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024 // Voice + Out of the Darkness Posts
Good evening, everyone. First of all I'd like to thank everyone who has submitted something to the Out of the Darkness project thus far. Submissions are open indefinitely, so I strongly encourage everyone to consider making a post and to spread the word as much as possible.
Secondly, the Community Center has been offered as a location to hold support group meetings for those who have suffered losses in the Port. If anyone is still interested, please let me know what day and time suits you best, so we can coordinate a schedule.
[He takes a breath.] Now, without further ado, here are today's Out of the Darkness submissions. The second submission mentions suicide, so please bear that in mind before reading.
Aurican; video post:
[There's a view of the ocean, with the sun just barely covered by the clouds. It is a rather calming, if not cliche , image. The waves crested gently over the surf. A voice is spoken, but it is while not obnoxiously loud, it has an enormous presence, as though the speaker is a giant, breathing in air with massive lungs.]
I once had four brothers. They were different in every way, and that was made them so strong, so vital. They made many friends, or pursued more solitary paths. I myself choose a path of friends, of enjoying great company of the elves, and I helped and protected them as their civilization grew.
One day, a shadow fell over them, and evil struck them down, killing thousands, millions, and I wasn't there to stop it. Not too long after that, my brothers were slain, one by one. To this day I remember their bodies, their last words, even their last dying cries.
[There's a strange whooshing noise, like a pair of large wings flapping.]
But I could not allow despair and grief come over me. I missed them, yes, but in a time of war I had to act, so I did, and I helped to bring the end to the war. But ending the war, while good, could not bring my brothers back, nor gaining vengeance will give me true satisfaction.
Two things did, however. Returning magic to the world, and taking care of the eggs that were lain just before my brothers' deaths. They were meant to be patriarchs of their clans, to teach and care their own children, to guide them to a new age. I bear that responsibility now. I must teach them of their fathers' courage, their heritage, and the responsibilities they must take on as they grow older.
[There are heavy, muffled footsteps, and an enormous dragon appears, golden in scales and in his eyes. The dragon turns to the broadcasting video, his eyes shining brightly, staring straight at the viewer.]
They are the new light. While I miss my brothers deeply, the joy and hope I have for the future shines far more greatly than the darkness of grief can ensnare. I look at my children, at my nephews and nieces, and I have the comfort knowing that when I finally pass, it will be peaceful, and I will be content in knowing that I will see my brothers one more. I only have the wish that my brothers' passings were more peaceful than when they were murdered by the red dragon.
My message is this: grieve, but do not follow to despair's sunder. There is a purpose to you yet, and you will carry it out with dignity and honor to not only yourself, but to the memories of your lost ones.
[With that, he coils his legs, wings spread.]
And always, always, show mercy, even to your enemies.
[With a heavy downstroke of his wings, the gold dragon takes off to the sky, to chase the dying light of the sun.]
Anonymous text; trigger warning for mentions of suicide:
Back home, a few months ago I got convinced that the only way I could help the people I cared about was by disappearing. There was a lake right outside the town I live in, and I went there and sort of just let myself sink. I thought maybe nobody would care much, but I guess there was someone who cared a lot more than I thought, because he ended up taking me out before it was too late. :) I love him a lot.
So, I guess... I know life here can hurt a lot, with the darkness and the companies and all the bad people. But as much as you feel alone, you never really are, because there's always someone out there who cares about you. I didn't know just how much that person cared until he came and saved me. There's always someone out there who would be sad if something happened to you.
I was really scared back then, but now I'm just really, really happy. I like being alive, and I like being here, and I really like all my friends. I would have never got to see them again if I had ended up dying. They mean too much to me to let that happen now.
So, it really does get better. :) I hope everyone can remember.
Claire Bennet; voice post:
It gets better.
No matter what happens, no matter who goes after you- life will get better. It won't seem like it at the time, but it does. But you have to be willing to do something to make it better. It doesn't matter if you're straight, gay, young, old, or powered.
We all have one thing in common, even if we have different genetic makeups, lifestyles, or powers. We're all trapped in this city without a real way out. Everything about this place is against us, especially as newcomers.
I came from a world that didn't have powers as the norm. And when word got out that there were people that could do things normal people couldn't, the government decided to round us up. My own father hunted down those people - people that were exactly like him - rounding us up because we were threats to society. I didn't think it would get better.
But somebody did. Rebel did, and he helped everybody he could because he knew that if somebody did something, it would get better. And it did.
Things don't get better without you doing something.
I used to think my life would never get better after I met Sylar on the night of my Homecoming. He killed a friend of mine because he thought she could regenerate. When he attacked me almost a year after that, I knew that life wouldn't get better unless I did something to stop monsters like him from hurting innocent people. So that was what I set out to do- and it worked. It took a lot of blood, sweat, and tears, but we finally killed him, even when he could regenerate. That was the moment my life began to get better. Even if lot of people had to die before that happened - including my biological mom.
I guess what I'm saying is ... don't lose hope. I know it seems easy to give up, but it will get better. Trust me. I've been lied to, betrayed, murdered, hunted down; it will get better. That kind of optimism is hard to have here when it seems like every day just keeps getting worse and worse, but ... we have to believe in something. We have to believe that there's some light at the end of all of this darkness.
[Back to Kurt.]
