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M'ran, Sebastian. Colonel. Snoiper. Sportsmi'n. Form'lly 1st Bangalore Pioneers. And now, I werk fer th'best //Independent RP Blog for Sebastian Moran// Magic!Anon: N/a In loving memory of Scott Allen Carter R.I.P. January 12th, 1977-June 6th, 2012

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Coma Calm | Jim & 'Him'

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“No.”

One word shouldn’t be able to cause so much pain. Jim stood staring at the man with his teeth bared. His breath coming out in sharp little gasps. The man’s touch that had at first been so welcoming now caused him agony. But he couldn’t move away. Something told him he needed this man. He needed him. Jim would give up everything he owned for this man. The tragedy was, he didn’t even know who he was. Couldn’t even recall his name.

Without thinking. Jim lunged forward. He wrapped his arms tightly around the Drowned Man’s waist. The filthy water soaked into his own clothes and the heat from the smoke burned his eyes. But he wasn’t going to move. He didn’t care if the nameless man found him weak. He didn’t care if he caused him more pain. Jim needed him.

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As the Unreal man began to lean back, his eyes closed. He felt himself shattering apart before the floor could even touch them; broken pieces flying into the great nothingness of the space around them. It was slow at first, only few from his back flew away, but eventually, he once again ceased to exist, leaving James in the empty recesses of his mind. Falling, where ever he was falling, but the Nothing Man leaving an echoing note for him with only his smoking lips in tact.

"Y'are 'lone."

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Coma Calm | Jim & 'Him'

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Anything but this. Anything. He wanted to wake up. He wanted to be back in that room tied to the chair. He would welcome the soft murmur of the Dr’s voice. The tearing of his flesh. The screaming of The Noise. Bring it all back. Please bring it all back. His prayer was beating against the inside of his skull. Desperate. His chest heaved and he wanted to run. To run away from this Unreal Man. This reflection of all his rage and pain..

“I…. please…. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Forgive me. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

Jim looked up at the man and a soft cry escaped his lips. He had never seen torment and hatred quite like that before. Those eyes held a world of contempt. All at once. All for Jim.

“Forgive me.”

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At this point, the voices cease to exist. The whiteness ceases to exist. The Man Who Ceased To Exist control it all, too.  He knew in that very moment how powerful those words were stuck between the mouth of Professor James Moriarty. The Unreal Man blinked, giving a warm smile as, for the first time, he softly touched the other's face, cupping it for a moment with the most gentle touch he could have had.

"Oi....luv..." the smoke from his mouth no longer trailed, his voice had been soften. And, with his black eyes set onto the man before him, his smile still in place, his hand still gently touching him, he spoke only one word.

"No."

All at once, everything came back ten fold. The heavy billowing of smoke, the voices, booming with hate, the touch of Moran was like thousands of needles against James face. He was cold, he was wet, his smile turned dark once more. And the shadows moved in rhythm with the voices. Screams of murder coming from no where at all. Pain. Hate. The Unreal Man was unmoving though, literally frozen in that soft, haunting smile with soft eyes on Jim.

Forgiveness.

How very, very weak.

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Coma Calm | Jim & 'Him'

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“I hated you.”

Jim thought he had escaped the pain. Thought he had escaped the agony of Dr and the man with the Horn-Rimmed glasses. But this was worse. So much worse. He reached out to the man, hand shaking and his teeth worrying at his bottom lip. But he daren’t touch him. Jim just couldn’t bring himself to move those last few inches.

“But I… I don’t know you…. Do I… I should? I’m sorry…”

The Criminal swallowed hard and squeezed his eyes shut. This new world was crumbling around him and he was trapped with someone who made his heart ache. And he didn’t even know why.

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He didn't respond to that query, instead, he bend himself over near the face of Jim, and repeated. "I 'ated y'." in a hushed whisper. 

The voices around the world began to get louder and louder, more in sync with one another as the white peeled into blackness. At this point, the Unreal mans eyes had turned a solid black colour,  his body dripping with water mixed with blood, his voice becoming darker as only few large areas of white around them were left, one directly below Jim.

As the Unreal man broke away from the rest of the chorus of hate, he began to talk in his own terms. His own mindset. "Y'fuckin' sod, I 'ated y'. I. never. loiked. you. I never loiked werkin' fer y'. Yer so pathetic. Yer so needy. I 'ated y'. Bein' de'd wos th'best thing tha' eva 'appined to me. Now 'M away from y'. Yer sad 'tempts t'fuck me. Yer pitiful way a' connectin'. Y'were th'wors'. 'M 'appy de'd. 'M 'appy wifout y'bringin'....me..." he paused in his rant, bending down to reach the level of the consulting criminals breaking point. He dared not touched, but instead, moved his had for James to look up at him, a commanding ordeal.

He wanted to show James the hate. 

He wanted to show James the pure disgust.

He wanted to show him everything he ever did wrong.

"Down."