#vereni

he had to blindfold her before he kissed her because otherwise he couldn't psyche himself up

Verne: Look, Reni, I really need that holocron.

Reni: Why not take it, then?

Verne: Because its.  You.  Well I.  Could you just hand it over or-- Reni: Nope.

3.10.07

Magic doesn’t exist. Superheroes don’t exist. Having powers is simply improbable, not to mention impossible. Then how do I explain this fire coming out of my hands, and sometimes when it engulfs my body. The flames seem to act on emotions, because the first time it happened I was frustrated and flames just shot out of my hands and towards the wall. The burn mark is still there, but thankfully being a scientist gives the advantage of making a believable lie.

More believable than saying fire beams shot out of my hands, anyway.

When I get around Dr. James, my whole body starts to feel hot, and sometimes I swear I can smell my clothes burning. It’s not a pleasant burning, but at the same time, it’s not exactly something I want to stop either. I’m afraid I’ll harm someone around me, and I don’t want that to happen.

3.12.07

Damn. You know how I described my whole body seems to burn when I’m around Dr. James? He was showing me something, and we made brief skin contact, and it felt amazing. Of course he dropped the tube he was holding, and said that something shocked him. My end of the experience was pleasurable. Hm.

No fire beams coming out of my hands again, yet, but I have a feeling there is something behind this physical contact and that feeling that relates to the fire. I’ll have to experiment further.

3.15.07

Are you supposed to feel bad after murdering someone? Is it supposed to eat at your conscious until you want to turn yourself in? I feel no regrets, at all, towards what happened. I pushed my theory of the physical contact further, and this time when Dr. James grabbed my sleeve to pull me towards his station to show me a discovery, he yelped and dropped my arm. His hand, though you couldn’t tell at first, was burnt, badly. Like sticking your full hand into a bonfire, it was that bad.

“Did you spill a chemical on your sleeve, Iris? Maybe I…” Dr. James moved towards the sink to stick his hand under water, but the feeling that I was left with from the contact. All I wanted was more, more of that burning feeling, more of the tingling. More of the sensation when someone just touches me in the most innocent of ways.

“Doctor, let me look at your hand.” I followed him towards the sink, and as the water flowed on his hand, I grabbed his arm. His scream was distracting from the pleasure that flowed through my veins, so my other hand covered his mouth and I held on for dear life.

By the time I let go, I realized that I was completely engulfed in flames, but that startling feeling was still going through me. However, Dr. James was barely recognizable as a charred body of little more substance than ash. 

4.15.07

It’s the feeling of want that is literally eating me alive. I can’t sleep, I can’t have a normal day out on the town without thinking about how great it would be if I could just grab that person and get the energy from them. The bank teller, the man shouting the newspaper headlines on the corner, the little girl that delivers the newspaper. Anyone. I could take anyone and feel no pity, no guilt. It’s the sense of power that it brings me; it’s that ecstasy, the unmatchable, irreplaceable feeling that fills me. I don’t care about anything else.

It’s the greatest feeling in the world, to be quite honest.

However the withdraws? Hell. Without my fill of—well really—murder, my head pounds when I try to focus, my vision blurs, and I shake like crazy. I need that feeling, there’s nothing I can do without it. I cannot have a normal life when all I want to do is murder.

It’s a wonderful feeling afterwards, though.

5.20.07

Someone knows.

Someone knows about me.

Someone knows about my powers.

Someone knows about the murders.

Someone knows about the thirst I feel.

Someone knows.

Someone knows and they want to help me.

Or wants me to help them?

5.23.07

He calls himself X.

He gives me names of people that won’t be missed.

He gives me names of people that will fill the thirst.

He wants to hire me.

He finds me intriguing.

He wants to hire me for work.

He calls the work Project Nocens.

I have little idea of what he’s referring to. I’ve never heard of it. But he wants me to be a part of it, in exchange for the complete list of those names and addresses.