Sick
Written on December 23rd, 2007 by BlackOpalStory Details
(12 votes, average: 3.5 out of 5)
Loading ...A/N: This is a Foaly/Opal piece. So don’t read it if you don’t want to. It’s also semi-dark.
His eyes followed her across the screen, hungrily taking in her appearance. Her body was a work of her own demented genius, her ears unnaturally rounded and her breasts shrunk; she would look like a child if it wasn’t for her knowledgeable eyes. She was much taller than any fairy; her self-created pituitary gland had done that. She was bruised, prison hadn’t been kind to her and she looked battered and sunken. He enjoyed her humiliation, reveled in it. He had caused it, and he loved the feeling of absolute power.
Those eyes, so cruel and intelligent, gazed up at him glinting with amusement as she sat in the middle of the floor on her dirty, dank cell. Or rather, they gazed up at the camera that followed her movements so closely. She knew that he watched her, whether it was through her undeniable genius or obsessive paranoia could not be determined.
He desired her and hated her all at once. There was no one else who could match his technological powers, no one else to give him a challenge, no one else to beat and still feel satisfaction except for her. He craved her release; he wanted her free to wreck mayhem on society so he could destroy her, so he could see the knowledge of defeat in her eyes once more, then to keep her with him always and to take her as his own.
Her lips moved, and he watched with fascination as she mouthed the word Sick. Despite the lack of sound she kept talking to him. You’re sick, you know that? Do your little friends know that you want me? Or what about your wife? Do they know that you do this? That you watch me like some horny gnome? You take pleasure in this, in me. You’re really sick.
She winked, and he shuddered. It was hard to believe that an innocent gesture could hold so much malice. He desired her all the more for it, and she knew that.
Nobody had ever paid so much attention to her in her life, and more than anything that was what she craved. She sat in the middle of the cold cell floor, no longer caring about the dirt and mud that covered it, and stared at the camera. It was a beautiful thing, it paid constant attention to her every movement, its sleek, black skin and clear lenses appealed to her every sense. A tingling sensation spread from her toes to her brain as she calculated the speed of the blinking red light. Her jumpsuit lay open, revealing mottled, yellow skin. She knew that’s what it wanted, what the camera wanted, her pain and her body. If she didn’t give the camera what it wanted then it might leave her here, where she was not admired but hated, and where she was not feared but scorned. She’d give the camera anything, as long as it would stay. Of course, if the camera knew that it might loose interest.
S o she sat there, in her cell, as he sat there in his lab. Stalemate, neither could leave and neither could get any closer.
A/N: I didn’t really like this piece… I liked the idea, but it didn’t turn out as well as I wanted it to. It’s just… weird. Any criticism is greatly appreciated. Thanks for reading this far if you made it.
December 23rd, 2007 at 9:16 pm
I loved it! Very interesting, i would have never ever thought about your idea, it was good!
December 23rd, 2007 at 9:19 pm
December 24th, 2007 at 1:21 am
ackward
December 24th, 2007 at 1:29 am
dittoto watPRG says
December 24th, 2007 at 3:15 am
well this is one interseting point i think that it was well writen and that evenn if you don’t like it others will appreacate the diction of your storys ! well done!
December 24th, 2007 at 6:28 am
Oh god.
bloody.brilliant.
This is just brilliant…..
My new most favourite story on this site….
i love this soo much.
5/5 from me, and thats not something that often happens.
December 24th, 2007 at 6:37 am
i want to talk this story and pin it up in my room! gosh, i love it so much…
( no, i will not be pinning it up in my room, it was an example of how much i love it)
love love love love love!!!!!!!!
Now that i look back on it. A lot of your stories have gotten 5/5 from me. Lucky you =)
December 24th, 2007 at 7:25 am
wow… really nice, in fact all your stories are great! ( I really cant think of criticism at the moment ! )
December 24th, 2007 at 3:03 pm
whoa! that was amazing. I really think it brings a nice contriversally realistic element to the idea of opal in prison. Like we forget how amazingly psychopathic opal is and figure she will just act like everyone else because she is in prison I love this piece of writing and i adore the semi-darkness of it!
kudos!
December 24th, 2007 at 10:31 pm
I agree that this is absolutely great. I think the way you expose the characters psychologically is fantastic. Opal’s need for attention and Foaly’s need to beat others is there to some extent in the books, and could make somthing like this potentially realistic- you have a great talent for making unusual ships seem plausible.
December 25th, 2007 at 9:02 am
im still mind blown. absoloutely amazing!!!!!!!
Merry christmas! xoxo
December 25th, 2007 at 9:05 am
no way. I am totaly outraged. This deserves more then 3.5/ 5 come on people! you know its true!!!!!
December 25th, 2007 at 4:14 pm
It’s alright. It’s definitly a different angle to the whole Foaly/Opal situation.
December 25th, 2007 at 8:30 pm
Awesome story!
December 27th, 2007 at 4:42 pm
This was the most interesting story so far, barely ANY mistakes, and not-to-long-not-to-short kindof a thing.
I enjoyed it greatly and
wish for you to continue
this piece.
January 7th, 2008 at 3:08 am
weird, yet cool, i cant decide
February 13th, 2008 at 2:03 pm
I am not very happy today because Sean (an important character in the Parody sequence) stole a bit of my birthday cake. Your story was slightly perverted and deranged. I liked the deranged angle but the perverted thing was more of a Stuart thing. (Another character THat’s the thick one if anyone cares) Please don’t talk about breasts as he starts drooling and hitting the mouse. Thank you very much. 4.5/5
March 19th, 2008 at 10:39 pm
Yes, Opal is suffering!!!
Nice.
*Artemis Fowl ll version*
That was a very nice story. It is absuloutley wonderful that Opal is suffering. If you have told the future I will send you 100 000 Euro’s.
July 29th, 2008 at 11:34 pm
This is okay. *steals a bit of Mikey’s cake* Mm, good cake, Mikey!
About the story:
I like your view on the Opal/Foaly thing. It’s not perverted, just a little sick, as Opal says.
Good job!