart to lay in bed knowing she was ending her life in the next room. BANG! One gunshot and it was all over. I was free, I could have left and never looked back, but my mistress had one final request and it was one I would not ignore.

I could barely see through the tears that stung in my eyes. For the longest time, I stood there staring at her. She looked so peaceful, lying there with her eyes closed, without an ounce of pain or fear on her features. It was just as if she had fallen asleep. If only I could have ignored the bullet hole in her temple and the blood that tainted her once pristine white hair.

She had always been such a proud beautiful woman. I couldn't let her be seen/found in this state. She had organised and laid out everything; I knew just what to do.

Cleaning away the blood, a soft swipe of makeup and her hair perfectly styled. Next came the exquisite gown, looking like fresh fallen ice and snow, it sparkled like starlight. I had never seen anything so beautiful before. It truly was the perfect gown for her.

Hair golden brown but changing with the weather, becoming darker each passing day, seeming to be tinged with the blood of my victims as red flashes throughout it. Cascading down my back a slight curl here and there, bouncing freely as i walk. My movements always graceful just willed with purpose never doing anything without a reason to.

I have killed my fair few of so called gentlemen, they were never gentle to me so i simply returned the favor to them. They wanted head so i took theirs, now they line my halls, all their pretty heads upon a silver platter.

But wait, i am getting ahead of myself. My name is Salome, remember it, for i wont repeat myself. I have been called many a thing in my time, man killer, femme fatale, Darkness just to name a few but my name stands true and simple, Salome.

I used to be a dancer, dancing before my king. The darkness emitting from my body ebbing and flowing with my every movement, under my control, doing my will. But men can never learn just to look and not touch, so my dance, my darkness was the last thing they saw.  As they lay in my bed thinking they could just take what they wanted, i took what i wanted....their head. Producing every one to my king, showing i was loyal. Killer or not i knew who’s head was to remain his own.

I remained loyal until the day he left. No word to anyone, just left. With no one to be loyal to i went searching, leaving bodies in my wake. i remember a nice home here, a comfy bed there, but never a name, there was no point, far to many fell beneath me, no blade as such, just the darkness within. I could spend hours trying to remember their names but waking up next to their head was enough, enough to know they wouldn't be bothering me again.

Another head, another silver platter.

I fake a smile so no-one can see the me that lies beneath, not even those closest to me know what is going on below the surface. But its time they all saw the real me, the person they all think they love, the person they think of as a friend. Maybe they won’t want me after this but I can’t keep hiding behind the mask, I can’t let the mask become me, so here goes nothing…..

Never a normal child, left alone from an early age and I still remember that feeling, still feeling alone no matter who is around me, fearing I’ll be alone forever. Apparently alone isn’t so bad, that I have to endure it like others, but I’m not like others. I’m so very weak and unable to do anything; I feed off others strength just to get me through the day, just to quieten those suicidal thoughts that are always with me. But sometimes the strength isn’t enough, so many times I’ve come close to death and for a few moments, everything is peaceful, I can see everything so clear in those few moments. Wishing they could last forever.

I test those around me, pushing them to find the strongest one, the one person that might lift me from the state I am in, not living but not dead. Stuck somewhere in between, never truly wanted in the world in the first place.

I was told my whole life that I’m worthless, that their lives would be better without me. Told so many times, I no longer argue for I think the same, so again I push everyone away, never meaning to, always looking for someone to stay, all the time knowing that their life would be better without me. Never worrying about myself, never caring about myself after all who cares about nothing? I ask them about their problems, try and help them, wanting to concentrate on someone else rather than myself.

I’ve learnt to block out emotions, only showing all the anger I have inside. Never wanting to be pitied or seen as the scared little girl I am. Fearing that if any of that was shown I would be cast away no good to anyone. When hurt physically I feel nothing, yet fascinated with the blood only wishing it got worse and took me from the world. But when hurt mentally, when my heart gets hurt I try to hide it anyway possible. Fighting the tears but some still bubble to the surface and I cry unable to stop, but they are not all the tears I cry, most stay hidden forced down deep inside me, but always fighting for freedom. Sometimes I think I have no heart, that I am hollow. How can I still have a heart after all the times it has been destroyed?

