Post by Officer A. Morgan on Sept 7, 2009 18:04:07 GMT -5
Yeah, this is the first thing I wrote for the 100 Themes Challenge. For this I mainly focussed on Adam Morgan's POV, but it involves both him and Erling of course. Can't have one without the other. :3 This theme is Obsession, obviously.
Don't take this for canon - it might not work out this way, but who knows? If people like it enough, I might make it an rp intro.
This also went WAY past the word limit of 1500. -fail-
It took Morgan this long to find him. Decades of dead end trails, false clues, and now he had finally reached him. Gun held tightly in his hand, Morgan stayed pressed against the wall, moving slowly towards the window to get a good look inside. From what he saw, he knew...he knew this was the man.
The man who killed him, who stole his life away and made him into a monster. The same man who had brought him back to life for the sole purpose to leave him there - to leave him behind in his bloody mess. Morgan realized his teeth were clenched tightly enough that his jaw began to hurt. His grip on his pistol only tightened; green, wild eyes staring within the window at the bastard who had ruined him, that treated him like a joke.
Morgan smiled darkly to himself. He wasn't going to be the joke anymore. Oh, no. He was going to make a new punch line. After all, he had found the old man. Funny, how neither of them had aged a bit since their last encounter. Immortality, he supposed. But not for long. He was going to send both of them to the grave tonight. That he swore.
He flinched suddenly, when he saw the man he had tried so hard to find leave from his table and head towards the door. Morgan quickly hid again against the wall, holding his breath. Did the warlock know he was there? Could he sense his presence? He didn't doubt that - after all, Morgan knew he was in this house - felt it. Like a magnetic pull. Well, he was going to stop that once and for all - he was going to cut that connection with a shot in that bastard's heart. Now he knew the man would feel that.
Morgan had so many things planned for revenge - but if the guy was leaving now he couldn't have that! Oh, no...tonight was going to be the night. Hearing the door open, and listening carefully for footsteps, Morgan was surprised that when he stepped out and aimed his gun that he wasn't there. He had vanished, just like that. "Shit-" Morgan froze.
"It has been quite a while, hasn't it, Adam?" said an all too familiar voice, one that haunted his dreams at night, whose face appeared even when he closed his eyes - the chilling volume of his voice, never loud, never angry - always calm and gentlemanly. But hidden beneath that tone, Morgan heard the sadistic, cruel glee that coiled around his every word like a snake. Every word like poisonous venom into his very soul - if he even believed he still had one.
Morgan could feel him smiling from behind him, that sure, confident smirk. “You knew I was here, didn‘t you, Erling...”
A soft chuckle, and a stinging prick against his back - Erling had a knife. The same knife he stabbed him with so many years ago, Morgan bet. “Stating the obvious, now? I thought you held more conversation than that, my friend. Let’s talk in a more private, comfortable spot, shall we? Do come inside.”
Morgan hissed through his gritted teeth, moving towards the door. He found he couldn’t move the arm that held the gun - as if it was frozen - finger still on the trigger, unmoving. “You can’t do anything without your magic, can you?”
Expecting a remark, instead Erling said nothing; followed by Morgan hearing the door shut behind him. And lock. Typical. “If you are so sure you can’t die, then why freeze my arm?” He turned around, facing Erling now that the blade was no longer digging into his back.
The warlock smiled at him, as usual - the same self confident smile he had when he found Morgan hiding, who had watched him drain a woman’s corpse and use the blood for some wicked ritual Morgan still didn‘t understand. “Adam, I know you too well. It is very inconvenient, bullet wounds. I don’t think violence is really necessary right now, hmm?”
He was walking up closer now. Morgan stepped back, eyes narrowed hatefully at the man who had ruined his life and damned him. “Oh, I think violence is very necessary, Mr. Erling. I won’t stop until you are dead.”
