☺|i think i’m breaking down both goons look at each other as though hoping the other would speak. i wait, running my tongue across my lips, watching them both. finally, one speaks up. that. he says the word as though it explains everything; i look at him questioningly, but i know what he means. i just want to hear him say it. i just want to have a bit more fun. he glances up at the sky, but i still don’t take the bait. well? did your balls drop off? what is it? he clears his throat nervously, and i smile, making him even more nervous. it’s, well, th-the signal’s on, boss. he stutters and stumbles over the words. i consider relieving him of the nerves, but i don’t; it’s just too much fun. oh? and what signal would that be? you know exactly what signal. tonight’s no good. i’m going home. it’s the other one that speaks up this time, and the first looks relieved. i look to the other goon, watching as he pulls off his mask and turns to leave; i can hear the other turning to follow, but he doesn’t make it far before i speak. neither of them do. hey, i only have to whisper the word for both of them to hesitate, watching me. i approach the goon who’s so eager to get moving, taking my knife in hand, a subtle movement he doesn’t notice. what, didn’t you hear me? i said i’m going. i chuckle, a low, mirthless sound. oh i heard you, but you see, leaving, it’s uh, it’s not really an option here.

☺|see but i don’t get iti was enjoying myself, just remembering that time, the fear in their eyes, but i was forced from my memory as another dog collided with me. i pulled back, shaking myself slightly as i got a good look at the idiot, her mouth twisted in a snarl. but it wasn’t the snarl i looked at; it was the smile, that black smile, and those tear-mark scars running from her eyes. i smirked, laughing where she saw fit to snarl, a quiet laugh, almost a giggle in its nature. i liked the look on her, the scars, the smile; it was…off. not normal. made her look like a freak, and, ah, maybe she was. or maybe it was all just a big misunderstanding. but she, she was like me. just a little off, just a bit less than normal, just a bit strange. a freak. i could remember the mob bosses, their attitudes, the way they looked at me, they foolish beliefs that their men would work for a freak. but i’d taken their silly beliefs and turned them on their sides, made them see the truth. those men, those, ah, hungry dogs; they weren’t, see, they weren’t all that loyal. they didn’t mind working for a, ah, freak, so long as they got their shares. but it wasn’t about the money! they all refused to get that; it was the, ah, the message. everything burns. including their city, including, ah, this city.

☺|don’t you think maybe we could put it on creditso what about this freak? i wondered if she’d get it, or if she’d be just another goon. but she looked like fun, maybe enough fun to keep alive for a while, or maybe enough to kill her right off. it all depended. but she was speaking now; i paused to listen. and then i was laughing again, a bit louder, a bit more amused. so she wanted to use me? just like those mod bosses? well, i could go for ripping off a mod dealer again, i could have some fun with this. or i could turn her little plan on itself, could bring some chaos to her life, maybe to the city. time to light the fuse, set the detonators; time to make the world burn. time to get in the game, stand up, take action, and i’d start it all off here. i took a step closer to her, still laughing, though it was fading, quieter, quieter, quieter. until it was gone, just, well, just like this city’s, ah, ‘order’ would be. and then i spoke. well let’s see, what, ah, just what might that be, hmm?

☺|you’re always on display: 699
☺|for everyone to watch and learn from: finished
☺|don’t you know by now? you can’t turn back: witzeln
☺|because this road is all you’ll ever have: same thing for mine, minus the haunting part XD witzeln enjoys his past, lol.
☺|lyrics © paramour, disturbed

