Post by Nathan Wallace on Feb 6, 2015 0:28:12 GMT -5
Nathan
I am father of a teenage girl, rebellious and stubborn as all teenage girls are. She is the spitting image of her mother, and that for me is only a constant reminder that my beloved Marni is gone. I've tried my best to raise Shilo alone, keeping her safe from the dangers of the outside world of which she knows little about, and making sure she does not know the evil that lies within it. She thinks that I'm some sort of hero, a doctor saving lives and helping people to get healthy, when in reality I spread torture and fear, repossessing organs from living people as if it that were something you could simply take back from a person. She can never know the truth about what I do, or I would lose her.
My one and only reason for doing what I do is so that Shilo is provided for, and so the truth of what I've done is never brought to light. I am the reason that she has never known her mother. I am the reason my Marni never recovered from her sickness. I am the reason my Marni is dead. The weight of all of this is always hanging over me, helping me continue to kill innocent people in the name of justice and money. My employer is the devil incarnate, and I would like nothing more than to be rid of him forever, but the future and the world are not that kind.
Alter Ego (here's where it gets interesting people)
The fleshy prison in which I find myself is far from adiquit. This man believes himself to be a victim and plays as such. I, however, know his mind, for it is partially my own, and I know that he is not without sin. My quest for permanent control of my own body is constant, my mental companion unaware of my presence ever working in my favor as I slowly consume his every thought and action until I am finally rid of him. Then, and only then, can I have my prize possession. My precious Shilo.
She is simply delicious, and the mere fact that she happens to be the daughter of my leech of a companion is of no consequence to me. Neither is her opinion of belonging to me. I see what I want, and I have taken it, in almost every sense of the word. She is mine, and no one will ever take her from me. My beautiful, precious girl.
One day, when I rid myself of the annoyance of her father, she will understand my love for her. She will understand my need for her. She will be mine, whether she wants it or not. I will bind her to her own bed if I have to, but she will never leave me. She can't leave me. She belongs to me.
I am father of a teenage girl, rebellious and stubborn as all teenage girls are. She is the spitting image of her mother, and that for me is only a constant reminder that my beloved Marni is gone. I've tried my best to raise Shilo alone, keeping her safe from the dangers of the outside world of which she knows little about, and making sure she does not know the evil that lies within it. She thinks that I'm some sort of hero, a doctor saving lives and helping people to get healthy, when in reality I spread torture and fear, repossessing organs from living people as if it that were something you could simply take back from a person. She can never know the truth about what I do, or I would lose her.
My one and only reason for doing what I do is so that Shilo is provided for, and so the truth of what I've done is never brought to light. I am the reason that she has never known her mother. I am the reason my Marni never recovered from her sickness. I am the reason my Marni is dead. The weight of all of this is always hanging over me, helping me continue to kill innocent people in the name of justice and money. My employer is the devil incarnate, and I would like nothing more than to be rid of him forever, but the future and the world are not that kind.
Alter Ego (here's where it gets interesting people)
The fleshy prison in which I find myself is far from adiquit. This man believes himself to be a victim and plays as such. I, however, know his mind, for it is partially my own, and I know that he is not without sin. My quest for permanent control of my own body is constant, my mental companion unaware of my presence ever working in my favor as I slowly consume his every thought and action until I am finally rid of him. Then, and only then, can I have my prize possession. My precious Shilo.
She is simply delicious, and the mere fact that she happens to be the daughter of my leech of a companion is of no consequence to me. Neither is her opinion of belonging to me. I see what I want, and I have taken it, in almost every sense of the word. She is mine, and no one will ever take her from me. My beautiful, precious girl.
One day, when I rid myself of the annoyance of her father, she will understand my love for her. She will understand my need for her. She will be mine, whether she wants it or not. I will bind her to her own bed if I have to, but she will never leave me. She can't leave me. She belongs to me.
The gist of it is, when Nathan lost Marni and saved Shilo by enacting an emergency C-Section, his mind went through a trauma of some sort, creating an alter-ego. However, this alter-ego seems to believe that he is simply trapped within this other man's body and longs for control. And, of course, the love of his young daughter Shilo.
Nathan's alter-ego began molesting Shilo when she was in her early teens, leaving Nathan himself completely unaware of what was going on between them. Shilo has never told him and is now very distant with her father because of this. Which explains why they don't seem very close and why we never see them hugging or touching really except when Nathan engages in such things. It also explains why Shilo seems so uncomfortable around him.
You can read more about this theory of mine in my fanfiction
Nathan's alter-ego began molesting Shilo when she was in her early teens, leaving Nathan himself completely unaware of what was going on between them. Shilo has never told him and is now very distant with her father because of this. Which explains why they don't seem very close and why we never see them hugging or touching really except when Nathan engages in such things. It also explains why Shilo seems so uncomfortable around him.
You can read more about this theory of mine in my fanfiction