Erling seemed amused, raising a thin, graying eyebrow at the man before him, still walking up closer, uncomfortably so for Morgan. He could feel his chilling breath on him - never warm - it was like ice. But everything felt cold to Morgan now, ever since he was resurrected. And everything tasted like ash. It was torture, living the way he had for so long - all because of this man. But Erling took his frozen arm by the wrist, lifting it up so that the pistol was aimed right at his heart.
Confused, but not showing it, Morgan kept on glaring. Erling only chuckled. “Go ahead and fire,” he said casually.
Is he joking? Morgan thought. He couldn’t even wiggle his finger because of the spell, how would he be able to fire a shot now? As if proving the point, Morgan tried to move his finger, only to find that he could - and he hesitated. What the hell was Erling planning?
“Hmm? Taking your time, Adam?” the warlock asked in his slick voice, irking Morgan to no end. “You’ve come this far, what are you waiting for? Or more importantly, why so keen in destroying me? Is it because I gave you a new life, a fresh new start? A gift so rare that people for centuries have been trying to find it?”
Keeping his pistol steady, finger still on the trigger, but not putting pressure on it, Morgan boiled with range inside. “You took everything I had away from me, that is no gift! You made me into a monster - a freak! I could never have gone back to my family. I had to go into hiding until they were all dead!”
“Ah, yes, but after that, you could have started a whole new life, couldn’t you have? It takes practice, but it is not so hard. You are still very young, naïve, despite your years.” Erling chuckled again, shaking his head. “I gave you a choice to not come to me. But the bond is stronger than I thought. It was only a matter of time until you returned to me.”
“What the hell are you talking about?” Morgan demanded, itching to pull the trigger, but somehow he felt it wasn’t time yet. He wanted answers first. When all Erling did was smile, Morgan pressed the gun closer to his chest. “Quit your games, magician. You better start talking now.”
“After I was so sure you were here to kill me. Now you want to chat?” he mused, tilting his head ever so slightly. Somehow, Morgan took notice that Erling’s movements were quite graceful, as disturbing as that thought was. Why in hell did he think that? The damned creep was smiling even more now, that arrogant, sophisticated smile. So, he thought everything and everyone was bellow him, huh? Morgan only felt his hate build more and more. “You are confused, I understand perfectly,” Erling said, slowly reaching for something in his pocket. Morgan tensed, the gun pressing deeper. “Now, now, Adam. Can’t I have a smoke in my own home?” he inquired, picking out a cigar and lighting it carefully with a finger. Magic. How aggravating.
“If you aren’t going to say anything else that’s important, I’ll pull the trigger right now, old man!” Morgan snapped, his patience, or what little he had at this point, quickly diminishing. The older man sighed, taking a quick puff and then without much of a warning, Morgan found himself flying backwards, pinned against the wall. The air was knocked out of him, and he gasped and wheezed from the impact - and Erling hadn’t even touched him. In the sudden surprise attack, Morgan had dropped the pistol. It was now left on the floor, three feet away from him. Same place Erling still stood, until he walked up just after kicking the gun farther away.
The warlock took another puff of his cigar, now face to face to the vulnerable Morgan who shouted obscenities and glared hateful, green eyes at his enemy. Erling sighed, quickly growing bored with this as he blew smoke in the younger man’s face. “You really don’t take your chances, do you? You could have shot me, but you didn’t. Do you really think you could ever accomplish that? You may tell yourself that you would end my life and in so end yours…but you don’t really want to kill me. You know, deep down, that you could never pull that trigger.”
Morgan coughed from the intoxicating smoke, struggling under the invisible binds that held him there, kept him in this despicable man’s presence. “Shut up! SHUT UP!” Morgan screamed at him. “You took my life away! My real life! I will never stop until you are dead…we are abominations!"