Luna was tired, she had been running all night trying to leave that little town behind her. Whispers of a white wolf creeping around has spread like wildfire and every man with half a brain cell was itching to claim her head for his prize. In the past it would not have bothered her, she could blend in and hide away from the hunter's gaze but this time they seemed to know her every move, her every hiding spot.

She hadn't taken more than she needed, and never from the same place twice but that didn't stop their anger and the hungry need for blood. She hadn't wanted to lash out and yet when it came to her life Vs theirs she would choose her life every time. Luna just had to keep telling herself that she was simply defending herself.

Her story starts when she was only 5, her small village was raided and her family killed. This is not something she would ever wish to go into detail about, that night still running around her head. After this she was taken by the raiders that had killed everyone else, being told that she would fetch a good price. She was then sold on the black market to be a slave of sorts, but these men did not just work her, they beat her and abused her. She did not remain innocent for long within their grasp. When she became of age it was a surprise that she had not died, something inside of her kept her fighting on. Her body marked and scared, so that no one would take her away from the men. It was one day in this time that they bought another little girl, the same age she had been. The urge within her to protect this girls innocents grew too strong for her to ignore. That night she saved the little girl and those men lost their lives so they could never harm another. But now she was an outcast, the men were not the only people out their doing such acts so now she had to keep running but she would never turn her back upon her blade, upon the enemy. 

Vadania’s life started much like everyone else’s. She had her mother’s and father’s love. They never left her without anything. Even at a young age the village could tell that her beauty would surpass those within the village. That made of the woman with their own jealous, leading them to make very unwise decisions. When Vadania turned five, it wasn’t but a week after her birthday that men swarmed the village, pulling men, women and children out of their homes. They did not seem to care who they dragged out onto the dirt covered ground. As Vadania wiped her face from the tears that had strung forth having been dragged out of her bedroom, away from her beautiful dream. 

She was lying within a field with white flowers braided within her hair. She lay there staring at the sky watching the pink clouds change shape and form that of mythical creatures. She let out a giggle watching a unicorn in the run around the sky with rabbits hopping this way and that. 

It was the last peaceful childish dream she ever had. She looked up, the men had dragged all but one household out into the dirt. One by one they grabbed the men by their hair, exposing their throat to the men’s blades. Screams erupted throughout the village but Vadania kept silent, her eyes glued wide open as she watched her father struggle for air, his blood pooling into the dirt, tainting it red. The men simply stepped over the bodies that now lay their motionless, no emotion showed upon their face, no remorse. Nothing.

A few of the women tried to run. Tried to gain their freedom. But no matter how fast they ran they did not gain their freedom, the death came to them just like their husbands and brothers. Once again she stayed still and silent, muted by the shock, her eyes wide open, fixed that way. Even if she were to close her eyes the sight would stay there.

The men quickly turned their blades on the children. They didn’t act any different, just another life to end. The cries and screams of the children filled the air, and haunted Vadania. She slowly crawled away. Her hands and legs becoming covered in the villager’s blood as it spilt and soaked into the ground. One of the men came around behind her and grabbed at her hair holding her up for the rest to see, she struggled trying to get free from his gasp, she knew what was coming. She didn’t want to die but she didn’t want to be alone either.

Not her! She will fetch a pretty fair amount. Look at her. Make someone a nice meal.

Her eyes watered hearing this, she didn’t know if it was relief that she wasn’t to be killed or fear for what was to happen next. She found herself soaring into the air before coming to a halt with a thud. Looking around she was within their cart. She found a small slit in the slats it was made out of to see what she could see. The bodies still lay untouched, void of life, void of spirit. She saw movement from the house that the men had left alone.

This was not what we agreed! It was only supposed to be the little girl.

