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The Struggle(Kranny/Bad Kranny))Edit

Song fic: Song: Shadowman Band: Tristania

At night - asleep

Nightmares - not dreams

Drag me through the dirt

There is no place to run - nor hide

Bolting up, his whole body shivered. He turned his gaze to one of his hands, fingers splayed open, sweat dripping down his forehead. He was still himself.......right?

“Don’t be a fool. You need me.”

He's in my blood

I try to keep him out

He rules the pain

He makes up the ugly thoughts

The rotten words

He distracts my nerves

“No, kranny no needs ju. Ju bad. Kranny no wan be bads.”

“You need me, more then you realize. Every night they threaten something you hold dear. Who will protect them? You and your candy? Perhaps Hopper? No, you need me. LET ME OUT!!”

“NO! Kranny no wan be bads.” He shook his head vehemently. Normally that chased the voices away.....but not tonight. He could feel depression washing over him. He hadn’t slept in what felt like days.

His claws

His poisoned laughter twists the knife

His long sharp teeth

Motionless silence

Sullen muttering

“Sit down and shut-up imbecile. This is the what I have been waiting for. This is my time.”

A small tear had started to streak its way down his cheek, well before he lost control.

He holds the blame

He's in my veins

Stretching, he casually dressed himself and adorned his weapons. Inhaling the night air intently from the open window. He rolled his head, back and forth listening to his neck crack. A cruel smile appeared as he opened the door, leading back into the inn.

The main room was still frigid. He hadn’t left Everlook yet, and it became apparent as to why. Sitting at the table, huddling over a roasted flank of bear was a woman. Her flowing purple hair, cascaded with a hint of frost. Her small delicate hands huddled over the slab of meat, drinking in its heat. Her long slender ears, perfectly sculpted and pink.

He holds the blame

I try to keep him out

He rules the pain inside

He makes up the ugly thoughts

The rotten words

He distracts my nerves

Tonight like all the others, she would bleed for him. He licked his lips as she stood up, something about the troll unnerved her. She just had to get away.

“Yes, precious. Run. I do enjoy a good chase”

I've never seen his face

But I have felt his breath so many times

Soaked in sweat

Sleeping pills and cigarettes

But when the day

chases the night away

He awoke back in his room. Leaving only questions of what he did the night before, and a red smear in the snow far away as his answer.