Erling laughed, putting out his cigar on Morgan’s arm, watching the younger man as he squirmed and bit his lip to stop from screaming. Morgan wouldn’t give the old man the satisfaction of hearing him scream. “Don’t go all religious on me, Adam. You were never a religious man. Creating your own beliefs to make things worse than it seems, dear boy, is a waist of time.” Removing the cigar, Erling watched as Morgan’s wound began to heal upon itself. “Tell me, how many attempted suicides did you go through?”
Morgan winced, glaring at him from watery eyes - but he wouldn’t let the pain show through, wouldn’t let Erling have the pleasure to see him break. He wouldn’t break. Couldn’t. “Face it, Adam, you can’t kill me. You and I, we share more than you think. How else do you think you found me, even though it took you so long as it did? Do you know why I left you?”
Morgan said nothing, only his green eyes answered him. Erling turned away, walking off towards another corner of the room, not too far off. The pressure holding him to the wall faded away, and Morgan found himself on the floor. “I left you because I gave you a choice.”
There he goes again, talking about choice, Morgan thought. But now that he’s got his back turned… He moved slowly towards the kicked away gun, reaching for it, his heart racing and feeling as if it was crawling up his throat - hand unsteady. This could be his only chance…
“The choices were that you could either find a life for yourself, or find me and succumb to your fate.” Erling’s back was still turned, his fingers tracing over a book he was about to pull from the shelf. “I figured you would follow your new instincts and find me, but I wouldn’t have minded if you chose the alternative. But, alas, as I’ve said, the bond is far too strong.”
Whatever the hell he was talking about, Morgan finally got the gun and slowly, silently, got back to his feet - ignoring his shaking hands and unsteady grip. His hands were starting to feel a lot sweatier than before. He knew he had to get this over with before the worse was to come. Something really didn’t feel right. He had to fire now, before-
“The bond that is, of course, master and servant. And so, since this is where you have decided to place yourself,” Erling spoke as he turned back around, leaving the book in its place, watching the fearful, tense younger man with the gun. Erling did nothing, he only stood, smiling, as Morgan fired his first shot.
But nothing happened. Not anything like Morgan had planned. Erling was still moving, unflinching. It was as if the bullet didn’t even hit him - but it did. He could see his black blood pouring out of the wound, staining the white suit the older man was wearing. “Stay back!” Morgan shouted, firing round after round with no such luck. He had even aimed at the damned man’s heart - but nothing. And he was out. He had fired his last. “Why won’t you die!“ he screamed, his eyes wild and wide, filled with panic, confusion, and fear. He was too shocked to even move, stuck in place - and not by magic.
Erling placed a hand on the younger man's quivering shoulder then, his other lowering Morgan's arms whose hands were clutching to the useless gun like a lifeline. He slowly removed the trembling, gripping fingers from the pistol, until finally Morgan dropped it. Erling leaned closer towards him then, his lips grazing the young man's ear, the same cold breath that sent chills down through Morgan even more. He whispered, quietly, his voice still powerful, almost addictive, “Tu es mei.”
The unfinished spell was cast. Morgan could feel it click into his mind, shattering him into a million pieces. He fell to his knees then, his pupils shrinking, rolling back into his head. Erling caught him, silent, frowning. Growing limp, feeling his consciousness slipping away, Morgan fought as much as he could, gripping the fabric of the warlock’s jacket, digging his nails in deep. “What…did…you…do…” he gasped for air, curling closer towards the fetal position from the pain. “…to…me…” he rasped.
“Finished what I started,” Erling said carefully, watching him with cold, icy, swirling blue eyes. Bottomless, ageless. Morgan found he could get lost in those eyes - into oblivion. A place he could never reach now. He was given the chance, but he failed…
Now he was Erling’s…
Erling...
...Er…
...Ma…
...ster…
...Master.
Morgan’s eyes fought to stay open, but Erling whispered something he couldn’t quite make out. He stopped fighting then, letting the darkness sweep him away.
