MagiStream

I'm just going to be writing here occasionally to try and get my daydreams out of my head and into the real world, might become a serious thing

Gemmie stared at the twisted bodies in front of him. Oh no... Oh no oh no they're going to be so angry. He moved stiffly up to the bodies and poked them lightly. I've been so bad they're going to be angry. He didn't mean to hurt them... kill them? They made him angry and they're so soft. If they had just left her alone this wouldn't have happened. His eyes shifted to the smallest body, this one wasn't deformed but blood oozed from a large slice in her neck and her body was bruised and battered. Gemmie sat down next to her and looked into her dull eyes. Why does everyone I love die? He closed her eyes and focused on the building surrounding him. He was in a large stone room, the ceiling was so high above his head he sometimes could convince himself it wasn't there and that he could smell the outside air. He had been in and out of this room many time in his life, none of those times were good, but certainly they were better than this. He looked to the very far end of the room, there was a throne and upon that throne was a deformed blob of flesh and clothes. He was bad he deserved this I didn't do anything wrong. Gemmie felt lost and confused everything around him felt like a dream, surely he will wake up and everyone will be alive and he will go back to just doing what he's told and keeping his head down. That's not going to happen, you ruined everything, you're on you own now. Gemmie's eyes closed and he took in several shaky breaths before opening them again. He then turned on his heels and swiftly left the room.