I did not open that box; the evil was already in the world. The darkness was already in the word. I am the light, I am the hope. Not from a box but from the earth. Just because I am the light doesn’t mean I am an angel, ill save that for those with wings. Many men have fallen into my trap, hoping to tame me. They all failed. I chewed them up and spat them back out. Leaving them a shadow of the person they were. I am one with Mother Earth, you cannot control her and you cannot control me. You would be a fool to even try. 

Mother earth might be my main element but do not be fooled it isn’t the only weapon I have. All the elements including spirit I can use as I wish. I have several blades given to me over time. All hidden until they need to be used and believe me I know how to use them. This among other hidden talents allows me to protect myself and those I choose to. 

My appearance changes depending on my mood, it would be wise to know when to avoid me. (There is only one who can calm me, but he isn’t always round)

Mother earth: my skin slightly tanned with curves in all the right places. My dark brown hair cascading down my back lapping at the top of my ass. My eyes are hidden behind think long lashes but once seen you cannot look away from their deep never ending brown depths.

Air: my skin place as if touched by the first frost, all my curves lost instead a slender figure with long wavy blond hair still reaching down to my ass. My eyes a deep sapphire blue standing out against my pale features. By far most fragile looking appearance I have but not to be underestimated.

Water: my body now laced with intricate tattoos, over my shoulders and down my back before wrapping around my hip. These markings seem to move when you catch sight of them, much like a running stream. My hair a dirty blonde this time only reaching the middle of my back and curled so to give the illusion of constant movement. My eyes a shinning turquoise never staying still always darting from place to place.

Fire: My skin dark, giving the impression I am earth, but I am something so much more deadly. My hair smoldering red and down beyond my ass, tickling my thighs. My eyes. My eyes are a thing of beauty all by themselves, a warm orange colour flickering like dancing flames hidden behind thick black lashes.

Coco's past: The good, The bad and The ugly.

Fear, four letters, enough to make your blood run cold yet your palms grow sweaty. Everyone is afraid of something; fear of the unknown, fear of a person/object, even fear of death.

Everything Coco had faced in her life there shouldn't be much she was afraid of anymore.

And yet, there were things that kept her up at night. The fear that she would wake up to face the demons of her slumber once again.

Recently peace had invaded her dreams but still, one phrase haunted her, one nightmare kept her a scared little child...

If you die, I die and where's the fun in that.

Those words still haunt her to this very day. It was the first time her nightmares had become a reality and it was enough to scare the ink from her body.

She woke up to the sound of a gun cocking and a shadow standing over her bed. He had to be at least six foot tall but Coco couldn't look away from his eyes. They glowed red, piercing into her very soul and yet there was something familiar about that gaze.

"Who...who are you?" She had to ask. If she was going t die she at least wanted to know who was going to pull the trigger. He didn't say anything simply stepping closer, towering over her.

He blocked out the little glimmer of light that filtered through her curtains. "Me? Oh, I'm just a little nightmare." His voiced boomed threatening to break her mind apart. "Now get on your knees and beg."

Coco wasn't the begging type, even when staring down the barrel of a gun. "If you're going to kill me, just get on with it." She tried to hide the waver in her voice and the tremble that threatened to have her body bend to his will.

The taste of blood and cold metal flooded her mouth as he forced the gun past her lips, silencing her in an instant. That movement brought his face into focus and finally, she understood. He was a nightmare, he was her nightmare.

My third master (My mini Master)

Having left my past master’s home, his body lying there dead and the fear of my child being the same I simply walked and did not stop. I had no master once again, I had lost the freedom he wished to grant me and I had lost part of myself. Only stopping to rest when it was dark and unsafe, I did not have a death wish after all. I curled myself up in an alleyway using newspapers and whatever I could find to be bedding. Shivering night after night, starving slowly away into nothing I could not help but feel like the past was repeating itself. I had been a slave for two masters each had died, leaving me alone. Could it have been my fault? I had done my best, always followed my master’s orders...Yet here I was alone in the cold and dark once again.

