"Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned."







The Room

      The dusty space underneath the staircase housed clay statues of religious figures such Mother Mary and Jesus. Red dripped from Jesus' hands and feet, and it rained blood from the spiked halo adorned upon his head. All the messy paintwork that detailed his eyes made him look unloving and unwelcoming. Zach kneeled in front of him, resting the open wounds on his knees into the line of salt on the floor.

      "Pray." Commands the voice behind him. He flinches first, then lowers his head and begins, "Be merciful to me, O God..." Only two weeks six earlier had Zach turned eight years old. At his party, there was balloons and cake, even friends from school. But not Ruth. Zach's parents were very particular about the friends he made, and Ruth had not made the cut. "...because of your constant love, because of your great mercy..." His parents told him he is not to speak to Ruth at school. Even so, Zach remained friendly towards her in the schoolyard. It was only a matter of time before husband parents noticed.

      They said she was poison her family did not worship God.  Zach didn't know what that meant, only that it was bad. She didn't seem bad. He got two lashes to his feet and another three on each knee for crying about it. Locked for two hours in the prayer room, another hour added each time he pulled his hands apart. In total, five hours.




Coping Mechanisms

      Silently consoling himself in his bedroom was not enough to mentally protect himself from the daily abuse. Each day he lived in fear; second-guessing every move he made. It was taking a massive toll on him and reflected throughout his life. Zach had terrible grades, unhealthy relationships with other children at school, and grew skittish of adults. He had been emotionally and physically beaten down to the point of lacking trust in himself, and Zach had nowhere to turn.

      Then, he made a friend. It all started innocently enough. Presumably, Zach invented an imaginary friend named Alexander, or Alex for short. Zach and Alex would often play quietly in his bedroom, or on the playground at school. They were inseparable. Where Zach went, Alex would follow. He often reserved a seat for him at the church on Sundays, and sometimes was daring enough to insist that his parents leave an empty chair for him at the dinner table. 

     Zach's parents were willing to put up with his imaginary friend, but as weeks turned into months, their patience wore thin. They insisted that Alexander needed to go - Zach had surely outgrown an imaginary friend. It wasn't going to be that easy, however. Fearful of what his parents might do if he went against them, Zach tried his hardest to forget about Alex.  Yet, no matter what he would do, Alex continued to hover around Zach endlessly. He would appear on the opposite side of the playground, taunting Zach to encourage him to interact with him. Sometimes, he would throw things at Zach during class. The more Zach ignored Alex, the more irritated he became.


      The first blackout was the scariest; Earth froze, and Zach along with it. Time slipped through his grasp as his consciousness fell into a deep slumber. Alexander, the friend supposedly crafted from a child's imagination, had grown tired of being ignored and so, out of desperation to stay in touch with his dear friend, possessed the poor boy. The loss of control came in and out like seizures, wearing out Zach on a day to day bases. One night, when he finally came to, Zach recalls a horrified expression on his parents' faces. What did Alex do? What did he say?  That night, he was punished severely. Multiple beatings from his father's belt tore up his flesh. His throat burning painfully as his screams ripped at his vocal cords. He never did find out what it was that he did to deserve such a beating.

      His parents were delirious, calling Zach's blackouts and behaviour to be the work of the devil. Priests came to visit Zach, intrigued by rumours spreading at the church of the boy with the Devil inside his head. Convinced that the only way to save their son would be an exorcism, his parents encouraged the visitations, exposing him to many exorcisms. The whole experience was a blur of confused timelines and varying memories for Zach. From his parents perspective, their only real option was to lock Zach away and pray to God for a miracle that their son may be saved.

      As if Alex were apologetic, Zach did not see, nor hear a single word from his friend in the following years. Not until he was a teenager did Alex reappear looking to have grown older much like himself, and still very much not real. Despite his efforts to ignore the lingering ghost of his imagination, Zach eventually could not continue to pretend Alex did not seem incredibly real to him. To this day, Zach is still followed on a day to day bases by his life-long friend. 


"What if I told you that I don't know what's real anymore?"







 The Game and Friends

       In Zach's first year of high school, he tried out for the football team. He showed promise out on the field because of his physique and apparent natural talent for sports. However, his knowledge of the game was severely lacking and therefore led to him not making the team. Not all hope had been lost that day, as Zach had made friends with a fellow classmate at the trials -Matt, who had been lucky enough to make the cut. 

       Through Matt, Zach became friends with a wider circle of people which included Josh, Chris, Mike, Samantha, Jessica and Ashley. He is the final addition to the group of friends but considers them all to be just as close to him as Matt is. From the beginning, Zach has always been open and honest with his friends about his rough relationship with his parents. Although,  he preferred to skip over a few details about his still very-current imaginary friend. They have helped him through rough times whether they know it or not, helping him to find independence, as well as question his religion in a healthy way.

