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[PART NINE] & Some News
Okay, I'm a little new at this so sorry if I mess this up first go. Because it's been 5 months since the last round even though we haven't been busy. I figured I might as well earn my keep and try to get this place alive again...




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Hi, right now everyone is working on some changes so hold on new things are coming. In an effort to kick this place back into action, we're doing round 9. In a few days, we'll be setting up a fills post that hopefully will work directly for archiving and an overflow post. Also we'll be doing a friending meme at tsn_km_gather so be looking out for that. I know some of the other mods have plans of their own which will be coming soon.

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i know you guys are enjoying this meme and i appreciate that but please can you put the SUBJECT HEADER on your prompt. you would REALLY be helping me out if you could do that. it just saves time for me when i'm trying to tag everything in delicious.



AND PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE DO NOT repost prompts from parts three, four, five, six, seven, or eight. the delicious is around for people to find prompts they may not have already seen. We know there's been some issues but we're working on it with pinboard. No duplicates from this round either. THANK YOU.


i would really like a fic about maybe eduardo losing his faith in life and maybe in religion.i've been going through the same crisis of faith recently.

FILL: The Cry of the Lamb (1/6)

A/N: Firstly, I would like to thank eisenfieldlove and yukimagik, two kind people that helped me with this. eisenfieldlove helped me with the english mistakes, and yukimagik read the Portuguese and English versions and verified if there were semantic mistakes.

To get the feeling of the fanfic, I suggest that you listen to this song: Lacuna Coil – Losing my Religion.

I hope you like it!

Warning: Mental breakdown.

Disclaimer: Obviously, nothing belongs to me.

The Cry of the Lamb

While he was still speaking, a crowd appeared in sight,
led by the man called Judas, who was one of the twelve.
Judas approached Jesus, to kiss him; on which Jesus said to him:
“Judas, is it by a kiss that you betray the Son of Man?”

Bible, Luke 22:48

When he met Zuckerberg for the first time, he’d known that there was something special about him. People where focused on seeing things that were unimportant, like flip-flops and awkward responses to social interactions. But Eduardo knew better. He noticed something that lied deep inside of him as soon as theirs eyes met. At the Alpha Epsilon Pi, while watching him, he immediately understood three things:

First: Mark Zuckerberg was an asshole. Or, at least, a pretending-to-be-and-almost-becoming-an asshole. Probably the type of nerd that was rejected by society for so long that became determined to stop caring about acceptance. And to prove that – more to himself than to others –, he started to act like a jerk. Maybe regret affected him sometimes, but he was determined to be like a stone.

Second: He wanted to make people feel guilty for treating him the way they did. The way they still were treating. He wanted to be right. He wanted to prove that he was more than good enough, and, because of jealousy of people that wanted to be like him, he was rejected. He would become crazy if he had not created that vision of life, because there was a voice in his mind that agreed with everyone, always whispering ‘Ain’t I good enough? What’s wrong with me? What did I do wrong? Am I a failure?’ to him.

Third: There was a hunger inside of him, something that would lead him to a place that nobody has ever reached.

Of the three things, the third was the most interesting to Eduardo.

How did Eduardo analyze all of it in such a short lapse of time?

Because they were equal.

He remembered the time when he still lived in Brazil and his friends looked at him with something different in their eyes. He thought it was greed, because he was richer than a good part of them, but recognized the word “freak” flickering there.

Edited at 2012-03-01 06:15 pm (UTC)

FILL: The Cry of the Lamb (2/6)

Eduardo knew what that boy was thinking. “Am I good enough?”

He knew because he used to question it himself.

It reminded Eduardo of a thing that his father had once told him. It was his first day at his new home, and they were talking about school; then he told Eduardo something that he never forgot.

“I am older than you, my son, so I have seen a lot of things in my life. You’ll see that American continent is big; and Brazilians and Americans are different. They aren’t better or worse, just different. I like the way that Brazilians face life, and the way that Americans do it too. My son, don’t judge them using your Brazilian standards. But don't think that they are like you. They are different people, with different culture. You need to have that in your mind, or they will break your heart and won’t even know that they did it.”

Edited at 2012-03-01 06:15 pm (UTC)

FILL: The Cry of the Lamb (3/6)

He didn’t agree totally with his father. Nevertheless, Eduardo listened carefully to his father, but then he saw that guy in AEPi and saw himself in him, and couldn’t repress the impression that they were feeling the same. So he approached and talked to him. His name was Mark, he had problems with people touching him, and his eyes were clearer than the water of a Bonito’s photo that he once saw, but seemed so much darker to Eduardo.

He could sense that Mark could break his heart, but didn’t care anyway, because his eyes were marvelous and promising, and there was something brilliant in him.

“Eduardo… I will call you “Wardo”, ok? “Eddie” is a little annoying,” he said and shrugged.

He was a rough diamond ready to be polished.

“I am going to my place. I’m not in the mood to be alone with Dustin. Do you want to go with me? ” Mark asked, and Eduardo understood it as Mark’s way of wanting to be his friend.

