Board Thread:Fan Fictions/@comment-29206018-20170110013517

I wrote this during finals when I was really tired. After a entire day of reading Hamlet and then reading The End of an Era I wrote this. It's in the perspective of Elias analyzing Oliver but with some Shakespeare influence on the diction. I hope you enjoy!



Courtesy of Hamlet and not a lot of sleep

What are you? What is this thing that I’ve become? Is it me? Ay! It must be so for it is born of my flesh and agony like any natural thing yet--yet it is unnatural. It sits there with cold eyes and small frame. It’s filled with potential for greatness and evil.

What is this thing? What can it do? What will it do? I would ask it but I know the answer lies within my personage for hence where it was discovered and brought to life. Ripped from my being it is me. I know myself yet I do not know this thing. If it is me then it may be considered deadly or loving. Why not both? Oh, that would be dreadfully complicated! Brought into the world from my life it sits with dead looks. If I had not seen it split apart my skin and burst through my muscles with my own eyes, I would not have dared to believe it is a part of me!

Yet...yet I ask myself if this thing--nay it’s too horrid a question to even propose! Yet...I cannot tear my mind from it. If this sack of blood that sits before me is me, what is there to say that it is not I? Was I not born from it as well? Am I not this thing? If it is a part of me what part? Do I still retain it or is it ripped away from me never to be held by my own gloves again? Am I whole? Am I missing a part of myself which this thing has taken? Answer me beast! Answer me! Let me hear your treacherous tongue wag and your thieving hands explain your existence!

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It does not speak. Can it not hear itself? Can it not hear it’s master’s calls? Why won’t you answer me, devil!? What are you? What am I? You were created thus you are the cause thus you are the problem thus you have the answers! Do not let your story be held but answer me and explain this fate! What has become of myself? What will become of us? Will we never be whole again?  