      Matt is who Zach feels he owes the most to, as he is the source of all of Zach's current football knowledge. Wanting to find an escape from his home, even if it only meant an extra couple of hours after school a few times a week, Zach put his all into qualifying for the football team. With some help and a whole lot of patience from Matt, Zach made team. Without any other hobbies or particular talents, Zach focused all of his time and effort on the sport, much to his parents' dismay. 

      Gradually, Zach grew to the top of his football team and before he knew it he was on the field for every game. Before his high-school graduation, he was scouted by multiple colleges' seeking out talented football players. Zach, who had rather disappointing grades, was encouraged to raise his average to better qualify for a full scholarship at the respective colleges. Turning back to his friend Matt, and newer friend, Samantha, Zach sought out help to achieve higher grades. He had been successful enough to land a scholarship to the furthest college away from his hometown. Without his friends and football, he doesn't know where he would still be today.


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  • "I quite like it plain." He replies, "Is that all?" He does not appear to be shooing the youngster away. It is hard to say with a dead expression and eyes expressing little interest in the world around him. 

  • "Hm...?" He mumbled, a quizzical sound as his head raised and hazel eyes lift from his read. It was a simple daily post he had grabbed from a basket by the cashier, one with a little sign requesting that the paper be returned after use. The strangest part of all this was a good bit of corndog is shoved into his mouth. Clearly he is doing it wrong which made him a possible target for the perverted minded. Chew, chew, chew, swallow. "Yes?"

  • Joshua wasn’t particularly thrilled about where this drama train appeared to be headed at, as from the looks and sounds of things he would be trying to escape the house, or hide out somewhere inside of it. And with the boy now shirtless, doing either would likely prove more than a little uncomfortable for him. And he let that fact be known as he presented a clear look of annoyance, slightly exaggerated, though he wagered a few hundred bucks that said a tiny detail such as that was undoubtedly wasted on the other.

    So, standing at the threshold of the door he awaited the response of his friend as tiny little droplets of water occasionally trickled down his face, kissing it gently as it continued to cascade down that sharp jawline of his, gathering at his chin where they then dropped soundlessly to the floor, adding little needed nurture for the varying species of mildew growing there.

    Now, surprisingly, Josh didn’t have to stand in his quickly forming puddle for long, and was almost immediately dragged across the hallway and hastily shoved into his friend’s room.

    Once inside, Josh’s eyes ran a quick scan of the area, wondering if the football star had meant for him to squeeze himself into the closet or maybe hide underneath the bed. Or maybe, by the stretch of the imagination, the dolt actually believed Josh was nimble enough to bend his body to be able to fit into one of his sock drawers? However failure to properly hide in one of these things would find Josh confronted by Mr. Conservative 2015. What would he even say?

    ‘Oh hello mister religious fanatic daddy, sir! Yeah me and your son here, well we were merely doing normal teenage stuff. Nothing at all to worry about! Why am I in the closet you ask, half naked and slick with water? There is a logical explanation sir...we were praying, you see.’

    “Window, hurry!”

    Nope, none of the above. Josh was going to take a stroll out on town shirtless it seems.

                                        “Fuck, Zach.”

    A groan of displeasure escaped him as he threw his clothes for Zach to catch, then hiked his leg up and over the window ledge, placing his hands on the wall outside and used this as leverage to drag himself halfway through. However somewhere in doing that he lost his grip, and plummeted straight down into the twisted shrubbery below. It was now, entangled in all that nature that he realized that it had begun to rain, and he felt his elbow digging deep into the muddy earth and he could only imagine that if it weren’t for the shrub being there, to act as a shield, he’d be looking more like a pig in the mire.

    "Zach. What the fuck?" Piggy said as he rolled out and onto the wet lawn, rising to his feet and proving himself to be in need of another shower still.

  • (Thanks for accepting the invite. Hopefully we can plan out a roleplay sometime)

  • Josh

    Washington lodge



    The time flowed ever onwards, with every passing hour being sharply punctuated by the strike of the clock as Josh spent the first few ticks of it overlooking his ‘playground’ for flaws he might have potentially missed during the first few rounds, and this time, making sure of checking twice or even thrice, all to rule out any chance of a hiccup or fuckup.

    It was important that this didn’t fail, as he’d only get one chance, or risk to lose it all.
    But after having gone through each and every technical doo-hickey in the same manner as the previous in what was basically a loop, he found himself ultimately standing in the living room area looking at that beautifully designed leather couch that his mom had bought many years ago, so long ago that it had in fact been worn past the point of distress and now had small tears and holes in it, not that these qualities somehow made it any less valuable to him.
    In fact the opposite stood true because he could remember him and his friends a few years ago all curled up together underneath a warm cozy blanket, everyone at peace with one another and just enjoying the company of one another, watching some random comedy/horror movie whilst bowls filled to the maximum with chips were exchanged hands almost faster than they were replenished, with the result of many times someone ending up with an empty bowl.
    But no one cared, they were having fun. And that’s what it was about.
    But this night, this was different, this was to mend the wounds and to bring everyone together back again, as it had always been.