☺|and don’t deny me his eyes widen, and my grin does the same; i’m enjoying this, maybe too much, but who’s to say? he doesn’t speak this time, but i can tell he’s going to bolt; he doesn’t get that far. i take hold of his head, dropping my own mask, and slide the blade of my knife easily into his mouth, bringing my face close to his own so i can see just how afraid he really is. i could end it for him, so quickly, but i want to have some fun first. i can hear the other goon backing up, trying to make himself unnoticeable, trying to run; i ignore him. d’ya wanna know how i got these scars? i answer for him, mute as he is with the knife in is mouth, nodding before i go on, making the story up as i go, the words slow and deliberate. see, i had a brother once, nervous, like you, too afraid to try new things. so one day, we’re having a dare contest. i dare him to steal mommy’s knife from the kitchen, but i have to do it for him; my turn again. i want my brother to be tough, right? so i dare him to cut himself on the arm. ‘it won’t kill you’ i tell him; ‘it’ll only hurt a little’. but he won’t do it. so, i take the knife myself. ‘look, it’s not hard, i’ll show you.’ i don’t want to take his dare, so i don’t cut my arm. no, i put the knife in my mouth and do this, i turn my head so that he can see the scars, to myself. and you know what he does? he wants to try it himself now. so he takes the knife. this is what i wanted; i wanted my brother to be brave. so i watch as he takes the knife to his own mouth, but as he begins to cut, mommy comes yelling about the knife, wants to know where it is. he gets startled, the knife slips, cuts too deep. i tighten the grip on my own knife, pulling the blade in a neat cut past his lips. he whimpers and fights, but i hold on, still cutting. kind of like, i give the knife a jerk, this.

☺|no baby now, don’t deny me i chuckled at my own memory; oh how i had out done myself with that story; my poor little brother. or was it a sister? perhaps both? well, it was so hard to keep track these days. see, ah, see, i had more scars than people saw, according to my stories anyways. so many different ways to get such scars; why should i have to stick with one story? sometimes the truth just wasn’t, ah, fun enough. and sometimes neither was a lie. but when you told more than one, you’d hit on a fun one eventually. so i kept trying; oh they were all such fun, but never fun more than once. see, ah, keeping one story, that just, ah, just wasn’t chaotic enough, just wasn’t interesting enough. and now she wanted to know. i chuckled at her question, taking another step closer, making sure she got a real good look at ‘em. well, ah, you sure you wanna’ know? i ask, but i don’t wait for an answer; this is too much fun to let her back out now. so i nod, answering for her, and go ahead with my story. another day, another scar. see, ah, i had this, this big brother, bit older than me, big tough guy. and, you see, he, uh, he never was too happy havin’ a little brother running about, just never was happy with, ah, me. so one day mommy and daddy go looking for food, and they leave him to watch me. ‘look out for your brother’ they tell him. ‘course he tells them he would. see, ah, he didn’t want daddy to know he didn’t like me, daddy wouldn’t like that. so, you see, once they’re gone, he says we should play a game to, ah, pass the time. he says, ah, we’ll see who can cut the other one and cause the least pain. says it’ll be fun. says i get to go first. so i take my claws, run them down his leg, barely cutting, trying my best. now it’s his turn. he takes his claws to my face, and does this to me. then, ah, then he says, ‘smile, kid, you won.’ and you know what? i didn’t ever stop smiling.

☺|and darlin’, don’t be afraid i laugh again, and don’t stop when she says i look like a clown for it; well, can’t argue there. my, ah, my big brother saw to that, didn’t he? or was it someone else? guess everyone wanted me smiling these days. so why shouldn’t they all have some of the fun? at least she seemed to get the joke; she’d, ah, she’d be some fun. my laughter had faded by the time she spoke, but i was still smiling, still smirking, and i laughed just a bit more when she spoke. no, no, no, that was my brother. mommy, ah, she liked me just fine. called me witzeln, guess, ah, guess you can, too. bit, ah, bit more of a name then clown boy. so, just, ah, just what about yourself? did mommy like you enough to give you a name, hmm?

☺|you’re always on display: 903
☺|for everyone to watch and learn from: finished
☺|don’t you know by now? you can’t turn back: witzeln
☺|because this road is all you’ll ever have: lol, that means you’re doing a good job; these two are supposed to scare people XD
☺|lyrics © paramour, distrubed

