Ledger
He had ripped his chest open. For her. Claws tearing at flesh, pain exploding in his breast. Trying to expose that which was missing, that which was taken. It is gone. There’s an inkling somewhere in the back of his shattered mind that the Dark God is the true culprit. Its lost however, mixed and suffocated by the pain of Ellyse and the torture of Carnage. What is real and what is not? He does not know anymore. He does not care anymore. The weird swirling weight in his torn open chest is like an irritating itch and he wishes only for death. Death that isn’t allowed by the beast within. The bodyguard, the gate keeper.
She is another figment of his imagination. Another ghost (like Magnus and the screaming falling lover of glass) here to torture him and remind him of the failure of life he has become. His one eyed gaze is dull and broken, barely registering when she comes closer. Barely feeling the ghostly caress of her touch on his neck. Slowly he exhales, raising his head to meet her imploring gaze.
He was already mad, who cared if anyone saw him speaking to ghosts?
”If you must. It’s already gone.” He finally manages, knowing that even if she repairs the damage he has done to his own body… The x would still be there. Carnage would always be there, written all over his body like a diseased storybook. ”You weren’t there this time.” He finally whispers, reaching out to touch her cheek and feeling the strange emptiness in his chest. Feeling the constant nothing when he makes contact. How he aches to feel something again, something besides the memories of heartbreak and the constant surging waves of anger that boils in his stomach.
”All is lost.”
No sleep tonight
I'll keep driving down these dark highway lines
@[Cress]