    With that memory in mind the boy plunged into the softness of the couch with a satisfactory thump and rested for a while, killing the last few ticks of the clock in a more comfortable position while the snow outside continued to pile up and the skies slowly began to drain of all light, leaving only hues of blues and whites as the moonlight peeked through the clouds.
    The time had finally arrived, and the more than excited lad flew out of his seat, throwing on some appropriate winter wear and heading outside into the icy chill, and in his eagerness he almost forgot an important thing in any good movie; the mood setting.
    Cursing himself internally for this near blunder he quickly turned and rummaged through his pocket, flipping out a tiny little bottle of water that he poured into the locking mechanism of the door, shutting it and hoping it would be enough to freeze.
    'The door which doesn’t open', a must have in any horror scenario he thought as he climbed down the stairs and his boots suddenly sank into the snow with a crunch, and continued to make that noise so as he strolled down the path towards the cable car to meet them there or halfway there.

    “Mhm. You should speak to Josh about arranging the next winter getaway party in the Bahamas then.” Jessica suggested with a laugh, followed by the sound of the arrival of the cable car.
    “Boy, oh boy, new people! Time to meet and greet.” Striding gracefully to meet up with the other new arrivals she stops and turns, kicking a whole bunch of snow towards the other teen and pouting her lips.
    “Oh come on! Don’t be such a wimp, Zachary, I mean you don’t want Sam to see you this way do you? Looking like a deflated whoopie cushion, I mean."

    She sent a little bit more snow Zach's way as she continued to tease him.

  • Ever since the warehouse Josh had been looking forwards to rid himself of all of that grit and grime that now almost acted as a second layer of skin as pieces of plaster still remained stuck and entangled in hair scattered across his entire body, as well as a coating of vaseline on top, which made every motion sickeningly slick as he literally felt it oozing down the length of his body. And especially uncomfortable was the fact that he was pretty sure he had some plaster where he knew he shouldn’t. Where he really shouldn’t.
    So, naturally, the boy was eager when he finally could get it all off of him, and he quickly threw of all his clothings and belongings, tossing them aside and diving with his head first into the shower, immediately cranking up the valve and awaiting for that warm goodness to embrace his body and wash it all away. However what came was a ‘little’ bit unexpected as Josh suffered an immediate physical shock which ran marching through his system as thousands upon thousands drops of frigid cold water burst out of the shower head, overloading his system and forcing him to quickly step out of the way of the stream.
    “Motherfucker….” A muttering swear word was uttered as he cursed the water for making him feel like Jack Dawson.
    Cautiously he stuck his hand forwards after a while, allowing his hand to be swallowed by the water as he checked the temperature. Approving it’s transition over to something more agreeable he stepped in again and cooed in pleasure as he felt like a snake shedding his skin as pieces of plaster dropped off his skin like small white scales.
    But no sooner had he stepped in when he needed to step out.

    “Great!” The Washington boy snaps after code red had been issued.
    “He’s gonna sacrifice me to Jesus isn’t he?” Josh mutters loudly to the other behind the door as he jumps out of the shower and it’s not long until almost the entire bathroom is entirely soaked, but he does his best to quickly wipe the worst with a towel and dragging what clothes he can onto his body. Emerging from the bathroom Josh stands shirtless, wearing only pants with the rest of it chucked together in his arms. “So, what the fuck do I do, man?”

  • Normally, the all black--inside and out-- 1967 Camaro ran like a dream, and she was.  A dream come true, that is.  But apparently, even dream cars with 1,750 horse power he liked to refer to interchangeably as 'speed incarnate' and 'sub par piece of trash' were prone to breaking down.  He really doesn't like the idea of leaving her all by her lonesome on the side of the road where literally anything could happen to her-- but he can't find another solution.  He'd sat in the drivers seat, bare back sticking to the leather, eyes closed as he poured every ounce of his intentions into her-- and nothing changed, she sat there stubborn and sleepy.  So he'd slithered out into the cold and pulled open the hood to root around her insides.  But that had only gotten his fingers covered with grease and gasoline and still she defied him.

    "Piece of shit," he spit into the grass, slamming the hood of the car hard.  The loudness of it makes him feel better. "no good grease-stain," as he walks around towards the drivers side door, he kicks the tire, but that doesn't do much for him so he punches the mirror, knocking it off tilter. "bundle of lies." pulling open the driver door, he crawls across the seat to the passenger side and reaches for his shirt on the floor, shaking it off as he retreats.  It's as holey and shredded every other shirt he owns, love notes from his pet raven.  And just as black as the bird too; he slips into it and rolls the sleeves up to his elbows.

