Diagnose: Isaiah

[Love.{For Never & Ever}.Sick]

Forewarnings

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Heartbeats. Blood. Screaming. Fire. Smoke. Water, water, everywhere, but not a drop to drink.
Illusions painted over Isaiah's eyes, clouded his vision. A smoldering tree slammed through a windshield. Then his eyes went blank. As soon as it was off, another started again: blood-colored skies hung overhead, cars screamed their terrible sirens, people were nowhere in sight, except on the ground, lifeless, and houses were turned into ash and ruin. Blank. His mind cleared like a chalkboard.
Being only six years old, Isaiah didn't know what all this meant. His father, a famous, but not pompous or spoiled, rockstar, could only listen and nod at his stories, thinking they were just a part of his autistic realm in which he lived. He told him, vaguely, of hurricanes and tornadoes, fires and tsunamis, love and hate. His brother, Isaac, could only pick on him, calling him weird and a retard.
But even as Isaiah grew older, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, even at twelve, he could not convince Noah, his father, nor even his aunt, Alanna, or brother. These prophecies he was having. . . they were uncontrollable and often predicted how people's lives he didn't even know would play out. They drove him insane, utterly, literally, insane. At night, he would yell out and yet no one would comfort him. His father knew his routine by now and didn't even bother waking. Isaac didn't care nor would he ever.
Isaiah was nothing short of a fortune-teller, a gypsy, a prophet, and a savior. He was also nothing short of being autistic to doctors, who believed everything was logical, and didn't rely on other sources such as illusion or magic. When he was born, he was immediately fingered with a serious case of autism. They figured his brain was the problem, but it was theirs.
Well, as Isaiah has grown, so has his intelligence.

To be continued... Me and my friend, Layla, are writing this together and I had to post the intro for her. Btw, Layla, when you read this, I'm thinking of doing this like The Illustrated Man, but not with tattoos. I decided we'd make several short stories and call them Diagnosis. See? Like, this is Diagnose: Isaiah, and I'm going to start on Diagnose: Leo, Diagnose: Leera, and Diagnose: Faulkner.

Let's see, I'll explain them to you now so you won't have to call me. =PPP

Diagnose: Leo is about a wealthy-born boy that's diagnosed with a mental condition (don't ask, I'll come up with something later), but after being taken to a mental facility, he begins to write a novel about happiness outside this building, and when he finishes the book, it comes true. This one actually has a happy ending as Isaiah doesn't. >.>;;;

Diagnose: Leera is about a girl who goes to war and has post-traumatic syndrome afterwards and so she decides to take a trip around the Mediterranean to find herself and, as a huge storm approaches, finds she can also control the weather. She saves the cruise ship and the people on it. I need to think about this one more. >.<

Diagnose: Faulkner! Ugh, I have a brilliant idea for him! He's paralyzed from the waist down from birth, and finds himself depressed. But, he was also born with the painting skills of Picasso and decides to further his prowess, seeing as he had never done it before. As he paints pictures of a beautiful woman, or a black cat, or a fallen angel, they all come to life in his room. But, eventually he gets greedy and starts painting money and gold for himself. So, one night he paints the picture of his demon, trying to explain to everyone the bad person he's been. Well, he's not forgiven so easily and the demon comes to life and causes him to actually repent his actions. Basically, yeah.

Piccies! ^^ Just to get a general picture in your head... Yes, I know they're anime but work with me >.>:

Isaiah- tn3-2.deviantart.com/fs8/300W/i/2005/338/e/f/Lonely_guy____by_KariNeko.jpg (only with really light blue eyes, like a pair you'd find on a blind guy ^^

Leo- i57.photobucket.com/albums/g211/youkoselementalkitsune/anime%20boy/YouShiina99.jpg

Leera- th78.photobucket.com/albums/j117/LadyMinadeo/th_Darcyanime.jpg

Faulkner- i182.photobucket.com/albums/x108/i-like-manga/manga/l_afc8c7172426808606f90ec52f56c75a1.jpg ('cept he no stand up, hehe)

Faulkner's Fallen Angel (as only Deviantart can provide)- tn3-2.deviantart.com/fs12/300W/i/2006/285/a/1/The_Gatebreaker_by_aelice.jpg

Faulkner's Black Cat- i206.photobucket.com/albums/bb211/Usernameyouenvy/black_cat.jpg

Faulkner's Demon- i199.photobucket.com/albums/aa220/gothdeath904/Anime/Vocal.jpg

[~Celsyus the Duck~]

Isaiah awoke felling trouble as if he had a monstrous hangover. His mentality had gotten the upper hand of him last night. The horrid vision he had experienced had prevented most of his sleep for it was haunting his subconciece mind. He could describe the vision vividly if he was required to. Blood. So much blood, it seemed as if his crystal blue optics could only see a scarlet red. He thought he was going mad. The image in his mind was a ten thousand peice jigsaw puzzle, it was virtually impossible to peice together. He tried to get on his feet but his head began to spin faster than a raging cyclone. He went back to his original position. He felt like he was going to regurgitate the pasta from last night.

[Love.{For Never & Ever}.Sick]

He could feel his dinner last night at his throat, threatening to show itself once more if Isaiah didn't do something to stop it. He couldn't stand, and couldn't hardly sit without getting a huge headache, so he laid back, and sniffled, focusing every inch of his mind trying to keep the pasta down.
As he was concentrating, he immediately broke free of it as the prophecy he had seen last night that so terrorized him became clear in his head again.
There had been a murder. Isaiah was there. He could smell the rotting corpse. . . corpses, actually. He could feel and hear himself breathing harshly, and the cold steel of a knife in his hand. There was blood spattered on the walls, puddles of it on the floors, and it was splattered on the makeshift furniture in the small room.
The carcasses on the ground were dusted with blood themselves, and with stab wounds as well. They were male, one looking strangely like his brother, the second one like his father, and the third manifesting a boy he knew in middle school who constantly taunted him.
The liquid of life suddenly began to drain unto his hand, obviously from the blade he was holding. The sky was crimson and leaked its murky red darkness into the room. Everything Isaiah saw was in a deep chestnut, and it made him feel insane.
His heart was beating swifter and swifter, and his pupils were dilated. Suddenly, without warning, his father's head lifted and glared animatedly at him. As did his sire, the rest followed, staring at him from their dead eyes.
Isaiah felt himself fall to his knees in panic and confusion.
With that, the man cried out, exhausted from this vision that had been horrifying his every waking moment, and his slumbering ones, as well.

[~Celsyus the Duck~]

He tried his d**ndest to brush the horrid vision away, but any normal human being could not brush such a disturbing image away. Isaiah wasn't a normal human being though! Still, normal, abnormal or, paranormal he couldn't put it aside as if it were a school assignment. He put his hands in front of his face to make sure they weren't covered in blood. Nothing. Good, he thought, maybe I haven’t completely lost my mind. He took a second to ponder that thought. According to what the doctors said, he lost his mind while still in his mother's womb. He hated the doctors. "Those Bastards!" Isaiah growled while puching the wall furiosly, "They all should just die and go to Hell for ruining my life before it even started!" He slapped himself for that. Death was the last thing he wanted to think about, yet it was the first thing on his mind.