This was the summary to a story I'm working on...tell me if you like it.




Regretful

How can you truly know what someone is thinking by his or her appearance, or the piercing glint that hovers in their eyes? We ignore the silent pleas and only focus on what will please us. How selfish we’ve become. Tirus couldn’t comprehend the events taking place around him; He could only dream of blood and why the whole world was conspiring against him. He never looked or spoke that way though. The look of a kind innocent man created a barrier leaving all clueless into the confines of his soul.



Brown hair, in smooth luscious curls that cascaded down to his neck, soft green irises with laugh lines that stretched from his eye’s, smooth lips that would always form the warmest smile, that could light up a dark room and a husky yet friendly build that never really created suspicion. His voice was quiet, polite and you could tell he never used a word that didn’t belong in the dictionary.





A distinguished quality of Tirus was that he had a strange hold over people. He never had any trouble making friends with the most pompous, obnoxious people and it always hurt when Tirus would take his leave from their lives. His victims would linger in the memories of a friend who was never truly there.





Meanwhile, always alone, never truly understanding the meaning of his life was Tirus. He lived a comfortable existence with an ostentatious car and a need for speed. So why would such a low-profile man choose to commit the unforgivable against humanity. No one knows…I myself do not know, only Tirus would have the key to unlocking the essence of his mind.



An educated guess could be that he didn’t yearn to be the low-profile man, always in the dark, yet always carrying the glow of purity wherever he went. He wanted to be known, or better yet, he wanted revenge against the invisible tyranny he’s been thought to have been exposed to. He wanted a freedom, which was an impossibility in the world he lived in.



He mentally wept every night in his one bedroom apartment for a thrill drugs or alcohol couldn’t provide him with. His father’s old rifle lay untouched on the mantle near his front door. He eyed it skeptically considering the consequences of his actions and weighing the benefits. His noble side scolds him, lecturing him of all the penalties he’d have to undergo if he went with his perverse thoughts. His mind sneered at him. ‘What’s the matter Tirus…They’ve been so cruel to you, restricting your amusement by impudent laws to keep you caged like a pleading bird. Don’t you want to show the world who Tirus Marko really is? Don’t you want to make them pay for all they’ve done to you? They don’t understand you Tirus…Not like I do…go forth and rage havoc…this moment…it’s what lawyers are paid for.’ Murmured his conscious urging him forward.



Tirus was a smart man…Clever and intelligent…the throbbing of his head became worse as the voice provoked him to do the unthinkable. Eventually he would snap…and regret the decision immediately after the offense had been committed.



I don’t understand the events that took place within Tirus’s life, why he had turned from the man who had everything…to a man who ended up not only caged mentally…but physically as well. The mind is a mystery that scientists and medical experts can study to an extent; the rest is all in the possessor of that mind, sometimes more powerful then the most gruesome of weapons.

O_O WHOA!

I have known, and know, people like Tirus and that is scary.

Some of them have gotten better over time and some of them... well..

I'd rather not say. ^^;

For a "One shot", Sabine, this was a Master Piece like all the others that you have written before and since.

Please continue to write wonderful fantastic fanfictions, Sabine. ^^

Matsuo Shun: And please update Dark Hearts.

me: >_> Matsuo

Matsuo Shun: what?