Sho -- Shogo -- Makishima -- D3 -- wip

Sho -- Shogo -- Makishima -- D3 -- wip Feb 7, 2015 2:31:29 GMT -5

Post by k!ah on Feb 7, 2015 2:31:29 GMT -5

I've never killed before. Never taking a life, but often I have wondered what it would be like. I knew I would like it, in fact I was positive that I would find great pleasure to watch as someone took their last breathes, were most vulnerable in my presence. Often when I get bored with someone I contemplate about removing them from this world, but then I remember that that would be to easy for them.

cruelty
ˈkrʊəlti/Submit
noun
cruel behaviour or attitudes.

savagery
ˈsavɪdʒ(ə)ri/Submit
noun
1.
the quality of being fierce or cruel.

suffering
ˈsʌf(ə)rɪŋ/Submit
noun
the state of undergoing pain, distress, or hardship.

charisma
kəˈrɪzmə/Submit
noun
1.
compelling attractiveness or charm that can inspire devotion in others.

manipulate
məˈnɪpjʊleɪt/Submit
verb
1.
handle or control (a tool, mechanism, information, etc.) in a skilful manner.

prodigy
ˈprɒdɪdʒi/Submit
noun
a young person with exceptional qualities or abilities. (NOTE TO SELF: No one recognised her abilities making her feel isolated and alone in this world :c)

Words such as the above have all be associated with me, by family, by friends (they never last long, as soon as I am bored with them, or they have lost their purpose, I let them go, but not before I dangle them around, watching the struggle as I preform a variety of different almost torture like tasks.) Of course I don't deny it because I know that I am in love with the concept of a variety of the words above. Many of them fascinate me and I have spent many of my years researching them, perfecting their meaning, understanding them on so many different levels.

Cruelty. Savagery. I am hopelessly in love with the concept of cruelty- savagery. Just allowing the words to roll from my tongue fills me with a sense of warmth. I have watched as people broke under the cruelty of others. I have watched as peacekeepers whip a citizen in the square, causing not only the victim but people who are watching distress- filling me with pleasure.

Chrisma. Manipulation. Is it common for one to posses both a great sense of charisma and an uncanny desire to manipulate? No. Not really, but I am not like anyone else. (After all my looks are a quick indicator of that) I am able to be charming, to appear to be kind and thoughtful and a genuine human being because as I once read somewhere that the body was nothing more that a bank mask, one where we create our own mask our own persona which we can change in seconds. No one is really whom you think they are, people change they change around family, friends, lovers and enemies- a girl like me plays with these feature soothing them out perfectly to fit with my desires.

My skin is as cold as my eyes, as my heart, as my being. As pale as a sheet of paper it is not sickly but pure, one of the few things that remind myself that I am still a child, that I am still young and that life is not set in stone. My eyes are like chips of ice that are a mirror into my soul. They show my heart aches, they show my pain but they are also easily conceal, hidden by the people i have created, by the personas I have taken on. Once they were bright like the morning sky, once when they believed that they were recognised, when they believed people cared, that they cared.

Smaller then most people my age sometimes I get mistaken for being younger than I am. But I don't mind seeing as it only adds to my sense of charm in a way- because think about it for a moment- who could say no to a young girl with a small smile and maybe small tears welling in her eyes? Even a grown man would have trouble refusing. It was just another one of the masks that I have created for myself.

Lean muscles hug my body, muscles formed from many years of practice of jiu jitsu. I have become a young master in it, my skills excelling a person of my age. A prodigy. But being a prodigy did not stop my body from being broken by my instructor who was a harsh man, one who did not have a clear understanding on the concept of pain. My arms have been broken several times and after the first few times they started to heal in a slightly off manner, my skin creased in a scar along the edge of my elbow from a rather intense injury that left me with my bone ejected from my skin.