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

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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.

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      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?"

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 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 strengthened a bond with a fellow classmate and friend 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, Ashley and Emily. 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 be the star of his football team and before he knew it he was front and centre 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 another Emily, 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.

 

 

 Blackwood Mountain

 2 February 2014

[Text: History in progress]

2 February 2015

[Text: History in progress]

 

 Character Outline

 

      A rough childhood designed Zach to be empathetic toward others. He is nervous to judge people at first glance and will almost always give someone the benefit of the doubt no matter how many odds are stacked against them. The belief that everybody has some good in them can be misconstrued for naivety on his own part. Zach is hopeful about many things like his future, his friends and his faith.

      Religion is a complicated subject for the young man. He has since strayed from his parents' harsh teachings, yet clings to blind faith in something greater than himself. Somedays he can't be certain what it is. A simple wooden cross taken from his childhood bedroom is kept hidden in his sock drawer. He also has a rosary in his closet that he has not touched in years.

      'What goes around, comes around' is a motto Zach lives by. He likes to put out into the world what he would like to receive from it. In circumstances of negativity, Zach is optimistic and able to keep his chin up. He easily keeps his cool and remains well-rounded in stressful predicaments; this is a skill he honed while working part-time jobs between his study. And the stressful home environment he grew up in. His friends often note that Zach has a calming disposition. Often, he is a peacemaker, or in some cases a leader during stressful times. 

      Zach's extraversion and sense of likeability have given him a large circle of friends. Many of which are compiled of frat boys and sorority chicks. His friends are not, however, limited to this crowd of people. To this day he stays connected to his childhood friends; admittedly, some more than others. Additionally, he welcomes new people into his life with open arms.

      Regarded as 'not the brightest crayon in the box', Zach is slow to the punchline. His academic grades suffer when he is not completely focused on his studies. In school, Zach marginally gets acceptable enough grades to maintain his sporting scholarship, but none of it would be possible without the daily support from his friends. Zach's 'slowness' is considered to be endearing by most of his peers.

 

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  • Sam responds with a smile warm enough to raise the temperature between them a couple degrees, but she doesn’t say anything to express her gratitude with words because there was a more pressing matter to deal with, such as the current whereabouts of their computer-loving geek friend who’d just been inexplicably scraped off the face of the earth.

    They could just follow the footprints, which were clearly and distinctly visible under the unnatural light shining down from the lamps that were stationed along the path to the cabin, but the tracks lead off the beaten path up and over a fence, and then sig-sacking their way in between the trees - so from there on it would be difficult to see in the evening light.
    But luckily there’s really no need to blindly venture out into the unknown snowy pines because Chris doesn’t stay gone for long and comes back initiating the first of many jumpscares by jumping out from behind a tree and then roaring his victory for all to hear when his victims reel back in terror.

    And where there’s a Chris, there’s usually a fellow by the name of Josh Washington not far behind, and very soon a sly grin is visible underneath the snowy appendage of a pine tree.

    Pushing the branch aside aside it then springs right back into place, sending it’s frozen load off into the distance whilst the boy goes to stand beside his jumpscare bro, looking brazenly smug and proud over the scene.
    “Hey guys. Sorry about Chris.” He says with a laugh stuck inside his throat, patting his bro roughly on the back as he continues, ”He’s never learned how, how to y’know... interact with humans and all that.”

    A short lived cackle slices through the air before Josh’s grin is swapped over for a friendly smile, and he proceeds to greet his awesome buds, loudly welcoming them all back. But despite his words of friendliness, there’s really something...off about him.
    He jumps his sentences, missing one or two words and then pronouncing them in an oddly fashion. But one shouldn’t blame him, with all that has happened...t’s understandable, so Sam does nothing but gently give the guy a hug as the quartet moves along the path.

     

    “Real glad the pastor let you out of the house, Zachie-boy. But how come?” Josh asks as the sky sends the last of it’s icy crystals down upon the mountain sides, for now anyway, leaving the ill-begotten wind alone to howl it’s lamentations into the night.

  • "Well... considering that you're in a public place, with a gun out, threatening this nice gentleman that did literally nothing to you but spill some coffee after you ran into him... It definitely concerns me." Levi spoke between bites, finishing off with a sigh. Honestly he was just tired at this point. He'd only just turned back to his human form that day. A change which literally took everything out of him. All he wanted to do was eat some food and then take a nice long nap.
     
    It seemed like that wasn't going to happen though.
     
    "It seems like your gonna make me do this the hard way aren't you? Fuck dude. Why can't you just be smart about this?" Of course, he knew opinions and choices would most likely not change. He would have the same idea that he had before. So he slowly stood himself up and walked over to the man slowly.
     
    Every person he passed was shaking, crying, or in some other form of expressing fear. The one lady who had described earlier as looking like a tired mom, looked like she was literally about to pass out. This big burly guy was crying like a baby. If it was a different situation, he'd probably be laughing.
     
