"Perversion"
By: Amara Hyatt >TenshiNoKakumei@aol.com<
Rated: PG-13	



	I liked it. My one guilty pleasure; I liked it.
	It was pure.
	It kind of went in a pleasant wave, starting at the nerve endings in 
my toes and crawling up my legs, hugging my waist, tickling my ribs, seizing 
my throat, clouding my mind, all the way out to the tips of my hair; each 
strand a live wire. I arched my back; my eyes were wider than ever yet I 
couldn?t see anything but everything that glitters... then fades.
	It was exquisite.
	It changed perspectives and allowed me to become the ultimate that I 
have always wished myself to be. It cast shadow, gave me power. My body was 
on fire and ice all at once. Each sensation amplified tenfold, and I wanted 
even more. I was now a power whore, only of the worst kind. Wanting to kill 
for this lassitude; utmost perfection.
	It was chaotic. 
	It filled me and completed my circle. No longer was I weak and 
vulnerable. I was everything I had idolized as I grew up; the things I had 
dreamed of being and then some that I hadn?t even thought of. Pulsing 
throughout my veins, making them glow against my electric skin; this power 
felt nothing ever experienced by any mortal. This power was my newfound drug,
my escape, and I wanted it to possess me fully 
	It was orgasmic.
	It wanted me and I wanted it; the perfect lust. I wanted it with my 
body and with my mind. Affectionately I had welcomed it, willing to take 
it...blind to everything that had consequently happened because of my 
insatiable hunger. Even when it had done things that would normally turn 
everyone away, I was the one to hesitate and hold out my arms. I ironically 
smiled when I found *I* was the one that was running to *its* embrace. 
	It was shocking.
	It was every single color in the universe shattered into fragments 
and then lodged into my soul like shrapnel. When it became me, or I became 
it, I felt like I was lowering myself into the icy depths of blue velvet 
numbing. Or maybe the purging burn of a red hot explosion. Every cell in my 
body was struck into fever, and my blood sang a battle cry of disorder. 
	It was overwhelming.
	It surged throughout my limbs, making me believe that anything was 
possible. It controlled any shred of conscience that might of urged me to 
cease. Making me turn everything to dust, tear bodies apart, rip the sky and 
ravish the Earth. It silenced any pleas, turned any mercy I might of had into 
maniacal intentions.
	It was intense.
	It scared me when it wouldn?t let me control even my own body, but I 
knew it must be. It comforted me, took away my fears with a few confident 
whispers, it?s hand on the small of my back, pushing me ahead and commanding 
me not to look back. Ever. I did what I must, and I had thought it was right 
at the time. 
	It was deserting.
	It left me as my other half resurfaced and came to reality. Two 
battles raged and tore me apart inside until I was raw and left for dead. It 
faded and left me what I once was; weak and tired and unable. It surprised me
with its tenacious hold on my heart as it tried to decide whether or not I 
was worth it. I broke through it, almost appalled at what had happened.
	It was awakening.
	It made me resurface, and I was myself again, without it. My time for
resurrection had come, and I was determined to do what was honorable and 
just; the Earth was always my first priority, and I had forgotten it with my 
short-lived megalomania. It left me purer and more ready to die for Earth 
than ever. Its time had come, and it wasted it foolishly. It tried to take 
me, but I took it instead. 
	However, despite the damage it had done, I longed for that power. It 
was the most beautiful feeling and the most horrible in the world, and it was 
short and sweet.
	It was revolution and death.
	It was silence and vitality.
	It was every feeling you could imagine...and then more...and I liked 
every bit of it.
	It was perverse.
>End<






Well, that was certainly...odd. I was in a weird mood when I wrote this. If 
you couldn't tell, it was about what Hotaru went through when she was 
possessed, taken from one of my twisted perspectives. I currently have 
another story in process; it's another romantic tragedy. However, it's kind 
of hard for me to write it. Hopefully, it will be out in at least a month, 
and not any later than the beginning of July, but who knows at this point.
Anyway, thank you for reading and as always, comments and whatnot are wel-
comed as well as appreciated. the address is: TenshiNoKakumei@aol.com 
~*~ Amara Hyatt ~*~
May 1, 2000