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Apr 16, 2012 21:38:33 GMT -5
Post by SNOWFLAKES [Brik] on Apr 16, 2012 21:38:33 GMT -5
[/I] Nero himself agreed that the thought was stupid, but after living with a woman that starved him to make some invisible woman happy (and the behavior continued out of habit) and tried to kill him, a person would probably assume the worst. What else could they assume? That their adoptive parents that never woke up for nothing – could probably sleep through a tsunami, mind you – suddenly decided ‘well hey, I’m just gonna go through the kitchen and make a bunch of freaking noise’?
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Fear - noun - a distressing emotion aroused by impending danger, evil, pain, etc., whether the threat is real or imagined; the feeling or condition of being afraid. Fear is an emotion that is often befuddling to people. Why am I afraid of spiders, or snakes, or heights, or horses? Sometimes, a fear is formed after something disastrous happens to a person, or they have seen what something has done to another person. For example, a person that was bitten by a poisonous snake might have a solid, concrete fear of snakes, doing anything they can to avoid the scaly animals at all costs.
As Nero darted upwards from his lying down position, he felt the feeling of fear trickle upwards through his spine, little needles jabbing into his backbone. As the needles jabbed and twisted through his back and froze his blood, two fears came into his mind. Death and pain. Behind his dull hazel eyes, he remembered the shinybright metal and twisted face of horror that had put him in that house with two 45 year old people who had no blood connection to him whatsoever. And with the little, tiny noises downstairs that rang through his ears threateningly, he thought that somehow, for whatever reason, history would repeat itself. They never ever get up this late at night what can this be who is it do I know them - and such thoughts went through his mind. The Theisens, who were never the type of people to eat or rummage around in the house at such an ungodly hour of the night, were the type of people that went asleep and stayed that way, dammit. Or at least until 6 in the morning. And his clock said something completely different.
Paranoid thoughts seared him like metal heated in a fire. Nonono this can’t be happening again, this can’t be happening again.
With his heart trying to punch its way out of his chest (and if he didn’t know any better, he would have thought it would), he slowly and nervously walked out of the loft on the top floor of the house, turning and twisting around hallways cautiously, each dull thud of a footstep caused his heartbeat to rise up and up and up until he could feel his heart in his throat. Nonono I’m just being paranoid. I’ve always been paranoid. It’s probably just nothing. It’s probably just nothing. But with the barely audible noises that his sort-of-in-a-way finely tuned ears picked up, he wasn’t exactly sure what to think. What else was there to think of?
As his gangly body slowly turned around the last corner to the stairs that led down into the living room, his blood was roaring like the waves of District 4 behind his ears, and he swore that he would go into a cardiac arrest if he didn’t calm down. The words of its nothing its nothing its nothing and I’m probably acting and thinking really stupid right now was the only thing to keep him somewhat sane. But as he slowly walked down the stairs with his heartbeat mixing in with the sound of soft thudding and sorting through things, he wasn’t so sure sanity would be on his side in a couple of seconds. [/size] [/blockquote] [/justify]