    He walked over and stood next tot the boy with the gun pointed to his head, then reached out and slowly moved the gun so it was pointed at his head instead.
     
    "Shoot me." He said plainly, looking up at the man with a bored look on his face. "If your such a badass, coffee store disrupting, gun pulling out cool guy, then shoot me. I triple dog dare you."
  • I owe Josh and Iaophae

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    Sorry love i took a small break :( Trying to get my muse back;

    I'll write you a reply soon

    xoxo

  • Master of deception and as good as an actress as an exotic dancer, Iaophae cast him a sultry, enchanting smile. Maybe as a soothsayer, she had cast a spell on him, or maybe it was just the music, liquor and diamond body chain. Snaking her body down, arching her back, inching closer and closer, tattooed hands spreading his knees farther apart as she leaned over his shoulder. One long, light weight nail ran over his temple, through his hair, cinnamon and rose scented breath gracing Zach’s neck. “Righ’ dis way, love.” Iaophae murmured, a feline-esque smile playing on her plush pillow lips.

    The Caribbean woman took a few steps back, running her hands back down over his body, his arms until one met with his hand. With gentle, seductive indignation, Iaophae wrapped her long digits around his, arising to her full height. Those stiletto’s pushed her up even higher, her height, striking features and coke-bottle-on-steroids figure caught most the attention in club, many might think Zach was the lucky bastard leaving with her. Heeled feet clicked on the floor as she beckoned for Zach to come along, liquid sapphire eyes flickering over her shoulder to look at him.

    Without any hesitation, Miss Race neared the stairs leading to the second floor, where the private rooms were. Beside every thick, dark colored curtain was a bodyguard. Some werewolves, some war demigods, even a cyclops, his giant eye fixating on Zach as Iaophae’s swaying hips passed him by. She lead him into a mostly black and red room, the half circle couch surrounding the small circular stage and pole. Dim red lights illuminated the small chamber. With a long nailed hand, the Scotswoman pulled open the curtain to allow him in. “Afta ye, love. Ah would nay want ta start widou’ ye.”

  • He shifted uneasily as he stood right in the middle of it, gaze lifting upwards and watching as the newly formed rain clouds in the skies gave off a thundering roar as they unleashed all that they had and more upon the earth in the form of thousands of heavy raindrops which smatter across the broken paintwork of the neighborhood cars, bouncing from every hard surface and dampening the dirt, making it more mud-like in consistency.
    It’s pouring so bad in fact, that Josh need only lift one foot up for the water to almost immediately fill in the blank space that had been created by his footprint. This puts a permanent look of discomfort and annoyance on him as he tries his damndest to wipe away most of the excess by dragging his feet along the grass. This is meet with mild success and many chunks of clayish brown still stuck to him like glue.

    “Dude, this is gonna ruin my shoes.” He reports solemnly to himself in a lowered tone of voice as he begrudgingly flops his sneakers down onto the soggy ground below, easily sliding his feet all the way in, much in thanks to all that wonderful muck and grime which now lovingly hugs his skin at all times in a cold, sloshy embrace. And by now all the boy wants to do is go home and shower. He’s done his for the day. But Zach, well he has other intentions entirely and pushes for Josh to join him at school so he could wash off...again.

    “No. No. I can’t. I…-damn it.”
    He was about to tell the dude off, that he was going to nab a taxi to get home and that was it, but the dumb jock was already in motion and en route to their college(former college in Josh’s case, he dropped out), so he had little choice left but to tag along for the ride and hope he wasn’t spotted, as he technically wasn’t allowed on school grounds no more. He hadn’t relayed this particular information to any of his friends though, and had only told them he was taking a sabbatical due to the death of his sisters when in reality, he’d actually dropped hold of life all together and thrown his future into the meat grinder.
    He knew he had to make things right first, before he was able to move forwards, and then….and only then, could life get back to the way things were, the way they were supposed to be.
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    Dragging a deep sigh he then finally dives into his shirt and sprints to catch up to his dingbat friend who has come quite a ways already. Already panting, Joshua jabs a question at him. “So….what did ya tell him? Or well...what happened?”

  • But soon enough he turned away, and Levi focused on the other people in the shop.

    Which is exactly what he did. Eyes jumping from one person too another. Analyzing their movements and making up stories about who they were and how they got here. The tired lady in the corner was a single mom of two who was on her last penny and had dropped her kids off with grandma just so she could get a few precious hours of sleep. Hours that she felt guilty for needing. The two guys in the back were best friends reuniting after years apart. Finding out that they were completely different than the people they were in high school. Even the guy who had just been staring at him (though his story was kind of boring). He was just that one kid tasked with getting everyone’s coffee order after a night of drinking and partying probably. When everyone was too drunk, lazy, and tired to get it themselves.

    Things in the coffee shop were calm and uneventful.

    Until the weird dude wearing all black walked in.

