Swirling Emotions: Revelation
“It’s your turn.” The blue skinned being said sullenly. The red head nearby stood up, her cocky grin spreading across her face.
“Is it really? Again? Well, duty does call. Later love.” She let her finger tips caress the being with blood red eyes and violence surrounding. She left the room through a marked door.
“She’s been getting a lot of freedom lately.” The blondie in the corner said with a smile. “I’m truly glad for her. It must be fun for her to be getting out and…”
“Shut up you prissy bitch.” The shadow in the corner snapped. “You know very well what it means when she is called up.” The blondie sighed.
“Yes I do… but… I still can’t help but be happy!” Joy swung her arms around and danced in place, and turned to talk quietly to chuckling being next to her.
“Do you think it’ll be another falling out?” The tension of the speaker caused her to twitch violently and look around.
“Ease up Tense whatever happens, will happen, with or without our help. We just add spice to it.” The grey woman laughed, shaking her long grey hair. Tension pouted and shivered.
“But what if she gets grounded huh? Then all the pressure and… and…” Neutrality laughed at the stuttering emotion next to her.
“Well, then tough for you, it’ll happen if it’s meant to.”
Another woman rushed past, bouncing off the walls, looking frantically around. She threw pillows into the air looking for someone unknown. She stumbled across a sleeping woman and collapsed gratefully on her. The sleeping woman woke and locked lips immediately with the energetic woman. They were lost in each within moments.
“Do you think they’ll ever get sick of each other?” The woman who spoke had long green hair and emerald eyes. The person she spoke to shook her head.
“No, they won’t. Trust me Envy, they won’t. After all, aren’t I Love?” Love laughed and sat down.
“Don’t you people ever shut the fuck up?” the shadow shouted.
“Do you want me to shut you up you stupid pessimistic bastard?” The ruby-eyed beauty rose to her feet, unsheathing her dagger. Tact stepped in.
“Vio! Stop being a twit and put that away! Let me deal with Sui.” Vio glared at the shadow, but reluctantly replaced the blade. Tact went to talk to the shadow in the corner, who was currently trying to become invisible.
“Why can’t you just stay out of these things Tact? I’m not worth the trouble.” The dark girl murmured her voice so soft that it was difficult for Tact to hear her.
“Sui, you don’t have to stay in here you know. You can always go to the sub area.” Tact said gently. The shadow shook her head.
“No, I can’t. Instinct hates me more than Hatred does.” A shiver ran over the black skin. “Everyone hates me. I wish it would all just stop.” Tact grabbed her chin and turned to stare into those bottomless eyes.
“I don’t. You don’t have to be the emotion all the time you know. Sometimes I myself get into arguments. Sometimes Joy becomes sad for a while. Be your own person.”
“I’m not like you or the others.” Suicide wrenched her head out of Tact’s grip and turned into the wall.
“Yes, you are. You just an ordinary emotion like the rest of us.” Tact said firmly.
“No! I’m not! I’m not like you Tact! I’m not like the rest of you! You don’t see what I see. You aren’t there, no ones there with me. You others can go together sometimes, but I can’t. I’m always alone.”
“Sui…” Tact reached out to touch Suicide, only to have her hand pass through the black shoulder. She saw a glimmer of tears in the shadow’s eyes before she got up and fled.
“Don’t waste your time Tact. She’ll never try to change.” Violence said, sprawling across the chair. She let out a moan. “Now if only Rage was here.”
“Asking for me love?” Rage closed the marked door behind her, heading towards her lover, straddling the older emotions legs. Violence smiled and pulled Rage closer.
“Sadness, you and Tensions turn.” Rage said, jerking her thumb towards the door. They both nodded and went through the door.
A golden cat, one of the only non-humanoids they knew, sniffed at the door. She scratched at the door before she wandered towards the door again.
“Hey Curi. Anything new in memory?” Envy said casually. The cat let out a drawn out sigh.
“No, just the same old stuff. Nothing important.” The cat twined around the others ankles for a few moments. “Well, almost. Remembrance asked for Suicide. I didn’t think Remembrance even knew Suicide, I wonder what she needs.” She purred when Love picked her up.
“Well Remembrance may have to wait a while, Suicide disappeared that way.” Love jerked toward another door. The cat waved her tail in irritation.
“Oh the one time Remembrance does something different and I have to wait! Makes me so mad. I can’t even follow her cause I’m only allowed in here and the memories.” Curiosity sighed again and leapt out of Love’s, heading towards Neutrality to strike up a conversation.
“Tact, why don’t you try finding Suicide? Maybe you’ll be able to find her.” Love suggested. Tact gave her a questioning look and Love shrugged. “Or not. Whatever. What do I know, I’m only Love.” Love’s most well used lines. She seemed to know the most about each of the emotions, but at the same time, nothing about them at all.
Tact shrugged. “Might as well. It could be important.” Tact headed towards the same door that Suicide did and passed through the threshold. Instantly the surroundings changed to something more to her style. “Shit.” Tact had ended up in her own area. This meant that Suicide had retreated to her own domain.
That caused Tact to pause a moment. She had never actually been even near the dark emotions sanctuary. Suicide was so secretive as to where its exact locations were. Tact tried to think of how to get there.
