She Has A Pretty Face Though (Part XX)


The following is one of many installments for a story designed specifically for my blog.  While it does step out of my usual genre, there are some things still not suitable for a younger audience.  Violent/Graphic descriptions, strong language and sexual situations may be found through different sections.  Each entry will tell a small portion of the story during different times and may not directly follow the one prior to it.  

This story follows the direct interactions, as well as the deteriorating thoughts of a young man who is struggling not only with the relationships he has with those around him, but with the relationship he has with himself as well.

Finally, all work is strictly fiction and does not reflect the views of the author.  Any resemblance to actual person(s) is only a coincidence.

If this isn’t your cup of tea, then avoid these excerpts and hopefully I’ll see you around my other posts!


He collapsed against his pillow in exhaustion, lathered in sweat and haunted by the remnants of a dream he could no longer recall.  His hands clutched at the sheets and his knuckles had become as pale as his face from the continuous effort.  It wasn’t something he was aware of, nor was it anything he had any control over and many minutes would pass before his muscles would relax enough to allow him the comfort of sleep.

His eyes were open as far as they would go and if anyone were looking upon him at just this moment, they might flee in fright from his expression alone.  His face appeared nearly as white as the sheets beneath him and his mouth was yet partially opened from the soundless shrieks he had recently contributed to the silence around him.

A large vein protruded from his forehead, pulsing in time with his racing heart, and a bead of sweat slowly made it’s final journey past his temple and into his hairline, never to be seen again.

Though his eyes were open, they were sightless.  Scott Vali was not in at this time, but rather, it was another who looked through the veil of his consciousness.  This other had no control over its host.  It could not control him for its needs, nor did it have any desire to.  It was only content in finding new and exciting ways to break this one’s mind and soul.

Time had no meaning for the ‘other’.  It only existed whenever its host’s stress levels increased, and with each visit, so too did its strength increase as well.

It passed its time by whispering into his dreams, speaking of creatures that no man would ever be able fathom.  Though it only spoke of the tiniest fraction of these beings, it was more than enough to send its host cascading into the deepest, darkest pit of despair he had ever known.

It fed on his creativity.  Though he didn’t know it, he had a strong aptitude for visualization.  He accepted it as part of his imagination, but if he’d had the motivation to, he had the potential to one day be more than he ever dreamed he could.  Whenever he began to slip into himself, it would gnaw on his thoughts, corrupting them into something more to its suiting.

This night had been big.  It was the greatest moment of its existence thus far, and, as it drifted back into its own version of slumber, it would have smiled if it’d had a face with which to do so..

Scott blinked his eyes, groaning as his body began to jerk sporadically .  There was nothing dramatic about his movements, for they were the type of movements that come with extreme exhaustion.  They came because he was beyond this point of exhaustion, forcing his arms to slightly lift into the air with each action.  It caused his right eye to twitch rapidly, a feeling that was both weird and painful, but helpless to experience .  He rolled over to his right side, burying the twitching orifice into the crook of his arm in an effort to stymie its movement, but to no avail.

Had he been dreaming?  Had he awakened from a nightmare?

He couldn’t remember, and nor did it matter for he was chasing his thoughts back into darkness.  The discomfort of his dancing muscles still worried at his body, but his impending sleep took precedence over anything he might have wanted to do about it..

He drifted once more into sleep and this time there was only darkness waiting for him on the other side.

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