by Hopeflower » Tue Mar 09, 2010 8:49 pm
Ira couldn't have told anyone what happened next. She didn't pass out - but she was suddenly standing in an unfamiliar room, facing a large painting of the snake and rose tattoo. She looked around, blinking, and spotted a young man standing, staring out of a window. His dark hair was streaked with crimson, which glinted like wet blood. "So Eleven is dead," he said quietly, not turning his head. He seemed to be speaking to himself. Ira could only assume this was Zero. The description fit, down to the last detail, except for the fact that Zero had his own tattoo. The same one he had painted on the wall. The sleeveless shirt he wore, exposing the mark, was black, and its collar reached up to hug his throat. His skin was pale, but it was natural, not the result of too much time spent indoors. When he finally turned his head enough to see his face, Ira felt her eyes narrow. Slitted pupils. So Eleven hadn't been lying when he'd said Zero was another demon. Then she was back in her room, breathing hard as if she'd run a mile. her headache was going away. She closed her eyes, leaning her head against the wall. She just wanted this day to be over already.
"Gotta have a little sadness once in a while so you know when the good times come."
"Talent is a pursued interest. In other words, anything that you're willing to practice, you can do." ~ Bob Ross
"The future is always uncertain and painful but it must be lived." ~ Unknown