Darkness in the AirShadows creeped around in the twilight hourSeeking living beings to devourOut of the brush came a solid white deerBounding with mereHappiness.The dark forms twisted and approachedThe deer's unsuspecting face.Hours later a hunter and his son appeared in the same placeThe son asked, "What is that?"And pointed at the ground.Black blood was splattered around,cursing the plants where it lay.The hunter shivered and motioned his son away.The entire forest turned black since that day.
Alone...This place... nothing is here.Only the force of silence draws me near.See, there was once life,But that was long ago.Now there is only a barren wastelandIn the year Three-oh-oh-oh.Only one thing remained on this planet,And that was me.Yet there was only one drawback to this excellent plan of mine,And it was my worst fear.Loneliness.I was all aloneIn this barren wasteland of mine.
Storm at the DocksThe storm rolled aboutAnd the ships stayed inThe entire dockSwayed in the wind.The thunder gave a great big shoutSending lightning all aboutReaching for the horizon like limbsSeeking to reach the end.
Pandora's Music BoxUpon the floorAn old box layForever cursedTo stay at bay.Inside a little doll doeseth stayForever until the end of her daysNow she is worn and cracked;With naught a resemblanceOf her old ensemble. Inside Pandora's music boxDost that old doll lay.
Feeling None: MelancholyTears dripping steadily from her eyes,Mixing together with the rainThe acrid smell of pollution was draining her strengthDeath was natural, and not feared by her.The only thing that bothered herWere the humans and their lack of interestIn the world and their own healthThis way of dieing was unnatural.She faintly felt only two emotions.Melancholy. Hatred.Humans were murderers.The dead, choked girl lay at her feet.She, like the others, cared naught for Earth.Murderers.
Feeling None: DeathHer life and consciousness were slipping awayDripping like water in a caveThe other choked her neck until she could feel nothing.Pain. Weakness. Fear. Death.Absolutely nothing.
Feeling None: FuryA pure fury coursed through herAdrenaline flowing and gushing through her like a riverHer numb body hung limp in her handsAs she squeezed the remaining fragments of life from herDropping the corpse, she felt nothing.Fury. Hatred. Guilt. Fear.Absolutely nothing.
Gory PH SceneSurprised yet relieved, he stood up slowly, looking the leader in the face. The leader was perspiring slightly, glancing behind himself and, upon turning, noticed his knife leaning against a wall. Turning back to the leader, he growled loudly. The leader gulped, the round thing in his throat moving up slightly then back down. "W-wait," he stammered. "I... I'll let you go! Just please let me live, please...." he mewled piteously, dropping to his knees. Grunting, PH broke the chains and clutched his knife's familiar, calming handle. Holding it backwards (handle forward knife backwards), he held it to the man's throat. He gulped, fear making his body spasm randomly. "W-wait... P-p-please d-d-don't ki--" Having heard enough, he slashed the leader's arms off, the two now-limp and bleeding flesh making a loud thump as they hit the floor. The leader screamed in agony; grabbing him by the throat, the muscled man growled loudly. The leader was still screaming, his scarlet fluids running from hi