Teaching-Darkness

... I'm so bored... Dark told himself, staring out the window idly. I've already solved the puzzle book Mephy got me twice over and I can't even talk to him, or he'll get airsick if he's awake...  Dark looked back at Mephiles, who was sleeping fitfully in the seat next to him, pale face having gained a sick tone from the movement of the aircraft. The shadow then looked back out the window, eyes flashing a bit from the small amount of light outside, allowing him to see fairly clear in the night. This sucks... I'm bored, it's cramped in here, and I have the distinct feeling it's only going to get worse from here... Dark leaned back in t

CRACK! There was a dead silence. Mephiles' eyes were as wide a they could ever get, a blank expression carried in them as if his very essence that made him a living, breathing being had been ripped from him. Iblis held him up by the throat, laughing at Mephiles' pain as the injured hedgehog could do nothing to struggle. Mephiles arms hung limply at his sides as tears began to pool up in his empty eyes, overfilling and sliding down his face as he emotionless face began to twitch. "… So the great Mephiles the Hedgehog can't even do more than shed tears right now..?" Iblis cackled. "… I must say, I'm very much disappointed… my

Light above me turns on. Raise my hand up to shield my eyes with a hiss under my breath. I really don't like light very well. It doesn't help that it's florescent... it just makes it worse. Bowing my head slightly to keep the light out of my eyes, I drum my fingers against the wood armrest, watching my claws leave little scratches in the finish. Not like I really care... A door closes off to my side and I steal a glance towards it out of the corner of my eye before blinking and fixing my gaze back to the floor as I relaxed a bit in the chair and crossed my legs. "Dark the Demon?" "Dark the Shade." I corrected swiftly before taking a look at t

Dark blinked and Ibis had disappeared from sight. Getting a bit frantic, Dark turned his head from side to side as he searched for the fire demon. He didn't like not being able to keep and eye on him, considering what had happened to him after he lost track of Iblis a few times already. "… Looking for me, Little Brother..?" Iblis' voice drifted into his ear, causing Dark to tense up and whip around to look behind himself, only to come face to face with Iblis, his nose just inches from his. Dark caught his breath and jumped back, keeping his hands up in front of himself to be at the ready if this escalated into a physical fight. "Tell me

(Dark's POV) I stopped talking, letting my mind wander for a moment as I thought. Bad idea, as it turned out... very bad idea. As you probably figured by now, Brother makes me very uneasy, and any of thoughts of him could easily make my bodily function take a wrong turn, pushing upon that bothersome feeling of fear on me. How I choose to deal with it decides whether or not it progresses... and one of many outcomes can happen. And I only have a split second to decide what happens next... not much time at all. Taking that moment to pause and think might have been one of my stupider ideas. I'm not quite sure what happened in between, but the nex

Mephiles stared into the mirror intently, taking in his appearance. Nothing out of the ordinary for him… it was always the same… Examining his eyes, he took note of how he hated how they had become. They were mere pale likenesses of the eyes of that demon that resided in him… Dull and pale… tired and weak… He was nothing at all like his former self. A shadow really… he was a shadow… just like the shadow he was when he was created… the old him… Catch me as I fall Say you're here and it's all over now “… Dark… Tell me…” Mephiles murmured, shaking his head slowly, never t

Shadow sniffled. That cold that he had caught during the time Mephiles was in his mind was still with him, but it was on its last run. He held back a sneeze as he rummaged through the fridge for some milk to put in his tea. They were out. He quickly turned his head away to sneeze and spotted a hand written note magneted to the fridge door. -Shadow, Left to pick up milk. Don’t freak out… I’ll be back before noon. -Rouge. He rolled his eyes. He knew he didn’t freak out if she was gone for too long… right? He shrugged it off and added honey and sugar to his tea instead. Sitting down on the couch, he picked up t

Mephiles… The hedgehog’s ears perked up at the sound of his name. He frowned, raising his eyebrows in confusion, wondering if he had heard that for real or not. Mephilessssss… The voice sounded like a hiss to him. A heated hiss. He set down his mug of coffee and got up from the table, taking a few steps out of the kitchen. He was a bit uneasy. The voice sounded a little too familiar to him, so he wondered if that was a bad thing. In fact, he realized that hearing voices was a bad thing, period. Contemplating about whether or not he should wake up Shadow and tell him that he might be losing it again, Mephiles heard the voi

Krystal clamps onto my head, Sharpe throws a glare at her. The wind breezes gently through my quills; they aren’t crystal tipped right now… Sharpe snipped them off while I was sleeping yesterday… so they are “normal” looking right now. I look at my reflection in a small puddle left from the rain earlier today; most of the ground was dry already, but this puddle was still in the grassy area outside of Downtown Westopolis. Shadow had told my of this little place during his explanation of what had happened to him to make him the kind of person he was. He told me he used to stand here for hours on end, searching for the