Feel free to respond with your own messages, or discuss what the messages mean to you. Thanks again to all of you for making this happen. You're all so brave and generous. And I can't stress enough how important this is.
Secondly, the Community Center has been offered as a location to hold support group meetings for those who have suffered losses in the Port. If anyone is still interested, please let me know what day and time suits you best, so we can coordinate a schedule.
[He takes a breath.] Now, without further ado, here are today's Out of the Darkness submissions. The second submission mentions suicide, so please bear that in mind before reading.
Aurican; video post:
[There's a view of the ocean, with the sun just barely covered by the clouds. It is a rather calming, if not cliche , image. The waves crested gently over the surf. A voice is spoken, but it is while not obnoxiously loud, it has an enormous presence, as though the speaker is a giant, breathing in air with massive lungs.]
I once had four brothers. They were different in every way, and that was made them so strong, so vital. They made many friends, or pursued more solitary paths. I myself choose a path of friends, of enjoying great company of the elves, and I helped and protected them as their civilization grew.
One day, a shadow fell over them, and evil struck them down, killing thousands, millions, and I wasn't there to stop it. Not too long after that, my brothers were slain, one by one. To this day I remember their bodies, their last words, even their last dying cries.
[There's a strange whooshing noise, like a pair of large wings flapping.]
But I could not allow despair and grief come over me. I missed them, yes, but in a time of war I had to act, so I did, and I helped to bring the end to the war. But ending the war, while good, could not bring my brothers back, nor gaining vengeance will give me true satisfaction.
Two things did, however. Returning magic to the world, and taking care of the eggs that were lain just before my brothers' deaths. They were meant to be patriarchs of their clans, to teach and care their own children, to guide them to a new age. I bear that responsibility now. I must teach them of their fathers' courage, their heritage, and the responsibilities they must take on as they grow older.
[There are heavy, muffled footsteps, and an enormous dragon appears, golden in scales and in his eyes. The dragon turns to the broadcasting video, his eyes shining brightly, staring straight at the viewer.]
They are the new light. While I miss my brothers deeply, the joy and hope I have for the future shines far more greatly than the darkness of grief can ensnare. I look at my children, at my nephews and nieces, and I have the comfort knowing that when I finally pass, it will be peaceful, and I will be content in knowing that I will see my brothers one more. I only have the wish that my brothers' passings were more peaceful than when they were murdered by the red dragon.
My message is this: grieve, but do not follow to despair's sunder. There is a purpose to you yet, and you will carry it out with dignity and honor to not only yourself, but to the memories of your lost ones.
[With that, he coils his legs, wings spread.]
And always, always, show mercy, even to your enemies.
[With a heavy downstroke of his wings, the gold dragon takes off to the sky, to chase the dying light of the sun.]
Anonymous text; trigger warning for mentions of suicide:
Back home, a few months ago I got convinced that the only way I could help the people I cared about was by disappearing. There was a lake right outside the town I live in, and I went there and sort of just let myself sink. I thought maybe nobody would care much, but I guess there was someone who cared a lot more than I thought, because he ended up taking me out before it was too late. :) I love him a lot.
So, I guess... I know life here can hurt a lot, with the darkness and the companies and all the bad people. But as much as you feel alone, you never really are, because there's always someone out there who cares about you. I didn't know just how much that person cared until he came and saved me. There's always someone out there who would be sad if something happened to you.
I was really scared back then, but now I'm just really, really happy. I like being alive, and I like being here, and I really like all my friends. I would have never got to see them again if I had ended up dying. They mean too much to me to let that happen now.
So, it really does get better. :) I hope everyone can remember.
Claire Bennet; voice post:
It gets better.
No matter what happens, no matter who goes after you- life will get better. It won't seem like it at the time, but it does. But you have to be willing to do something to make it better. It doesn't matter if you're straight, gay, young, old, or powered.
We all have one thing in common, even if we have different genetic makeups, lifestyles, or powers. We're all trapped in this city without a real way out. Everything about this place is against us, especially as newcomers.
I came from a world that didn't have powers as the norm. And when word got out that there were people that could do things normal people couldn't, the government decided to round us up. My own father hunted down those people - people that were exactly like him - rounding us up because we were threats to society. I didn't think it would get better.
But somebody did. Rebel did, and he helped everybody he could because he knew that if somebody did something, it would get better. And it did.
Things don't get better without you doing something.
I used to think my life would never get better after I met Sylar on the night of my Homecoming. He killed a friend of mine because he thought she could regenerate. When he attacked me almost a year after that, I knew that life wouldn't get better unless I did something to stop monsters like him from hurting innocent people. So that was what I set out to do- and it worked. It took a lot of blood, sweat, and tears, but we finally killed him, even when he could regenerate. That was the moment my life began to get better. Even if lot of people had to die before that happened - including my biological mom.
I guess what I'm saying is ... don't lose hope. I know it seems easy to give up, but it will get better. Trust me. I've been lied to, betrayed, murdered, hunted down; it will get better. That kind of optimism is hard to have here when it seems like every day just keeps getting worse and worse, but ... we have to believe in something. We have to believe that there's some light at the end of all of this darkness.
[Back to Kurt.]
Feel free to respond with your own messages, or discuss what the messages mean to you. Thanks again to all of you for making this happen. You're all so brave and generous. And I can't stress enough how important this is.