Erling‘s frown removed itself, returning the familiar smile. “Sleep well, now, Adam. I have many plans set out for you…”
A whisper, a swear, the words spoken without the essence of magic, this time. But it was just as strong.
“You are mine.”[/size]
Don't take this for canon - it might not work out this way, but who knows? If people like it enough, I might make it an rp intro.
This also went WAY past the word limit of 1500. -fail-
Obsession
[/center]It took Morgan this long to find him. Decades of dead end trails, false clues, and now he had finally reached him. Gun held tightly in his hand, Morgan stayed pressed against the wall, moving slowly towards the window to get a good look inside. From what he saw, he knew...he knew this was the man.
The man who killed him, who stole his life away and made him into a monster. The same man who had brought him back to life for the sole purpose to leave him there - to leave him behind in his bloody mess. Morgan realized his teeth were clenched tightly enough that his jaw began to hurt. His grip on his pistol only tightened; green, wild eyes staring within the window at the bastard who had ruined him, that treated him like a joke.
Morgan smiled darkly to himself. He wasn't going to be the joke anymore. Oh, no. He was going to make a new punch line. After all, he had found the old man. Funny, how neither of them had aged a bit since their last encounter. Immortality, he supposed. But not for long. He was going to send both of them to the grave tonight. That he swore.
He flinched suddenly, when he saw the man he had tried so hard to find leave from his table and head towards the door. Morgan quickly hid again against the wall, holding his breath. Did the warlock know he was there? Could he sense his presence? He didn't doubt that - after all, Morgan knew he was in this house - felt it. Like a magnetic pull. Well, he was going to stop that once and for all - he was going to cut that connection with a shot in that bastard's heart. Now he knew the man would feel that.
Morgan had so many things planned for revenge - but if the guy was leaving now he couldn't have that! Oh, no...tonight was going to be the night. Hearing the door open, and listening carefully for footsteps, Morgan was surprised that when he stepped out and aimed his gun that he wasn't there. He had vanished, just like that. "Shit-" Morgan froze.
"It has been quite a while, hasn't it, Adam?" said an all too familiar voice, one that haunted his dreams at night, whose face appeared even when he closed his eyes - the chilling volume of his voice, never loud, never angry - always calm and gentlemanly. But hidden beneath that tone, Morgan heard the sadistic, cruel glee that coiled around his every word like a snake. Every word like poisonous venom into his very soul - if he even believed he still had one.
Morgan could feel him smiling from behind him, that sure, confident smirk. “You knew I was here, didn‘t you, Erling...”
A soft chuckle, and a stinging prick against his back - Erling had a knife. The same knife he stabbed him with so many years ago, Morgan bet. “Stating the obvious, now? I thought you held more conversation than that, my friend. Let’s talk in a more private, comfortable spot, shall we? Do come inside.”
Morgan hissed through his gritted teeth, moving towards the door. He found he couldn’t move the arm that held the gun - as if it was frozen - finger still on the trigger, unmoving. “You can’t do anything without your magic, can you?”
Expecting a remark, instead Erling said nothing; followed by Morgan hearing the door shut behind him. And lock. Typical. “If you are so sure you can’t die, then why freeze my arm?” He turned around, facing Erling now that the blade was no longer digging into his back.
The warlock smiled at him, as usual - the same self confident smile he had when he found Morgan hiding, who had watched him drain a woman’s corpse and use the blood for some wicked ritual Morgan still didn‘t understand. “Adam, I know you too well. It is very inconvenient, bullet wounds. I don’t think violence is really necessary right now, hmm?”
He was walking up closer now. Morgan stepped back, eyes narrowed hatefully at the man who had ruined his life and damned him. “Oh, I think violence is very necessary, Mr. Erling. I won’t stop until you are dead.”
Erling seemed amused, raising a thin, graying eyebrow at the man before him, still walking up closer, uncomfortably so for Morgan. He could feel his chilling breath on him - never warm - it was like ice. But everything felt cold to Morgan now, ever since he was resurrected. And everything tasted like ash. It was torture, living the way he had for so long - all because of this man. But Erling took his frozen arm by the wrist, lifting it up so that the pistol was aimed right at his heart.
