Goodbye LJ...

[windandwater]

This is just to make it official for those who don't know, but I'm leaving LJ completely. For the rest of this week at least. Tomorrow is the Bar Exam and it runs for three days, so don't expect to see me about at all until Thursday night. Or even until the weekend since I plan on spending Thursday after the Bar drunk and crying. No online time for me at all. *whines* It will be hard, but I know I can do it.

So, because I'm a total h0r like that, I am declaring this to be a spam post. Go ahead. Run wild! Give me fics, give me links, give me pics, just babble to your heart's content and rape my inbox so I have something to see when I finally DO come back to the wonderful world of LJ. I don't even care if you write me a drabble and post it one word at a time. XD;

Though, I've tried to make a spam post before and it failed a bit miserably, so I don't have very high expectations this time around. Feel free to prove me wrong though!

♥

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Re: Torn 2

[mikkeneko.livejournal.com]

"When he finally came out, something inside him was broken. This was not the same as the despair he had fallen into before; it was darker, colder. Less human. He moved out of his old quarters; what he did with his and Duo's old things, I don't know. He certainly doesn't have them now.

"He returned to his duties with a vengeance, pushing up the pace of the war exponentially. Whatever was driving him, he became a demon on the battlefield. The troops, frankly, are terrified of him -- yet every mission he set out to undertake, he completed, with a ruthlessness I have never seen before. There was a darkness growing about him, and it continued growing for the last three weeks in December. And then..."

Wufei trailed off, a deep frown on his face. I nearly held my breath; whatever he was getting to, it was important, I just knew it. All my attention was focused on Wufei's half-shadowed face as he picked up the trail of his dark story, his words no less powerful for the quiet, matter-of-fact tone he used. "One day at the end of December, someone delivered a box to him. Not very big, not very noticeable. I remember seeing it when the man brought it into his office and put it on his desk; I didn't really think anything of it until later. That night, though, something very strange happened. I was awakened in the middle of the night by one of the security officers; a good and brave man, but he was terrified half out of his mind. He told me that half of the crew were suffering from intense nightmares, and that half of the rest were nearly mad with fear. He was not overreacting. There was a crawling terror in the air which I cannot rightly describe, and the environmental controls were not working properly -- the temperature was rapidly dropping no matter what the engineers tried to do. I went to Heero's cabin to inform him of the situation, but the door was locked and I was unable to initiate an override. In the end, I hacked into one of the security cameras in Heero's room. And as soon as I saw him, I knew that whatever madness had overtaken the base, Heero Yuy was at the heart of it.

"He was standing in front of the box that had been delivered to him that day, looking at it; the lid was up, but the angle was such that I could not see what it was he saw. His expression was not one ever meant to cross a human face; some of it might have been rage, or terror, or pain, but calling it that is like comparing a candle flame to a bonfire. There was not very much in the room that wasn't bolted down, aside from the box, but everything in it was shaking as if in an earthquake or a high wind, with no apparent cause. Whatever went on in that room unseen by human eyes, the audio recorded nothing but static.

"I am not ashamed to tell you that I was afraid. I shut down the security camera, destroyed the recording, and wondered if I should try to evacuate the base. I was just entering the communications center to issue a station-wide alert, when all of a sudden a chill ran down my spine, all the hairs on the back of my neck stood up, and then it was over. I did not need to look at the camera again to know that it was over; the madness was gone from the air, and the men began to calm down. It never happened again after that one night."