• 1-Voices In Ones Head

DISCLAIMER: Because this prologue thingy doesn’t mention
DBZ at all, I don’t think I need to do the disclaimer. However if mean looking guys in suits come knocking
(then kicking) at my door, I guess I’ll do it just in case. I don’t own DB/Z/GT… although I really want
to but that’s another story! Onwards,
fair reader…….

VOICES
(In One’s Head) by `InSaNe`.

Prologue

Today
marks an occasion in the his of of my life which is of great
significance. A new me has been born, a
phoenix has risen out of the ashes of the flames of a love that once burned
brightly until it’s supply of energy ran out and died, leaving me a weak
fragile husk, wrought of all emotion.
My ideals had been stolen and moulded to fit someone else until I could
no longer recognise them as mine any more; I was usteusted, used, and in no fit
mental state to do anything but sleep, and dream. What sparked this new lease of life was the day I saw IT.

The
messages were blurred at first because of my dulled thoughts at the time; it
had made no sense. I didn’t
understand. But I had to know more, I
was hungry and impatient to soak up this information, so I paid attention, and
the messages got stronger. Something
inside me began to stir, a new strength, at that time a small spark in amongst
a defeated psyche, a tinge of rebellion inside a place that had been forced to
conform outside it’s own will, and over time it grew and expanded into
something that could not be ignored. So
I flew the coop I had been imprisoned in for the last four years and sed
ed
back somewhere I could re-discover myself again, without too many outside influences
trying to change me. I would sleep and
wake up to be greeted by this two-dimensional vivid world before me, and sneak
a look into the everyday lives of its inhabitants. Slowly I began developing my own branch of interests in this
world - of a particular race, and a certain individual. And now I cannot, nor wish to, lead a
‘normal’ life, for I am anything but normal.
Especially now.

From
this point on, I impart to you, the reader, my adventures in the universe
inside my head, which, in the next paragraph or six, describes how I discover
it. On this – today, when nothing would
ever be the same.

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Darkness. I'm in my room, the curtains drawn to block
out the glare of the streetlights.
Outside, a full moon keeps it's vigil through a semi cloudy sky above
the surface of this mudball I have come to despise. Two hours before, I had looked upon it's silver-white crater
pocked surface, while red-hot anger and determination built inside me, bursting
to erupt, although I maintained control it won't be long until something snaps,
I must act fast. Tonight is the
time. Time to change, to break free of
tundaundane routine of the real world.
My parents have left the house for the weekend, so their inane nattering
and interruptions will not disturb me.
I have been preparing the whole day, preparing for what is to come. My overactive imagination has become
discontent from the lack of stimulus other than visual and aural, a universe
needs more, I must experience touch, smell, taste, full immersion... I need to
push things further, to form my own reality, free of the burdens and rules and
restrictions, physical and mental, which come with the package ignorantly
branded "REAL LIFE".

Since
I arose out of bed, I have spent my day expanding my mind into it's more
further uncharted reaches, the trance music playlist set to loop on my computer
softening the harder outer surface, making it more malleable, so I can push on
through. The music is now switched
off, and a heady aroma of incense permeates my small room. I lean back on the soft cushions, assuming a
comfortable position, for I plan to stay this way for a long time. I close my eyes, focus on my breathing, and
begin to visualise.

I
concentrate on creating the form that has been in my head for the past few months,
nurtured by the information my brain has voraciously consumed all this
while. This information contributes to
work as a template, outlining her form, her mannerisms, her strengths, her
weak... - not-so-strengths. She rotates
around in front of me, a flawless warrior, but imperfections will soon shine
through with time. I am in awe of her
as I hold out an astral hand to place her semi-transparent form upon it. She is a worthy specimen indeed. Bra mys myself for what is to follow, I
allow myself to think back on those explosive feelings I had when I had looked
at the full moon. The homicidal urges,
the inexplicable blinding fierce rage, mercilessness, all-consuming anger, an
ego too big for this galaxy to handle; she will share my inner fire, along
withyes"> For a soul, a spirit, but not just any will suffice. I pursue the ethereal substance of One who
is greater than any god, for the fact it does not have to be believed in or
prayed to or have sacrifices made in Its name (It doesn’t even HAVE a name
(yet)) to exist. It has lived forever
and never.yes"> Prepare thyself if you will, for such escapades are likened to
none other experienced in your endless loop of life, and those to come from
others such as I. Hear me!!!! Acknowledge me!!! Stop playing games, I know you’re there!!! Show me a sign you lazy piece of shit!