☺|if life ain’t just a joke i let the body drop to the ground, leaving it where it falls, and turn to the other one. he hasn’t run yet; i wonder what kept him. paralyzed by fear, maybe? or trying to think of a way to kill me while my back was turned? too slow, too slow. he stiffens as i come at him, waving the knife at him. the fear’s really getting him now; i wonder if his balls really have dropped off by this point. but i’m not gonna kill him; this one’s too much fun. and i need him for this job. but maybe they were right; maybe tonight’s not a good night for this job. well, i won’t be the one to get killed if they are. won’t that be such a victory for him? i laugh again. d’ya still see something wrong with doing the job tonight, or can we get moving? i wait patiently, running my tongue along my scars, as he tries to get himself together enough to speak. finally, he just nods; but i’m not going to let him off that easily. what’s that? you still see something wrong? he shakes his head hastily, and i look at him expectantly. n-no, boss; we, uh, we c-can get moving. i smile, slapping him on the shoulder with my free hand, laughing as he jumps away. attaboy! get going! i shoo him with my hands, making sure he sees the knife, and he looks at me fearfully, his throat working to speak; i wait, patient, enjoying every second, until he’s able to get words out. a-alone, sir? i smile. you’re, uh, you’re not thinking of backing out, are you? my laugh follows him as he leaves, half running, to start the job.

☺|then why are we ah yes, that goon had been some fun, just enough for me to let him live, but this girl, she, ah, she was much more fun than that. she’d, see, she’d keep things interesting around here, she could cause some anarchy, could upset the established, ah, order, here in this town. yeah, she’d be some fun. so i’d leave her alive; more fun alive than dead, this one. and when she became not so fun, i could find out who she really was, find out if she was a coward under, ah, under all this. all this, ah, act, all this pretense. she’ uh, she was good, but things tended to change when you put a knife to someone’s throat. or to their mouth. nice and slow, steady cuts, that was the way to do it; savor all them little emotions, all that fear that flashes across their face. like reliving your life in your final moments, only i didn’t see their past, but who they were. and what a fun show it always was; best way to get to know someone, really. people, ah, people lied, they acted, tried to fool everyone into thinking they were, ah, civilized and all that. but when the chips were down, when they, ah, saw their end coming, had a knife to ‘em, they, ah, they let all that drop. much more fun than wading through the lies; lies, ah, lies like the one she was telling me now. i listened, smirking, enjoying the mental picture her words brought, but i knew it was all some story spun out of no where like my own; we liars, we, uh, we could tell each other; can’t trick a trickster, can’t deceive a deceiver. just, ah, just doesn’t work. well, ah, guess we’re even now, hmm? a lie for a lie; that, ah, that sounds fair.

☺|l a u g h i n g ? i watch her, watch her stand, watch her growl, watch her sit again. that was, ah, was a nice little corner she had there, nice bit of bait for a trap. but, ah, i wasn’t taking it, i wanted this one alive. much more fun that way. i throw her a bone, my laughter silencing, and let her speak, but i’m still grinning, and not just with the scars. oh, with them i was always grinning, but this was more than just that. i let her have her little nickname for me; ace, uh, ace wasn’t so bad. and she was right; it, ah, it rolled a bit better, be easier for these, ah, civilized folks to remember. maybe i’d keep it. harley, harley, harleen, i said, playing with her name, i think i’ll call you harley. but let’s see, were you ever going to, to tell me just, ah, just what you had in mind earlier, hmm? you, see, you owe me that much for, uh, forgetting my name just then.

☺|you’re always on display: 775
☺|for everyone to watch and learn from: finished
☺|don’t you know by now? you can’t turn back: witzeln
☺|because this road is all you’ll ever have: i love how both of our longest posts are one with stories about the scars XD
☺|lyrics © paramour, my chemical romance

☺|it will tell the way i can hear the gunshots inside, and i can imagine the screaming and yelling. the kid, ah, he knew how to make an entrance, i’d give him that. keep ‘em scared before they realize there’s only one; that was the way to do it. but, ah, this job, this bank, it, uh, it was nothing. low class bank, low class job, and a low class crook to top it all off. but my operation was small, for the moment. i’d have more. those mob fools and their big banks with all their cash; they’d, ah, they’d grown complacent. but they’d see, i’d show them; their money, see, it just wasn’t safe. i needed to get their attention. but everyone had to start somewhere; i started with small banks. a mob bank woulda’ had that kid dead already, but he’s not dead yet. there’s not been any more gunshots after his. ‘course, that, ah, that doesn’t say much; it’d be easier if the job killed him, but, ah, it’d be much more fun if i did it myself. but, ah, he’ll die either way. still, i get rid of the silent alarm call as it comes, taking care of the schemers before they’re even a problem. time to go; he should have the money by now. i find the kid dragging the second of two duffel bags into the lobby, waving his gun at the people around him. he tries to hide it, but i see his fear; he’s no less of a coward now than he was before. but he’s done well; not that it’ll help his chances any. see, it’s, ah, it’s not about the money here; it’s about sending a message. let the cops know that, ah, their little security measures, they don’t always work. time for a, ah, little announcement.

