Title: Broken Mind.
Author: Morbid Romantic.
Main Character: Bellatrix Lestrange.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
souls overload as I explode data banks,
'Cause the earth & space gave birth to this paleface,
Supreme -- linguistic -- mental machine,
Your brain cells swell - the intellects extreme,
Fire fills my veins as eye proclaim my resistance,
To the mind-swapping parasites that feed off my existence,
As I -- skin the burn to relearn the royal plan,
Somewhere out beyond the edges in the depths of spirit land,
It's authentic, apocalyptic destroyer,
Damaging challengers -- resurrection, disorder,
A monument of crisis - I strike this - your dead,
Line my nest with your soul -- cleansed in bloodshed."
-Battle Ready (Otep)
Chapter One: Death Awaits
The air carries the smell of decaying flesh. A smell, that once in my life, I reveled in. I can still taste the blood on my teeth, but it no longer is thick and sweet like it once was. Now, it's bitter, and filmy.
The air is also damp. Foggy, misty, cold. It kisses my hair and exposed flesh, leaving me shivering. I attempt to wrap my tattered and torn coat around myself, but it's useless. The cold penetrates me like a knife, sinking into my bones. I pull my head up, and lean back against the damp stone of the cell. It smells faintly of mold, making my stomach churn.
I look at my wand, broken at my boot clad feet. I can't help but emit a dry sob. But, in an instant, I quickly quiet down, holding my breath when I hear the whispers and footsteps coming closer.
My time is running out. In a matter of minuets, I will be dead. My soul will be set free to rejoin my master, and the man I was forced to love, wherever they may lie.
As my final moments approach, I can't help but look back on my life. I can't help but remember my schooldays, and the long days after. The days and nights spent by the lake. Worrying over my O.W.L.S and N.E.W.T.S. And of course...him. I loved him so much. He was the light to my dark. He was forbidden.
Anger and pain quickly ignite within me. If it hadn't of been for him, I wouldn't be here. I shake my head fiercely, quickly dashing his black eyes from my mind.
The footsteps draw near.
In a flash the memories consume me.
I feel it all. The pain, anger, sex. The power.
All the blood...
The footsteps are close; the voices are no longer whispers. I start to tremble, slowly falling into hysteria.
I fall into the past.