    The moment he stepped foot inside, Levi knew something was going to happen. His premonition was practically screaming at him. His premonition never lied too him. So he immediately went on high alert. If it came down too it, he was ready to fight this odd looking guy. Or run. Whichever instinct happened first.

    That opportunity didn't necessarily happen like that though.

    Within seconds coffee was flying, people were screaming, and then there was a gun. An interesting turn of events that could warrant several outcomes from him. Like running away along with everyone else. Or screaming his lungs out. Fainting even. Anything could happen.

    But the emo dude was a bully at the end of the day, and Levi didn't like bullies. So he decided to speak to this guy while continuing too slowly enjoy his cinnamon rolls.

    "Listen, dude, I'm really just trying to enjoy my cinnamon rolls here. Not have some ridiculous looking dude in all black pull a gun out because he ran into someone. So maybe you could -- I don't know -- put the gun down and walk away maybe? Or are you really gonna make me exert force and stop you myself? Which I really don't wanna do. I simply wanna sit here and enjoy my cinnamon rolls." 

  • A vampire, she could tell by the scent. Iaophae grinned down at the blood sucker, gemstone eyes flashing like her white teeth, putting dimples in each cheek. With a roll of her arched back, hips and T and A could catch anyone’s attention. That cash was fanned over her, which she welcomingly collected. One long, curvaceous leg was soon draped over him, his hand soon running over her skin, fingertips tracing her tattoos. His hand moved up and up and up, until her long nails dig into it. “Aye, nah nah nah,” Iaophae scolded, growing irritated at his ignorance but the vampire kept insisting. At that, her lingerie and diamond clad, coke bottle shaped body was off of the vampire’s lap. A tattooed hand waved in the air as she flagged a bouncer. “Seadh seo faigh an tè seo às a seo!” She exclaimed, Scottish Gaelic fluent on her tongue. A giant, beef cake of a man manifested behind the couch that the men sat on, his muscled arms wrapping around the vampire. At that, they vanished, leaving little white wisps in their wake.

     

    Perks of being supernatural. Iaophae rolled her large eyes and alighted back on to the stage, more cat calling erupted as well as scores of cash. Back to the pole she was, grasping it with long digits, lifting her body up and up until she was far from the ground. Heeled feet seemed to walk her around the pole, slowly, yet she did not touch the ground. Sliding down, Iao swung herself around the pole, strobe lights catching on her diamond body chains. She dropped down, pulling a perfect split to show off her best asset. Loads and loads of cash showered upon her. She couldn’t help but grin, rolling her head back to let hold banded braids cascade over her arched, tattooed back.

     

    But a boy caught her eye. He was young, the jock type, sitting idly alone at the couch. And he seemed to be in a bit of a trance. Her ass had that affect a lot, but that’s not why she lingered while looking at him. The soothsayer turner stripper for the night could smell the cologne, but it masked something. Something. And as a sudden chill crawled down her back, her eyes glazed over, body slightly jolting. Under the flashing strobe lights, the men might not notice, especially since Iaophae was quick to recover. At that, she was quick to crawl her way over to the boy. She draped her arms over the edge of the stage, arching her back and crossing her legs behind her. She grinned at him, snaking closer. “Aye dere, pree’ lad.” She muttered, throwing her legs over the edge of the stage so her heels clicked on the floor. Strutting over, her wide hips swayed, she smirked down at Zachary. Dropping down before him, her hands placed on his knees, her sapphire eyes would meet his gaze. “Tell me, lad, ‘ow abou’ a private dance?” Iaophae said, her voice as like the flute of a snake charmer to a viper. “O’ course,” If he allowed her to, she’d arise slowly, hips and ass up first, slowly spreading his legs apart with hands on his knees if he gave in. “It would be on de house. Jus’ fo’ ye?” How could one man resist?

  • The demon dramatically rolls his eyes. ''I'm not a midget.'' He mumbles grumpily, shoving the next contents of his full glass down his throat as he tips his head back. He licks his lips afterwards, then lets out a loud burp. A hand immediately shots upwards to cover his mouth, as if he were an actually shy fellow feeling embarrassed about such blashpemy leaving his lips. It's a real funny sight to behold, because, let's be honest, Aza has to be crudest, most shameless person the world has ever seen.

    ''Oops.'' He giggles, the bubbly sounds muffled behind his hand.

    ...

    Half an hour later, the demon has drunk nonstop up until this point. Crash! A bottle of rum slips from his grasp and shatters on the floor, spilling it's leftover contents. A grin stretches across the demon's lips. ''Did you hear that?'' He places a finger close to his own ear. ''Of course you don't. This place needs more life! I have seen more activity at a cemetery!'' Having decided to brighten up the mood, he pulls out his mp3 from his pocket. All the alcohol in his system has mad him more reckless than his usual reckless self, so as some rock-metal songs blasts from the mp3, the demon starts dancing to the beat, on the countertop, kicking away at the bottles and singing loudly.

  • Gonna be tackling all dem replies like: V

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