    He boots the door closed behind him, then he makes sure all the doors are locked and mutters a quiet curse under his breath before venturing off down the road.  Everything is familiar, but he doesn't think much of it.. at least until he ends up walking right into a parking lot, and by that time it's too late to consider his whereabouts, he recognizes the splay of buildings.

    Next thing he knows, he's moving across the campus and pulling open a door to slip inside.  He pauses in the door-way, thumbing one of the two golden hoops in his right earlobe.  The wind curling into the room under his arms and over his shoulders, playing at his unruly golden spikes.  Now it all makes sense.  It's been so long since he's been here-- years, although it probably hasn't been nearly as long in this world.  He takes a moment to look around, his moss-green eyes following the golden threads of potent energy all the way Zach, where he's just attacked a desk with his head.

    Anzu tips his head, a lazy grin stretching onto his mouth.  He slips in.. but he doesn't approach the male right away, following along one of the many tall bookshelves.  Tracing their spines with his long, scarred fingers until he finds something interesting.  It's a thick black book with no label.  It has a fancy intricate gold border, and gold edged pages.  The only identifying mark at all is a figure on the front, reclined against a rock.  Wide, hooked wings akin to a bats--or a demons-- unfurling majestically from his shoulders.

    This is what he tosses down--rather loudly-- on the desk beside Zachary's laptop.  THUMP!  "This is probably more interesting." 

  • ''That's more like it.''

  • The demon's lips stretch into a huge, Joker like grin. ''Then let's get hammered and see what happens.''




    It is time.
    Glittering flakes of crystalline whites fall soundlessly from the sky, taking their time before they descend to their destined places of rest, enveloping everything in it’s cold embrace and erasing anything beneath in a thick blanket of snow, including the branches of the trees previously reaching for the skies, now drooping towards the ground under the weight of the frozen mass. And the once great green grass once covering this mountain is still down there, surviving as best it can until the spring melt away it’s merciless captor, and so it lays entombed in the compacted and icy layers, waiting. And so is Josh, waiting for his intended guests to come so the party may finally begin. But something was wrong, horribly wrong. But what that gnawing, biting thought was, eluded his understanding because there would be no reason for him to feel this way. He’d gone over each and every detail so delicately, making sure to test all things before their use, and indeed all things ran smooth as butter. Everything was perfect.
    But he couldn’t shake the feeling, and soon the adrenalin flew over his veins like a carp through the river, but he couldn’t move a single muscle. The feeling completely paralyzed him, and the more he thought about it, the more he thought of kicking the whole idea to the curb and simply run away, maybe just dive right off the mountain and be gone from the world.
    He didn’t remember being this scared in his life.
    But, as quick as it came, the moment was gone, and he was in a more familiar, warm environment, with an even more familiar face that soon turned from where he stood by his window, to approach Josh and speak to him, all while from somewhere in the room a merry piano tune was playing.

    “Before we begin there are a few things I need to make sure you understand.
    You see, no one can change what happened last year. The past is beyond our control. You have to accept this in order to move forward. But there is freedom in this revelation. From now on every decision you make will open doors to the future. I want you to remember this, I want you to remember this...as you play your game.
    Every single choice will affect your fate, and the fate of those around you.
    SO. You have committed to commence with this game...this is significant. And I want to help you see it through. Sometimes, sometimes these things can be a little scary, even terrifying. But I’m here to make sure that no matter how upsetting things may get...you’ll always find a way to work through it.”

    A cheeky little smile was given as the analyst laughed, telling Josh to pick up a card and tell him what he thought about it.
    Diligently obeying, the young male took up the card in front of him and flipped it, revealing a picture of a scarecrow standing in a field of corns with a barn not too far off.
    The analyst repeated his question, asking what the boy thought.
    And...answering truthfully, it did nothing to startle him, upon the analyst prodded for an answer.
    “So, would you be comfortable staying there for a period of time, say a week, for example?”
    Josh slowly shook his head as he felt something bite him cold in his feet.
    “Oh, really? Why not?” The elder man asked.
    “I---I’d be lonely.” Josh admitted.

    “Ohhhhh, well, there is a fine line between the peacefulness of solitude and the loneliness of ISOLATION...This fear of loneliness is something we need to explore further, don’t you agree?! But, ho-ho, I’m afraid we’re out of time. Until our next session, try to surround yourself with friends in a place that makes you... feel safe.” Cracking another face splitting smile the elder rose to walk back to his window, humming cheerfully all to himself as the picture faded until he stood standing in the snow, not long from the lodge.
    He headed inside, to wait...

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