It was upon a particularly bitter night, ice and snow-covered the ground creating an extra frosty blanket over my body, I lay in the ally shivering and whimpering in pain from the cold. It was then that he passed by, a new master....? That is what I thought at first. Delusional and drifting in and out of consciousness I cannot remember much, other than being carried away from that cold night and into a warm embrace.

It was only a few days later that I woke up, but it felt like a century, my body aching the cold having been eradicated from my body and having been replaced with some mass. The male that had saved me appeared to have also nursed me back to health; truly grateful I could think of no other way to thank him than to become his slave....if he wished for such an act.

Getting myself out of the bed, finally strong enough, in my own mind anyway, finding some clothes left upon the chair beside my bed, seeming to fit me perfectly. Just a large white jumper and some shorts, I did not complain and never would; he had been my angel, my saviour, my knight in shining armour. No, I shook this thought from my mind, I could not romanticize this man; the past had taught me that well; Always to keep a distance away from my master.

No sooner was I ready to find the man who had carried me into his home a few days ago was I greeted at the bedroom door by a portly woman, her cheeks rosy her light brown hair slowly coming out of the bun she had once tied it back in, she was clearly flustered but still happy in her work. She slowly guided me around the home, taking me to the man, and I was glad she did. The home was a large maze of the finest kind, stares and hallways leading in all different directions, one wrong turn and you would have been lost never to be seen in weeks.

Coming to a stop outside his office door I could not help but panic a little, the collar around my neck feeling tight even as it decayed away, the only thing I had from my past master my hand went up and affectionately brushed my fingers against it, before taking a deep breath and stepping across the threshold of the office beyond.....

The first sight my eyes wandered to was a huge ornately decorated tree; it confused me, why in an office would a male have such a huge and overly decorated tree. The smell of pine in the air was beautiful, reminding me of the many forests of my past. I was quickly snapped out of this memory as the male cleared his throat and began to speak. Suddenly the reason for the tree became clear, it was a holiday called Christmas something that I had never heard about before. I was to become some sort of present; my confusion only grew.

A small child, he could not be older than 8, entered the room yet lingered by the door. He was to become my master, a sickly frail boy who seemed a little introverted. The boy was asked how he wished for me to appear.....like a dog. That was all I was told. A small frown slipped upon my lips but I bowed my head and shifted into a dog-like female charming a clap and cheer from the boy. My degrading collar slipped from my neck only to be replaced with a new one and a lead of sorts. I was to be his pet and his friend. To keep him company when no other child would, I would comfort him while he was ill, stay beside him at all times even when he ended up in the hospital.

I must say that I grew fond of this little boy, not a slave as so much as a friend. Never ordered to do anything only told to make him happy and I was more than happy to do so.

A soft whimper slipped past Luna's lips, her three days and nights and ran out she had now to return to her damned form; the white wolf. She had just managed to crawl away to the edge of the civilization before collapsing in her heap, she refused to scream, biting at her bottom lip making it bleed. This was always the hardest change for her, physically and emotionally. She felt her humanity slip away from her, slowly being changed back into the animalist wolf. Her long white hair dropping out around in her clumps, she would have looked like an alien if anyone had seen, her body slowly shriveling up and wasting away. Her skin cracked and became wrinkled as her bones crunched and broke; slowly forming themselves into a wolfen shape. She shut her eyes and begged for it to be over, the pain washing over her body, she wanted it to end, torture.

Her two legs soon became four, padded feet with killer claws. Bald and shivering she lay upon the ground, her wolf body slowly forming, consuming her human form; it was not a pretty sight. A soft whine slipped past her lips as her skin slowly started erupting in fur, swaddling her in the confines of animal body. With her bones broke and being covered in fur there was no going back. She would have to remain like this till the next full moon. She knew the change would only keep getting harder but she could not reject her human nature, she would cling onto it even if it kill her.