Confused, but not showing it, Morgan kept on glaring. Erling only chuckled. “Go ahead and fire,” he said casually.
Is he joking? Morgan thought. He couldn’t even wiggle his finger because of the spell, how would he be able to fire a shot now? As if proving the point, Morgan tried to move his finger, only to find that he could - and he hesitated. What the hell was Erling planning?
“Hmm? Taking your time, Adam?” the warlock asked in his slick voice, irking Morgan to no end. “You’ve come this far, what are you waiting for? Or more importantly, why so keen in destroying me? Is it because I gave you a new life, a fresh new start? A gift so rare that people for centuries have been trying to find it?”
Keeping his pistol steady, finger still on the trigger, but not putting pressure on it, Morgan boiled with range inside. “You took everything I had away from me, that is no gift! You made me into a monster - a freak! I could never have gone back to my family. I had to go into hiding until they were all dead!”
“Ah, yes, but after that, you could have started a whole new life, couldn’t you have? It takes practice, but it is not so hard. You are still very young, naïve, despite your years.” Erling chuckled again, shaking his head. “I gave you a choice to not come to me. But the bond is stronger than I thought. It was only a matter of time until you returned to me.”
“What the hell are you talking about?” Morgan demanded, itching to pull the trigger, but somehow he felt it wasn’t time yet. He wanted answers first. When all Erling did was smile, Morgan pressed the gun closer to his chest. “Quit your games, magician. You better start talking now.”
“After I was so sure you were here to kill me. Now you want to chat?” he mused, tilting his head ever so slightly. Somehow, Morgan took notice that Erling’s movements were quite graceful, as disturbing as that thought was. Why in hell did he think that? The damned creep was smiling even more now, that arrogant, sophisticated smile. So, he thought everything and everyone was bellow him, huh? Morgan only felt his hate build more and more. “You are confused, I understand perfectly,” Erling said, slowly reaching for something in his pocket. Morgan tensed, the gun pressing deeper. “Now, now, Adam. Can’t I have a smoke in my own home?” he inquired, picking out a cigar and lighting it carefully with a finger. Magic. How aggravating.
“If you aren’t going to say anything else that’s important, I’ll pull the trigger right now, old man!” Morgan snapped, his patience, or what little he had at this point, quickly diminishing. The older man sighed, taking a quick puff and then without much of a warning, Morgan found himself flying backwards, pinned against the wall. The air was knocked out of him, and he gasped and wheezed from the impact - and Erling hadn’t even touched him. In the sudden surprise attack, Morgan had dropped the pistol. It was now left on the floor, three feet away from him. Same place Erling still stood, until he walked up just after kicking the gun farther away.
The warlock took another puff of his cigar, now face to face to the vulnerable Morgan who shouted obscenities and glared hateful, green eyes at his enemy. Erling sighed, quickly growing bored with this as he blew smoke in the younger man’s face. “You really don’t take your chances, do you? You could have shot me, but you didn’t. Do you really think you could ever accomplish that? You may tell yourself that you would end my life and in so end yours…but you don’t really want to kill me. You know, deep down, that you could never pull that trigger.”
Morgan coughed from the intoxicating smoke, struggling under the invisible binds that held him there, kept him in this despicable man’s presence. “Shut up! SHUT UP!” Morgan screamed at him. “You took my life away! My real life! I will never stop until you are dead…we are abominations!"
Erling laughed, putting out his cigar on Morgan’s arm, watching the younger man as he squirmed and bit his lip to stop from screaming. Morgan wouldn’t give the old man the satisfaction of hearing him scream. “Don’t go all religious on me, Adam. You were never a religious man. Creating your own beliefs to make things worse than it seems, dear boy, is a waist of time.” Removing the cigar, Erling watched as Morgan’s wound began to heal upon itself. “Tell me, how many attempted suicides did you go through?”
