|Do you hear the voices too? (Fine, Trell.)
||[Feb. 6th, 2009|06:46 pm]
The Warcraft Columnist
(( Here it is in the Columnist, since that's 'porntant." ))|
"You scumbag. You maggot. You cheap, lousy, faggot."
What once had splitting silence now turned into a smooth cacophony of insults and slurs.
"You dull-eyed poor-excuse for a husband. You wouldn't be fit to marry a goat."
Renais stood alone in the center of his cell, his body tense. He was not slouched; defeated, with his head bowed and his hair a curtain in his eyes. Instead, he wore a demented grin and his eyes screamed without words. His teeth, still immaculately white, were clenched tightly together and his smile extended to show almost all thirty-two of them. His head was bowed slightly, but his back was vivid, tense, and erect, while his arms were like wires at his side. They were tensed as well, and his fingers clenched and un-clenched like claws, trying to grasp something that was quickly slipping between them.
"You liar! You LIAR! She said yes!" Renais shouted.
"To what? To you? Or your money? Maybe she wanted to steal that little 'trophy' of Scen you still have...the one you call your daughter!" the Old Renais growled back.
"You won't talk about her like that!" howled Renais in agony. He turned his head and closed his eyes sadly.
"Or maybe she just wanted to make you know how it felt...how it felt to be loved and left all alone to the vast emptiness you call your mind."
"I didn't want to," whimpered Renais.
"'I didn't want to, I didn't want to!' You rammed a sword through her, you half-wit!"
Renais shook inwardly, with shame and grief. If only I could take it all back...
"Look at yourself!" spat the Old Renais. "The last decrepit line of the Iceblood house and you sit snivelling in jail. Why don't you DO something about it? Go to that whore of yours."
"Shut UP!" Renais' hands were engulfed in flame as he prepared a spell, but there was no magick that could stop his own sanity from raving against him.
Laughter. "Oh, are you going to hurt me? Scen was a whore, Eleanea was a whore, every woman you've ever known was a whore, just using you to get farther in their own lives."
"But I wasn't even a Magister when I proposed!" roared Renais. "She knew it!"
"And so what if you weren't? You have enough money to hire Orcs and guards and 'babysitters' for that weakling you call your daughter. She could take. She wanted to take them."
"She misses me," whimpered Renais. His heart throbbed agonizingly in his chest.
"I bet she's strolling down the streets of Silvermoon right now...right as rain." hissed Old Renais. "She probably doesn't even remember your name."
That was too much for Renais. His eyes wide open, his mouth open in a cruel laugh that had not escaped him in years, he punched the wall - hard. His hand, burst into flame, began to melt the stone, but his strength quickly ebbed. Still chuckling maniacally, he slipped into unconsciousness, his sanity just as shattered as his hand.