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A/N: Silas attempts to be ominous. Nat finds it more than a little hilarious.

=Perfect Match=

~Pri' viet~

When beginning to tell a story, one is supposed to begin with something...inspiring. Or intriguing. An anecdote, some speck of wit or twist of the tongue. A hook, a line, a sinker, to catch and lure and hold the audience's attention. Which is most often, in my experience, roughly equivalent to the patience of a hyperactive flea. And so, allow me to lay an enduring truth upon you: I am not here to pander to your needs. Do not bore me with your dull-witted attempts to appreciate my character, my motivations, my hubris, my rise and my fall. I am not a book, to be opened, devoured, chaptered, and concluded upon.

For I am for Eternity. And my story shall never end.

I may, however, indulge myself with a beginning. Not a beginning true to the passage of time, naturally, as infant's are inarticulate in all but bemoaning the woe of their own births, their breaking dawns. Children are born screaming. And if they are not, they are born dead. My birth was of the scalpel's whim, not of the Light at the end of the Tunnel. A tunnel to life and a tunnel to death, and I have trodden neither. In Eve's sour cradle, the Serpent sought to strangle my life from me before it had begun. A pre-natal...  'complication'. My Lifeline, the rope that tethered me to my Mother's womb, knotted, as if in divine anticipation, and formed a noose. Nature perceived my unsung sins and hung me in her belly.

But science, our Genesis retribution, the reapings of forbidden fruit, delivered me. And so, I was born. And so I now live. And so, now, you shall know me: pri' viet. My name is Silas Volkov. And I am neither insane, as you, the insolent populous, have fashioned me, nor a liar.

There is a young man who's heart I have stolen. Literally, before you indulge yourselves in pointless romanticisms. And now, his spirit, his soul, his essence, the galaxy of firing neurons and imploding stars that make his self Reality, dwells within my head. Unprecedented, yes, indeed. Fantastical, most certainly. But it is the truth, the nonetheless. Nathaniel Perth is no fiction. He is- or was, depending upon your perception of the semantics of life and death and the unventured inbetween-  a person. A human. He is not a figment of my imagination. He is not a manifestation of a traumatic event. He is not an alternate persona. What he is, is an anomaly. A beautiful mistake, and a staggering coincidence. He is as he is called, a Gift. For me. From God, or whomever you choose to believe has the power to grant Life itself. If he were not dead, then I, would not be alive.

Human life is a negotiation. It is a matter of factors, of balances, both financial and moral. We are animals. We may eat, or we may be eaten. There is no monochrome, no shades of gray in the multicolour of our modern spheres. We are as rats in the sewer, feasting upon the defecation of deities. And I? Where is my place in the world? I am not so deluded as to believe we are equals, for we are not. There is no we. There is no All. There is only the One, the individual. I am the unfulfilled machinations of Lucifer: and I shall not be equal to God. I shall not settle for such pittance. I shall achieve Perfection. And I shall inflict it. Upon-

"Heeeeeey Sil. You internally monologuing your plans for world domination AGAIN? Jeez. We geddit, ok, you're evil, gonna take over the world, blah-de-blah-blah, yadda. Go stroke an ominously fluffy white cat or sum'thin. Just be fuckin' quiet about it, there are incorporeal hitchhikers tryin' to catch some zees over here."

...

As soon as I extricate this insolent little insect from my-

"Insect?! Huh, bzzzzzzz. Hey, hey! I'm a GNAT. Geddit? HA! Insect? Gnat? Nat? No...?"

I retract my previous sentiment. I may well be insane afterall.

"No argument here, gitface."

~Fin~
...XD What is this? I don't even know. Gah. Me trying to get a handle on Silas POV. But Nat kinda refused to be ignored ^w^

Mine!
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O8-Toodles-8O Featured By Owner Dec 3, 2010
xP I liked this a lot. The monologue is beautiful! ^^
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ebonyblot Featured By Owner Dec 3, 2010
Thank you very much! :D I'm glad you liked it!!
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Emptygoldeyes Featured By Owner Aug 13, 2010  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Hahaha. Great ending. ^_^ I like his internal monologue. Very nice. And Nat is just more and more awesome every time you write about him!
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ebonyblot Featured By Owner Aug 13, 2010
:D Thanks hon! Silas was getting so ridiculous and cliche that Nat just had to crash his party XD hee, I can never write seriously for long...glad you liked it!
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Ookamiofthewolves Featured By Owner Aug 11, 2010
.....psh...psh...psh... @A@ *grabbyhands at him*

but no...what of Gil and the boys....but these two.... *dies*
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ebonyblot Featured By Owner Aug 11, 2010
XD Hon I'm finding your comments a teensy bit difficult to understand...didja like it? <3
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Ookamiofthewolves Featured By Owner Aug 11, 2010
YEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS. ;u; They're fighting for a spot in my heaaaaart.


(sorry I'm always a little confusing~)
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ebonyblot Featured By Owner Aug 12, 2010
:'D No worries my darling! I'm pretty much never coherent <333 glad you liked it! And hey, don't bother bout choosing between them- just anjoy all four! ;D
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Ookamiofthewolves Featured By Owner Aug 12, 2010
;D Yes, but I have to shift people around and Howard wouldn't like that~

;u; I'm never coherent either~
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