Post by Deon on Jun 24, 2007 15:41:37 GMT -5
It was a dark stormy night.
That was the only way he could think to start a novel.
But it was so cliche... the thing you hear everyone do on TV.
That's probably why he was going to make his life like an epic movie.
Even the warm kiss of the night's summer air gave Cobalt chills as he pulled himself up the columns that supported the overhang in front of the school. The letters Cassis School for the Gifted reflected in the dim moonlight like a beacon shining out futilely into a sea of darkness, though it was only an image of the true illumination and possessed no life of its own.
The metal of the columns pulled on Cobalt's skin as he shimmied up, clutching it tightly with all of his limbs. He could smell the rusty scent of iron on his hands, could taste the thick, heavy rope between his teeth, could hear the sound of the hidden cicadas in the night that refused to stop chirping for anything and anyone. He finally stretched his left arm out to hold onto the top of the overhang. His fingers clamped around the edge, fastening himself onto it before he pulled the rest of his body up. His biceps bulged as he worked hard to lift his weight, and swung his leg up to the top of the overhang. He slid onto the center, away from the edge, scratching his stomach on the surface, before finally rolling over and letting the rope drop from his teeth.
The night was startlingly clear, speckled with a myriad of stars that were pinpricks of light in the universe. They were giants belittled by distance to the tiny head of a needle, but together they sprawled across the sky in a wondrous display of calm might. Some Greek gods were graced with the immortality of being displayed in the stars forever--in Cobalt's eyes he traced his own image in the sky. He was a connect-the-dot picture of greatness, of youth, of the ultimate strength and wit. His eyes filled in dots that weren't there to create his delusional constellation, until he became one with the universe--hand in hand with Orion, riding on Pegasus, sipping from the Big Dipper, sparkling in the sky so all could see his majesty. It was just one more way he could ensure his immortality.
With reluctance he took his eyes away from his own image in the stars and fumbled in the darkness for the rope, seeing through the bright spots in his eyes. The knot had been tied earlier and was fitted for his noose. He ran his hands down the hairy rope, over the lumps, until he found the end. His thick, callused fingers paused for a moment before he picked it up, stood up from his crouch, and walked over to the front edge of the overhang with heavy thudding footsteps. No soul was awake at this hour who would be here to see his shadowy figure.
The sign that proudly displayed the name of the school was drilled securely to the overhang at five points on the edges and spread out evenly throughout the letters. It would withstand anything, even over 80 kilograms of muscle.
Screw number three. The metal rod drilled to the ground that supported part of the sign would be the site for the knot of his rope. He slowly wrapped the rope around it, letting his hands enjoy the last bit of work they would do.
The first knot. That was for his football coach. The bastard kicked off his best quarterback. Cobalt only hoped that the team would fail without him.
Knot number two was for his father, who had stopped sending him allowances after he started drinking and gambling everything away. It wasn't his fault that he was going through some rough times, and he deserved that damn money.
The third knot was for his teachers who had it out for him, always gave him bad grades he didn't deserve and found something wrong for an excuse to put him in detention. His father wasn't too happy about that, either, and it only made things worse.
Knot number four. For Arkady, that bastard who thought he owned everything, including Dementia. He only regretted that he wouldn't be able to see his mangled body after he got his just revenge.
Cobalt stood up, checking his handiwork, tugging on the rope to tighten the knots. It seemed to hold up, and he'd sure notice if it didn't.
The final knot: the hangman's noose. That one was for you, Dementia. The icing on the cake. No one ever refuses Cobalt Pelasci. No one! Especially not after days like the kind he'd been having lately, and especially not with his roommate. Arkady couldn't lie to him, when it was so obvious. That was the one thing that pushed him over the edge. But he didn't have to worry, as she'd get her just desserts too. Hopefully she and Arkady would have a good time with each other in hell, hm?
He carefully placed the noose around his neck and stood in front of the letters, prepared to hurl himself off the overhang. He took a deep breath and raised his arms with a look of serenity on his face. He was insuring his immortality.
The snap of his neck could be heard echoing eerily through the campus. His body swung on the rope by its neck, his empty eyes staring east, where the fingers of dawn woulds soon touch his paled face.
