Post by Goat Prince on Jan 11, 2007 18:10:29 GMT -5
I wrote this after watching again the Wendy beatdown scene. I loved that scene so much that I wrote this quick thing. Please enjoy!
some spoilers, I guess...
Softly
There is a certain exhilaration that comes with a rush of roaring
anger. You hear it first in your ears, as faint white noise and
buzzing. It crawls into your brain next, sweeping over it in the
form of dizziness and delirium. It drops down into your lungs—
you gasp for breath. Your pupils contract, shrink to pinpoints.
Everything is blurry. You know your face is distorted into some
foul grimace. You feel unhinged anger, from your tense
shoulders to your clenched fists.
You feel soothingly ugly.
But sometimes, there is a blur of a soft palm, cutting against a
plump cheek, punctuated by a sharp crack. A roar erupts from
the depths.
Jennifer felt this all, in one rush, one swoop.
Rose petals, like drops of blood, sprayed in a red arc as Wendy
swayed and dropped to her knees with a grunt of pain. Wood,
nails, and splinters are biting to the touch.
Jennifer’s hand was throbbing, stinging from the skin of another.
Oh, and there were eyes that stared at her, ashamedly, from the
corners! Jennifer felt that, too. The roar metamorphosed into a
shrill scream.
"’Aristocrats?!?’"
Hysteria. Disbelief.
“You're just the opposite!!”
Accusations.
A spell of stillness was lifted. Jennifer’s hands went into hysterics.
Hard, obnoxious sounds of slapping followed every hit. Blacks
and blues soon colored the Princess of the Rose’s white, white
skin.
“Liar!”
A paper cut.
“Go away!”
A bee’s sting.
“I hate you!”
A knife stabbing and slicing.
“It’s all just hideous!”
She ripped the rose from her heart. Jennifer paused, not
knowing what, exactly, to do with it.
Just hideous!
In a quick, jerky movement, it found its place on the ground. It
writhed and rolled a bit, as if anguished.
Wendy sobbed, tears tumbling, as she stumbled away from her
throne. Expressions of loathing and contempt are biting to the
heart.
It was after Wendy’s departure when the anger began to ebb
away. The roaring in Jennifer’s ears became a quiet sigh. Her
blood turned cold. Her muscles grew weak. She blinked, finding
herself dazed in an ocean of petals and stares.
In scant, blue moonlight, she brought her hand to her face to see
it clearly--
Raw and red.
Throbbing.
Tender and soft.
Just like anger.
fin
some spoilers, I guess...
Softly
There is a certain exhilaration that comes with a rush of roaring
anger. You hear it first in your ears, as faint white noise and
buzzing. It crawls into your brain next, sweeping over it in the
form of dizziness and delirium. It drops down into your lungs—
you gasp for breath. Your pupils contract, shrink to pinpoints.
Everything is blurry. You know your face is distorted into some
foul grimace. You feel unhinged anger, from your tense
shoulders to your clenched fists.
You feel soothingly ugly.
But sometimes, there is a blur of a soft palm, cutting against a
plump cheek, punctuated by a sharp crack. A roar erupts from
the depths.
Jennifer felt this all, in one rush, one swoop.
Rose petals, like drops of blood, sprayed in a red arc as Wendy
swayed and dropped to her knees with a grunt of pain. Wood,
nails, and splinters are biting to the touch.
Jennifer’s hand was throbbing, stinging from the skin of another.
Oh, and there were eyes that stared at her, ashamedly, from the
corners! Jennifer felt that, too. The roar metamorphosed into a
shrill scream.
"’Aristocrats?!?’"
Hysteria. Disbelief.
“You're just the opposite!!”
Accusations.
A spell of stillness was lifted. Jennifer’s hands went into hysterics.
Hard, obnoxious sounds of slapping followed every hit. Blacks
and blues soon colored the Princess of the Rose’s white, white
skin.
“Liar!”
A paper cut.
“Go away!”
A bee’s sting.
“I hate you!”
A knife stabbing and slicing.
“It’s all just hideous!”
She ripped the rose from her heart. Jennifer paused, not
knowing what, exactly, to do with it.
Just hideous!
In a quick, jerky movement, it found its place on the ground. It
writhed and rolled a bit, as if anguished.
Wendy sobbed, tears tumbling, as she stumbled away from her
throne. Expressions of loathing and contempt are biting to the
heart.
It was after Wendy’s departure when the anger began to ebb
away. The roaring in Jennifer’s ears became a quiet sigh. Her
blood turned cold. Her muscles grew weak. She blinked, finding
herself dazed in an ocean of petals and stares.
In scant, blue moonlight, she brought her hand to her face to see
it clearly--
Raw and red.
Throbbing.
Tender and soft.
Just like anger.
fin