The snap (Vas' turn of events)

The snap. It's a simple click of fingers practically everyone has done it once in their life. However, this time was different, this time the entire universe was altered. Billions poofed out of existence just with a simple snap of the fingers.

But we are getting ahead of ourselves; lets go back to before it was all screwed up.

It was an average day, the sun had rose just like all the days before. Vas had to run some errands and the day looked as good as any. In fact it was one of the best weeks for her. Vas should have known something bad was going to happen, simply just because of how quiet things had gotten.

She had been at this job, this destiny, whatever you wanted to call it for a long while now that she knew the signs. The souls in the world always tended to go quiet and distant when something monumentally awful was about to happen. It was normally a disaster, like a tropical storm or a plane crash that made them silent. In the past Vas had been afraid of these lulls, going so far as to sequester herself away, knowing the worst was yet to come. It simply wasn't a good way to live constantly afraid of what would lie beyond the eye of the storm.

It has taken decades but she had finally learnt to enjoy the quiet before the storm. But everything she had weathered pale in comparison to the snap.

Vas was just about to pop into the local flower shop, pick up a couple of bunches to brighten up her apartment, when she quickly caught sight of her shadow. Her blood ran cold and all colour drained from her face as she caught sight of those horns atop her head. Could everyone else see them? She had to get home now, no one could see her like this.

It all happened in the blink of an eye; Vas was running as fast as she could twisting through the streets trying to find her way back to her sanctuary. She rounded the corner, her home was in sight but in the blink of an eye everything changed.

She brushed past a young couple only to see the male literally turn into dust and fade away. The next was a mother walking with her young child. His screams and cries would be forever etched in her mind; everywhere she looked more and more people disappeared. However, she could still hear them.

All at once every soul let out a cry, every soul buzzed with unfinished business and crashed around the world. Over 5 trillion souls buzzed around the world, lost and confused. The lights had gone out but there stood Vas a flickering flame in the darkness.

Vas ran and hard fast, so much so that her muscles burned. Her skin crawled and prickled as the souls grew closer and closer to her, all demanding answers that they thought only she could give. All she could think to do was hide, hide in her apartment away from the storm raging outside.

It came that time again the next night would be a glorious full moon. The rays of the moon casting a magical glow upon the earth keeping it light even in the darkest of hours. In this day of light was Luna's only escape from her cursed wolf body; for three days and nights she could wander around just like every human would.

A heartbreaking gut wrenching howl vibrated through the small forest behind the establishment. The first change was always the hardest, painful, tiring. Every bone within her body broke, crunching and cracking before fixing itself back into its new place. Her claws dragged at her fur tearing it from her skin in fistfuls, her beautiful white fur becoming nothing more than a matted mess upon the ground around her. Luna's skin slowly started to ripple and soften forming a new layer; pale bathed in moonlight mimicking her wolf fur.

A small scream; truly human now; slipped past her lips vibrating throughout the forest as her long pure white hair sprouted forth from her head. Her body had curled up on itself before falling to the side, she wrapped her arms around her body laying in the fetal position shivering not through cold more the shock to her body. The change had gotten more gruesome and clearly a lot more painful. She tried to calm herself, taking a deep breath but only exhaling shakily; she kept trying, she would not let herself be seen in this state, weak and fragile. Luna grew thankful that her silver tresses swamped her body covering her naked flesh keeping away some of the cold. As her body warmed lightly and became protected enveloped within her moonlight hair a soft hand came up wiping away her unspilt tears. Her eyes were stained with pain their normal ice blue now shone golden with red flecks dancing upon them.

Take wing, take flight always just out of reach, always just out of sight.

In the beginning her heart stung, in the beginning her heart cried. Trying their hardest to make things work, to try and find the heaven in their new hell. To try and make their new world a sweeter place. Yet as the years went on, days blurring together the space between them began to grow. A fractured world swallowing their love whole.

Every change they were together, riddled with pain but it was pure torture to be away. That brief fleeting moment they were both themselves, both together.

Take wing, take flight always just out of reach, always just out of sight.