Shadow Hearts: Start Again

Rex

A/N: I don't own anything, not Shadow Hearts, not the PS2, not even this computer! The songwords is rightfully belong to Linkin Park and the song is 'Crawling'.

If he steps in and stands back up, then maybe, just maybe, this will never happen. All the blood, all the screaming, all the magic, all his fault. Everyone was counting on him, but he fail them, fail everybody, fail everything. For all this damage, the world no longer welcome him, the only place he greet to go is his own disconsolate thoughts, his blank thoughts, to retreat back to his lonely mind. He enter it so ofter that his saddness and sarrow had created a whole new world inside his head, one that he made but never notice.

Crawling in my skin

These wounds they will not heal

Fear is how I fall

Confusing what is real

All his senses dull and colourless, his emotions gone from his face. His eyes either a lifeless green or lost of all colours, the tears in his eyes long run dry as he spent the two years hardly sleeping, most of his time spent in the world he never notice.

His world, grey and dark are the only colour he can see, he surroundings unclear, cover by a thick fog, heavy around him that somehow drag him down to his usual normal position, sitting down hugging his kness, his head hide behind his folded arms, his eyes peeking just above them, looking into blankness as his eyes lost all colours, slipping slowly from reality.

There's something inside me that pull's beneath the surface

Consuming/Confusing

This lack of self-control I fear is never-ending

Controlling/I can't seem

To find myself again

My walls are closing in

[Without a sense of confidence and I'm convinced that there's just too much pressure to take]

I've felt this way before

So insecure

Shh... Sound of dragging, pulling. As the dragging sound stop for two or three seconds, a sound of water shifting follow like a whisper. Sound doesn't always heard in the 'Grey World', sometime it does, he hardly care. Most sound to him are deformed, confusing his mind.

From the sound, his mind halfly didn't care but yet little hope of continue living ignite inside him and he stand against the preesure, his full heigh as he push up against the gravity of the surrounding. His eyes have return a slight green but still lifeless.

Crawling in my skin

These wounds they will not heal

Fear is how I fall

Confusing what is real

He look in front of him, on the cracked brick wall, a shadow loom over it, the light as he remember it, comes from the street light behind him. The shadow lift up a fist. He turn around, facing a monster with a slug lower body, crow head and a spider body. Staring at the raised arm blankly, knowing what's going to happen next but he don't intend to run and the fist slam right in the middle of his chest, the force amazingly strong, pushing him back against the cracked wall and the wall collapes backward, creating a larger hole and a cloud of dust.

Discomfort, endlessly has pulled itself upon me

Distracting/Reacting

Against my will I stand beside my own reflection

It's haunting how I can't seem

To find myself again

My walls are closing in

[Without a sense of confidence and I'm convinced that there's just too much pressure to take]

I've felt this way before

So insecure

As he lie under some bricks, his eyes stare up at the roof, his hand search inside his pocket and soon find what he look for, a slingshot. Grabbing a piece of broken brick, he stand back up slowly, his eyes turn grey slightly as he return halfly to the 'Grey World'.

Crawling in my skin

These wounds they will not heal

Fear is how I fall

Confusing what is real

Crawling in my skin

These wounds they will not heal

Fear is how I fall

Confusing/Confusing what is real

The fog clear up just the slightest bit, he stare up at the dark shape in front of him in the fog, he look it over, no sign whatsoever. The fog clear off and he return to reality to face the monster, his slingshot ready and aim carefully at the monster crow head and pull back the string till it meet his ear, he let go and watch as the little piece of brick fly throught the crow head, killing it completly.

As the monster body turn to a little dot of light, he walk from the small desert building that he rest in and back on the street, dragging his body aimlessly out of the town and on a path that he don't know where it leads that seemingly never end.

There's something inside me that pull's beneath the surface

Consuming/Confusing what is real

This lack of self-control I fear is never-ending

Controlling/Confusing what is real

TBC...

Rex: Yes, I know there is a Radical Rex here, and yes, I know he is out there in the middle of fire line. In fact, I know him better then most of you here, I'm not Radical Rex himself, not even his friend, I'm his little brother, I go by the name Rex, both of us for some reason love the word Rex, we actually have it written all over a page and stick up a wall!

Anyway, I'm about 13, chinese, he is half chinese half english, long story so hopefully Blain will come back and tell you instead of me.