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Jack Mayborn is the name. I've always been a little "off" if you will. A litte different. My head has never been wired quite right. Short attention span...I just would get bored easily and quickly. I've always been fairly smart though, and perceptive...good with details and noticing minute little facts and details others miss or over-look. And inciteful, I just had a feeling at times how certain situations would play out. Put those three traits together and you have a guy that can work multiple issues at once to a successful conclusion. "Great.", you may say, "What's the drawback?". Easy. When people find out you're good at stuff like that, they put more and more pressure on you, more work on top of more work. They say the only reward for a job well done is more work. It's true. Eventually though, it takes its' toll. I snapped. I had a nervous breakdown. Went totally bugfuck some would say. I sought treatment. I needed help. I checked myself in to one of those nice "sanitariums". Restful places, dingy off-white walls, smell of antiseptic about the place. Luckily I was in one of the tamer wings...and quieter. Til one night. At the time it was thought one of the more violent patients had broken loose. I learned the truth after. Twenty-seven dead all in all, I was one of them. Four of us "woke-up" and stopped being dead, but we weren't alive either. Seems a vampire, a Malkavian, went off the deep-end, even by definition for one of that clan. Went into some kind of feeding frenzy. Why spare four of use true death? Who knows. Have you ever been able to figure out how a Malkavian mind works? I haven't, and now I am one. How has it affected me? Well, besides being undead and having to try and find an SPF 5000 sunblock, it changed my brain. It heightened my mind, all of it. I notice everything. I sometimes "know" things that I shouldn't be able to know. So many bits of sensory input...which to focus on, which to "make real" to my mind. I'll just go ask that tree over there. What's that? There is no tree you say? I'm going to tell the tree you said that. Other than that, when the situation gets a bit stressful or tense, I have no idea how I'll react. I may just act like the events aren't even real and not happening. I may be fully focused on the moment and able to deal with like a "normal" person. Or I may, (and this is the one that scares even me), become totally cold, unfeeling and logically ruthless...an unfeeling machine bent on blood and death. Of course I could react like a wild animal as well, all anger and hatred with no sense of reason. If you don't believe me, just ask my friend here. What do you mean, "What friend?" The six foot tall invisible white rabbit standing right here. I know I'm not the only one who see's him...the tree is talking to him too. Ok...I've used up alot of blood to keep my thought's straight and coherent so I could tell this little tale of woe. It's lunchtime... |
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