Orion's Symphony
The young man strolled through the night. His footsteps filling the gargantuan courtyard as his fine shows fell heavily on the pavement. His eyes were locked in the distance with a cold fury, a fury that rose in his chest and stuck in his high shoulders. He was that of a ghost as his white coat billowed back behind him in the dark. A ghost that rose through the perfect, endless grass, and up dark marble stairs to a door that was made so a god's head would easily fit below it's rim.
With a quick flick of his arm the massive doors smashed open and brilliant white poured out, reflecting from floors made of glossed riches. The den of his entrance riddled the fine vases on their pedestals, and yet even a den such as this could not shake the whole house, for it was far too big and far too strong.
Orion walked past the solemn faces of his underlings, he and they knew their place, knew that it was not wise to stand in front of such a being as their master. And yet at the man's fine sole's clicked on the pearly marvel his pace quickened even further. There was one authority that he would not dare question, one that held the house that he could not shake no matter how many doors he slammed.
He past through the endless maze of room's sized for gods until the very light from the parlor faded behind him, and once again he felt the security of darkness. Without looking he turned pushing doors with some unseen force an odd vibration filling the air around him. Orion came upon his place and as he passed into a massive room, cast in dark with a faint hint of moon sneaking in over the wood floor. A floor that for all it's grandness lay completely empty, the exception being a few cases resting under the window and a sole chair that sat in the middle of the room.
Orion turned and carefully closed these doors, for the first time letting his cold blue eyes rise to the grain hidden behind the paint on the massive doors. For a moment he stood in utter silence, but when he could no longer bare it the man quickly turned, pulling the coat from him with passion and throwing it to the floor where it slid abnormally far to the wall as if he were the epicenter of an opposing force.
Quickly and quietly he pulled the largest case, it's hips spreading wide before pulling up into a narrow neck. He sat down and flicked open the case, pulling from it with a delicacy he didn't not know with human life, a strong, gracefully cello. It's strings quivering in his presence. With a deep breath he pulled the instrument close to him and let it embrace him. Her grimaced into the dark toward the door for a moment before gritting his teeth and pulling the bow like a blade across the cello's flesh. It screamed with agony as he ripped through it, his jaw clenching unbearable before he flung his head down and lightly tickled deep notes unto it's neck building his darkness. He concentrated harder, and from all around him the air began to spark with vibrations, filling the room with pitches and notes. Squealing just as his cello had. An invisible orchestra that Orion called upon at his will. They rose up together into violins and clarinets, horns, and drums as he bowed with his cello at it's lead. And she sung for him a song of sadness and pain and deception.
His eyes waltzing the streets, his finger clutched tight. His whole body filled with urge. An unbearable urge that brought him to these filthy gray streets. Filled with filthy people, people who were nothing to no one, people who were only meaningful in their usefulness to the urges of others.
Orion's fingers tightened on the cello's gentle neck as his orchestra grew, and the notes escalated, deepened. Filling the room with power, his notes reached higher and higher as he expertly worked his bow into a high yell.
His blood pumped with self-inflicted poison. A poison that clung to every inch of his body as it moved, as he ravaged his urge. She had been easily seduced, he was a fine man. And now she pulled him close and gave him the pleasure that he so desired. With uncontrollable emotion that filled his body and his rage he howled.
The notes sank into quick deep monologues hiss orchestra booming around him, around the room. his hair shook in the fury and he felt the sound on his skin as he raised his head with closed eyes, filling with energy. His face was cool and solemn but his arms stressed into sinew that that gripped the cello harder, held her tighter and tighter.
His hands filled with the uncontrollable urge, and rage. A faceless rage that held her neck and with bloodshot eyes that starred down into the glorious beauty of horror and control. He tightened his grip as she scratched at his flawless chest. Finally he felt satisfied as the life left her body and the light left her amazing green eyes. He smiled broadly and shook his arms and with it her limp body. He laughed into the night alone and tightened even after she was long gone.
The notes fell and Orion's moved with the cello the orchestra that had settled to let his fingers fill the focus. Gently swaying with the beauty and with closed eyes he let the notes fall gently, pulled his bow in long strides as he remembered. He quickened once more and the orchestra climaxed as blood warmed his fingers. Then once again he slowly declined to a slow plucking, and the cellist sat alone once more in the room.
He slowly stroked her cold face with his fingers, callused finger but perfectly trim. Tonight she had been the lovely symphony of Orion, one of many, but a unique one at that.
The man left the bow snapped away from his cello and the sound reverberated all around him for a moment. He rose and relaxed with the cello on him, a content smirk falling over his face. Orion opened his eyes and stood with a breath of piece-of-mind. He lay to rest his cello gently, just as gently as he stroked a cold face, and clicked it's case. Setting it away and donning his coat once more before letting slowly stepping to the door and pulling it open letting the light pour in over him. There a fine man stood, with long flowing hair the color of Orion's and the same shade of blue eye that stared over the young man.
"Good evening."
"You always pride me with your melodies. They can be heard throughout the compound and I always must stop and listen to you."
"Thank you, Father."
"A fine gentlemen you have become. You are a god amongst men, Orion."
Then the door was closed and the room cast in shadow as the men walked away together.
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