“If I want into Suicide’s domain, how do I get there…?” She mused aloud. “Instinct!” she yelled. In an instant, Instinct was standing there, her fierce eyes glowing with undiminished fire. Small fangs protruded from her lips. She made a questioning sound. “Sorry Instinct, normally I wouldn’t bother you or ask this of you, but Remembrance wants to talk to Suicide.” Both hatred and curiosity appeared in the primitive woman’s eyes. “No I don’t know why, just that she does. Could you by chance take me to Suicide’s domain?”
Instinct was the only one who knew exactly where everything was. Unfortunately, in this matter, she could just as easily refuse as accept. Instinct cocked her head to the side as she watched someone else approach. It turned out to be Love.
“Instinct.” Love’s voice was softly commanding and we both focused our attention on her. “It is time. Open the dark realm to Tact.” Sadness appeared in the loving woman, the maternal figure to them all.
Instinct shook her head and made an angry sounding chirp.
“Yes it is time.” Love snapped. “’Stinct, please! It’s now or never. You know what happens.” Instinct let out a chirp that sounded like consent. Love placed a kiss on the fanged woman’s head. “You don’t have to go in, just show her the way.” Love caressed Instinct before slipping away.
“Instinct, why do I get the feeling that there’s more of this than just me fetching Suicide.” Tact questioned. Instinct merely grabbed Tact’s hand and pulled her towards another door. Instinct slipped through into the room of doors. All the doors lead to a different domain. Some only Instinct bothered to go, some went to the individual areas of the emotions.
Instinct went towards a blank part of one wall. She put out the torches nearby and it was thrown into shadow. She tapped against it once and a door appeared. A misty black door that Tact had never seen before. She doubted that any aside from Instinct, Love and Suicide knew it even existed.
Instinct opened the door, shuddering as she did so. She pushed Tact roughly through the threshold. When Tact turned to growl at her, the doorway was gone, replaced by a dry barren plain, the soils cracked and parched. Tact looked around at the barren landscape.
“Where am I?” She whispered. She was standing on a path and she followed it into an eerie forest. The trees were contorted into grotesque shapes, blood spilling from cracks in their bark. Their leaves either hung dead, black with death, or were covered in a slime of decay. The path meandered through the forest, leading to a large stone building. It was none too soon, because Tact had begun to hear howls amongst the trees that drew closer and closer.
The stone was black, charred everywhere. The door knobs were stiff from ill use. The knocker’s eyes gleamed with a lifelike quality. Tact slipped through the front doors, closing the doors softly behind her. The hinged seemed to squeak unnaturally loud.
The front room was large, probably bigger than some of the emotions entire domain. There were no doors leading to different rooms, only a massive staircase that led upwards. A black carpet graced the stones upward.
Tact looked around. When she didn’t spot Suicide anywhere, she hesitantly headed up the dark stairway into the gloom above.
There was a long hallway with only one door at the very end. The twisted paintings and tortured statues put Tact on edge, causing her to shiver with fear. She couldn’t figure out how Suicide could live in such a place. Tact had always thought the best of the shadowy emotion, but perhaps Violence was right, maybe Suicide was messed up.
Tact reached the end of the corridor and halted directly before the double doors of black ebony. They glowed and more mist spilled from behind them. Tact knew that if she wanted to find Suicide that was where she would be. She pushed the doors open.
Tact had to clamp one hand over her mouth to keep from letting out a frightened scream. Inside the room was a void. It was a black empty void. There was nothing. No floor, no ceiling, no walls, only a doorway into a void. Curled up in the center was a small figure, frail with long black hair that floated in the darkness. Her pale skin was mottled with bruises and cuts, blood smearing across her flesh. There was no sound in the dark void. The mist spilled into the hall.
Tact had heard some of the other emotions talk about her. She had even heard about this room once or twice. A whispered legend, spoken to scare the living daylights of anyone who listened. Even the fearless Violence was affected.
Pain. The dark, tortured sanctuary of Pain.
Tact took a step back, knocking a pebble into the void. The woman floating in the void stiffened. She uncurled and rose, covered in nothing but her own blood.
Tact could not help but gape at the beautiful if tortured emotion in front of her. She had never been truly attracted to anyone, not even Lust. But Tact could not deny the fire that was ignited in the pit of her abdomen at the mere sight of the magnificent person before her.
The pale skinned emotion stepped slowly towards Tact, her feet placed carefully onto the empty space of the void. She slowly approached, coming closer and closer to the transfixed Tact, who was paralyzed to the spot. She could do nothing but watch the legendary emotion approach, her long black hair flowing freely behind her.
Pain stopped five feet from the doorway. Tact drew in a deep breath and caught a heady scent that was almost familiar.
“Tact.” Her voice was melodious and seductive, making Tact shiver. “Why are you here?” Pain’s simple question was simple enough to answer, but Tact was forced to think about it, anything in her mind having been driven out.
“I’m…” Tact paused. “I came to get Suicide. Is she here?” Tact felt stupid for asking. Pain turned around with a straggled sound. Her long hair covered her body. “Pain?”
Pain looked over her shoulder and familiar bottomless eyes met hers. Tact had been staring at Suicide the whole time. A tear slipped from that dark eye.
Suicide was Pain.