Xavier "Cobalt" Pelasci was going out with a f**ing bang.
That was the only way he could think to start a novel.
But it was so cliche... the thing you hear everyone do on TV.
That's probably why he was going to make his life like an epic movie.
Even the warm kiss of the night's summer air gave Cobalt chills as he pulled himself up the columns that supported the overhang in front of the school. The letters Cassis School for the Gifted reflected in the dim moonlight like a beacon shining out futilely into a sea of darkness, though it was only an image of the true illumination and possessed no life of its own.
The metal of the columns pulled on Cobalt's skin as he shimmied up, clutching it tightly with all of his limbs. He could smell the rusty scent of iron on his hands, could taste the thick, heavy rope between his teeth, could hear the sound of the hidden cicadas in the night that refused to stop chirping for anything and anyone. He finally stretched his left arm out to hold onto the top of the overhang. His fingers clamped around the edge, fastening himself onto it before he pulled the rest of his body up. His biceps bulged as he worked hard to lift his weight, and swung his leg up to the top of the overhang. He slid onto the center, away from the edge, scratching his stomach on the surface, before finally rolling over and letting the rope drop from his teeth.
The night was startlingly clear, speckled with a myriad of stars that were pinpricks of light in the universe. They were giants belittled by distance to the tiny head of a needle, but together they sprawled across the sky in a wondrous display of calm might. Some Greek gods were graced with the immortality of being displayed in the stars forever--in Cobalt's eyes he traced his own image in the sky. He was a connect-the-dot picture of greatness, of youth, of the ultimate strength and wit. His eyes filled in dots that weren't there to create his delusional constellation, until he became one with the universe--hand in hand with Orion, riding on Pegasus, sipping from the Big Dipper, sparkling in the sky so all could see his majesty. It was just one more way he could ensure his immortality.
With reluctance he took his eyes away from his own image in the stars and fumbled in the darkness for the rope, seeing through the bright spots in his eyes. The knot had been tied earlier and was fitted for his noose. He ran his hands down the hairy rope, over the lumps, until he found the end. His thick, callused fingers paused for a moment before he picked it up, stood up from his crouch, and walked over to the front edge of the overhang with heavy thudding footsteps. No soul was awake at this hour who would be here to see his shadowy figure.
The sign that proudly displayed the name of the school was drilled securely to the overhang at five points on the edges and spread out evenly throughout the letters. It would withstand anything, even over 80 kilograms of muscle.
Screw number three. The metal rod drilled to the ground that supported part of the sign would be the site for the knot of his rope. He slowly wrapped the rope around it, letting his hands enjoy the last bit of work they would do.
The first knot. That was for his football coach. The bastard kicked off his best quarterback. Cobalt only hoped that the team would fail without him.
Knot number two was for his father, who had stopped sending him allowances after he started drinking and gambling everything away. It wasn't his fault that he was going through some rough times, and he deserved that damn money.
The third knot was for his teachers who had it out for him, always gave him bad grades he didn't deserve and found something wrong for an excuse to put him in detention. His father wasn't too happy about that, either, and it only made things worse.
Knot number four. For Arkady, that bastard who thought he owned everything, including Dementia. He only regretted that he wouldn't be able to see his mangled body after he got his just revenge.
Cobalt stood up, checking his handiwork, tugging on the rope to tighten the knots. It seemed to hold up, and he'd sure notice if it didn't.
The final knot: the hangman's noose. That one was for you, Dementia. The icing on the cake. No one ever refuses Cobalt Pelasci. No one! Especially not after days like the kind he'd been having lately, and especially not with his roommate. Arkady couldn't lie to him, when it was so obvious. That was the one thing that pushed him over the edge. But he didn't have to worry, as she'd get her just desserts too. Hopefully she and Arkady would have a good time with each other in hell, hm?
He carefully placed the noose around his neck and stood in front of the letters, prepared to hurl himself off the overhang. He took a deep breath and raised his arms with a look of serenity on his face. He was insuring his immortality.
The snap of his neck could be heard echoing eerily through the campus. His body swung on the rope by its neck, his empty eyes staring east, where the fingers of dawn woulds soon touch his paled face.
Xavier "Cobalt" Pelasci was going out with a f**ing bang.
