Post by Eli on Oct 3, 2004 1:47:53 GMT -5
Eli sat alone in the barn, which suited him fine. He preferred to be alone right now. He was reliving difficult moments from his past.
Being abandoned at the age of 7 with one suitcase, an envelope with $1 million in large bills, and a prayer that someone would take him in. After a few days, he lost hope. "Why mother, father, why?" he screamed to no one.
It still hurt, 15 years later. He sunk down and began to cry. He hadn't been able to release the anger built inside of him. He couldn't confide in anybody. His past acquaintences we're merely that, past and acquaintances. Friends were hard to come by when your home was known solely as "The Badlands", and your house was the branches of a tree.
Eli raised himself back to a sitting position. He stared at the far wall, reliving the moment. He yelled again at the memories. "Damned lies, damned name, damned not knowing my whole past. Who am I, what is my name?" He stopped, breathing hard. He was way too tense right now, he was in a new place, brought there by the images of a girl he saw running in the streets one day when he was 12. Somehow, he felt like he needed to help her, and the visions brought her here, to this strange place.
"I know she is here, she needs help, she has lost something. Where is she?" Eli ranted again. He didn't know her name, but knew what she looked like, even 10 years later. Somehow he knew how she progressed as she grew up. And she was here, but where?
Eli picked up his suitcase. His money was in it, awaiting the day to be put in a bank. He had money, but he'd rather have been loved by his family and broke than rich and on his own. He sighed.
He cursed his own name. "Damn name, I don't even know that, is my last name Veere or RayVeere? Am I Elian Ray (pause) Veere, or Elian RayVeere?" Eli rolled his eyes back, hiding the pupils, which were the only thing in his eyes not white. He grabbed his suitcase, throwing it onto the loft, before flying up there himself. He reverted to human form. "Damn everything," Eli said as he planned to take a stake to his heart. He knew it wouldn't kill him, but it would cause a lot of pain and hopefully allow him to live without the dreams for a few hours longer.
Being abandoned at the age of 7 with one suitcase, an envelope with $1 million in large bills, and a prayer that someone would take him in. After a few days, he lost hope. "Why mother, father, why?" he screamed to no one.
It still hurt, 15 years later. He sunk down and began to cry. He hadn't been able to release the anger built inside of him. He couldn't confide in anybody. His past acquaintences we're merely that, past and acquaintances. Friends were hard to come by when your home was known solely as "The Badlands", and your house was the branches of a tree.
Eli raised himself back to a sitting position. He stared at the far wall, reliving the moment. He yelled again at the memories. "Damned lies, damned name, damned not knowing my whole past. Who am I, what is my name?" He stopped, breathing hard. He was way too tense right now, he was in a new place, brought there by the images of a girl he saw running in the streets one day when he was 12. Somehow, he felt like he needed to help her, and the visions brought her here, to this strange place.
"I know she is here, she needs help, she has lost something. Where is she?" Eli ranted again. He didn't know her name, but knew what she looked like, even 10 years later. Somehow he knew how she progressed as she grew up. And she was here, but where?
Eli picked up his suitcase. His money was in it, awaiting the day to be put in a bank. He had money, but he'd rather have been loved by his family and broke than rich and on his own. He sighed.
He cursed his own name. "Damn name, I don't even know that, is my last name Veere or RayVeere? Am I Elian Ray (pause) Veere, or Elian RayVeere?" Eli rolled his eyes back, hiding the pupils, which were the only thing in his eyes not white. He grabbed his suitcase, throwing it onto the loft, before flying up there himself. He reverted to human form. "Damn everything," Eli said as he planned to take a stake to his heart. He knew it wouldn't kill him, but it would cause a lot of pain and hopefully allow him to live without the dreams for a few hours longer.