☺|you’re the one who kept on pushing i’d, ah, i’d have to do the same thing here, all that startin’ small, building a name for myself. see, the, ah, the dogs here, they were desperate for some anarchy, but they’d need a little, ah, push to realize it. that’s, see, that’s where’d i’d come in. get their attention, start upsetting the established order of things, you know, play the agent of chaos. and then, they’d see, i’d show them, what they really needed in this city was a life without rules, anarchy and chaos; see, these things, they, ah, they were unbiased. fair. civilization, it, ah, it wasn’t fair. full of schemers trying to control their lives and everyone else’s; that, ah, that wasn’t fair. but chaos, see, chaos was fair. that’s what this city needed. they, ah, they just didn’t know it yet. but, ah, i could have some fun with this. the small jobs could be fun, could build up a name for me, and then, when i had their attention, that’s when i’d introduce a bit of anarchy. you know, give ‘em a little push in the right direction. madness was like gravity; once i started things off, chaos itself, it’d, ah, it’d take over, drag ‘em all down into anarchy. light the fuse and let it burn; sit back and watch it blow. all about sending the message. everything burns, everything can become chaos. and i just wanted to watch this city burn itself into anarchy. and, ah, i had a feeling that she did, too. see, she was a freak same as me, she’d just want to watch the world burn. i let her circle me, not bothering to keep an eye on her, keeping still rather than following her path; pain, ah, it wasn’t a problem for me, so, see, if she wanted to pull anything, i wasn’t going to stop her. but, ah, she wasn’t going to hurt me, was she? no, no, no, no, she, ah, she was having some fun; flirting and teasing. i smiled as she sat down so close, finally turning my head to get a better look at her now she was staying still. she, ah, she was having a bit of trouble there, wasn’t she? i chuckled as she snarled; her, ah, her little show of emotions was amusing, funny; showed i was right, that, see, that all of this was just an act. didn’t even take a knife to prove it. that was hardly fun, but, ah, i’d get over it; she was still fun. i chuckle as she speaks; how right she was. but i preferred a different term. that, ah, that’d be true, but lies aren’t always so funny. lives, see, they’re just bad jokes, really.

☺|till i made you bleed i fall silent as she drapes herself across me, letting her have her fun; i can’t say i’m not enjoying it myself. not because she’s a girl, but, ah, just because she’s, uh, her. she was fun, the way a new, shiny toy was fun. i’d tire of her eventually, but, ah, for now i could enjoy her. so i let her stay, and a let her speak, and i even listened, smirking while she talked. i flexed my claws as though testing their weight as she pulled away, chuckling quietly as i rounded on her, lifting a paw to place against her mouth, holding it still while i spoke. so, ah, you, you want to be tough like my brother, do you? tough, like, ah, me? well, see, you know the story, so, ah, we’ll start the game then. and we’ll pretend you already had your turn. so, ah, it’s my turn now. so, see, when my brother came at me, he put his paw right here, right like this, against my face. and then, ah, he turned it, putting his claw in my mouth, just, ah, just like this. my paw shifted and a single claw slid past her lip and into her mouth. and then, very slowly, he began to pull… i drug my claw across her face, a slow, steady cut, following the lines of her blackened Glasgow smile. several inches in, i pulled back, pausing, but, see, i wasn’t done. he finished the first cut, but, see, he wasn’t done. so, he comes at me again, this time faster, so i don’t run. my claw was already sliding along her face, leaving the rough incision. and, then, he pulled back, i shifted a step back, dropping my bloodied paw to the ground, and kind of admired his work. and, ah, you know what? game’s over, and, ah, har-har-harley, you’ve won.

☺|you’re always on display: 1073
☺|for everyone to watch and learn from: finished
☺|don’t you know by now? you can’t turn back: witzeln
☺|because this road is all you’ll ever have: ta-daa! she’s got scars like his XDD power played a bit, but kinda hard not to for this, so yeah.
☺|lyrics © paramour, disturbed