Morgan winced, glaring at him from watery eyes - but he wouldn’t let the pain show through, wouldn’t let Erling have the pleasure to see him break. He wouldn’t break. Couldn’t. “Face it, Adam, you can’t kill me. You and I, we share more than you think. How else do you think you found me, even though it took you so long as it did? Do you know why I left you?”
Morgan said nothing, only his green eyes answered him. Erling turned away, walking off towards another corner of the room, not too far off. The pressure holding him to the wall faded away, and Morgan found himself on the floor. “I left you because I gave you a choice.”
There he goes again, talking about choice, Morgan thought. But now that he’s got his back turned… He moved slowly towards the kicked away gun, reaching for it, his heart racing and feeling as if it was crawling up his throat - hand unsteady. This could be his only chance…
“The choices were that you could either find a life for yourself, or find me and succumb to your fate.” Erling’s back was still turned, his fingers tracing over a book he was about to pull from the shelf. “I figured you would follow your new instincts and find me, but I wouldn’t have minded if you chose the alternative. But, alas, as I’ve said, the bond is far too strong.”
Whatever the hell he was talking about, Morgan finally got the gun and slowly, silently, got back to his feet - ignoring his shaking hands and unsteady grip. His hands were starting to feel a lot sweatier than before. He knew he had to get this over with before the worse was to come. Something really didn’t feel right. He had to fire now, before-
“The bond that is, of course, master and servant. And so, since this is where you have decided to place yourself,” Erling spoke as he turned back around, leaving the book in its place, watching the fearful, tense younger man with the gun. Erling did nothing, he only stood, smiling, as Morgan fired his first shot.
But nothing happened. Not anything like Morgan had planned. Erling was still moving, unflinching. It was as if the bullet didn’t even hit him - but it did. He could see his black blood pouring out of the wound, staining the white suit the older man was wearing. “Stay back!” Morgan shouted, firing round after round with no such luck. He had even aimed at the damned man’s heart - but nothing. And he was out. He had fired his last. “Why won’t you die!“ he screamed, his eyes wild and wide, filled with panic, confusion, and fear. He was too shocked to even move, stuck in place - and not by magic.
Erling placed a hand on the younger man's quivering shoulder then, his other lowering Morgan's arms whose hands were clutching to the useless gun like a lifeline. He slowly removed the trembling, gripping fingers from the pistol, until finally Morgan dropped it. Erling leaned closer towards him then, his lips grazing the young man's ear, the same cold breath that sent chills down through Morgan even more. He whispered, quietly, his voice still powerful, almost addictive, “Tu es mei.”
The unfinished spell was cast. Morgan could feel it click into his mind, shattering him into a million pieces. He fell to his knees then, his pupils shrinking, rolling back into his head. Erling caught him, silent, frowning. Growing limp, feeling his consciousness slipping away, Morgan fought as much as he could, gripping the fabric of the warlock’s jacket, digging his nails in deep. “What…did…you…do…” he gasped for air, curling closer towards the fetal position from the pain. “…to…me…” he rasped.
“Finished what I started,” Erling said carefully, watching him with cold, icy, swirling blue eyes. Bottomless, ageless. Morgan found he could get lost in those eyes - into oblivion. A place he could never reach now. He was given the chance, but he failed…
Now he was Erling’s…
Erling...
...Er…
...Ma…
...ster…
...Master.
Morgan’s eyes fought to stay open, but Erling whispered something he couldn’t quite make out. He stopped fighting then, letting the darkness sweep him away.
Erling‘s frown removed itself, returning the familiar smile. “Sleep well, now, Adam. I have many plans set out for you…”
A whisper, a swear, the words spoken without the essence of magic, this time. But it was just as strong.
“You are mine.”[/size]