And Eduardo, now Wardo, followed him. Because he knew that he was destined to do great things.

They were.

That was when they became one. They were like reflections of the other. While Eduardo tried to keep them together, Mark just sat there, wired into his world, with his computer. Eduardo never complained, because he was the comprehensive of the duo, but sometimes he thought that maybe they were a duo of one (and it doesn’t matter how mathematically illogical it seems). But he was so happy that someone like Mark – a genius that almost sold his software to Microsoft! – wanted to be his friend at all... He wasn’t so boring like his father thought; he was special, like Mark.

So, maybe, he closed his eyes purposely. He didn’t want to see the distance in Mark’s eyes. He didn’t want to ever think about the possibility of being the only one sustaining their friendship with all that he had. They were perfect together. They would do something great, together, not apart, because they were mathematically right – a duo of two is what they had to be, since mathematics was the only thing they had in common.

And he was right about some things.

They made great things and had cultural differences.

And Mark broke his heart.

Maybe, in the end, he was wrong about everything. Because maybe things like “right” and “wrong” really existed, and he was in the “wrong” category. His father used to say that things weren’t simple, “black or white”, but he always acted like Eduardo was wrong. It’s like he had grown up listening to the “right and wrong” speech, knew that things weren’t this way, and wanted to change it. But he was too old, too stubborn, and couldn’t. So he was wise enough to give the information to Eduardo, but couldn’t change his ways. Eduardo felt the pain by being treated as a failure, but survived because he believed that his father was the exception.

He never expected that Mark could treat him the same way.

Edited at 2012-03-01 06:15 pm (UTC)

FILL: The Cry of the Lamb (4/6)

He didn’t expect his father to treat him like that; he didn’t expect Mark to repeat what his father did.

Both destroyed his desire to live.

Maybe the people that believed in dualism were right; maybe the world was divided between “good” and “bad”. Maybe the world was simple like that. Among all the “maybes”, there was just one thing Eduardo knew for sure:

He really wasn’t good enough. Never was. Never will be.

He was like the lamb of the Christian story. He sacrificed himself, opening himself too much, sharing too much. Thinking that people were different from what they really were.

At least Christ was betrayed with a kiss. Eduardo was betrayed with papers. Far less kind.

“The awkward moment when you realize that Judas was kinder than your best friend,” he thought.

Sometimes he laughed bitterly when he changed his focus from the stars to Christ’s image. He was Jewish; yet, after the end of the lawsuit, an abandoned catholic church was the first place that got his attention. It had no roof, just the stars above. He smiled stupidly, and started to sing.

“Era uma casa muito engraçada, não tinha teto, não tinha nada. Ninguém podia entrar nela não, porque na casa não tinha chão. Ninguém podia dormir na rede, porque na casa não tinha parede. Ninguém podia fazer pipi, porque penico não tinha ali. Mas era feita com muito esmero, na rua dos bobos, número zero. Mas era feita com muito esmero, na rua dos bobos, número zero.”¹

He was thinking about his childhood now. Ah, if the innocence of that time lasted a little longer… also as the thinking that that set of stars above was just God’s mantle.

His naivety was fading, slipping away from him. He knew that maybe he would become skeptical like his father, believing only in himself, stopping with his praying habits. He once believed that God would always protect him under his mantle, but he wasn’t so sure anymore.

"Father, why did You abandon me?"

Eduardo smirked bitterly.

“Did you feel the same way in the cross, Jesus?”

He observed the statue, and the sky, and didn’t bother to hide under a roof when it started raining cold rain drops over him.

“You know, I am supposed to be Jewish, so technically I don’t even believe in you… and here I am speaking to a statue. Maybe Mark finally turned me crazy. Chris always said that he would.”

He smiled to the statue.

“God will be mad at me.”

A single tear rolled down his cheek and died on his mouth, mixed with the cold rain. The salty and bitter taste remained for a long, long time.

He sobbed.

“I am losing my religion, so I don’t care anymore,” he said with broken voice.


¹ It’s a Brazilian song, and it’s directed to children. “It was a house that was so funny; It had no roof, it had nothing; Nobody could get into it, no; Because the house had no floor; Nobody could sleep in the network; Because the house had no wall; Nobody could piss; Because there was no chamber-pot there; But it was done with great care; In the fool’s street, number zero; But it was done with great care; In the fool’s street, number zero.”

Edited at 2012-03-01 06:16 pm (UTC)

FILL: The Cry of the Lamb (5/6)

That place held a sarcastic meaning. It was making him think that everything would be different if he wasn’t Jewish. He would never go to AEPi party, and would never meet Mark. He didn’t know if that was good or bad. He didn’t know anything anymore but the fact that there was something wrong about him.

He thanked whatever the hell made the Earth, God or fortuity, because he had not turned into a judge. He would be the worst of them. He judged wrongly everything. He and Mark were everything but equals. Thinking coldly, Mark was just really a son of a bitch, not a misunderstood genius. Eduardo missed the point since the beginning. Mark was a genius, truth be told, but not a rejected one. He was naturally a bastard.

Wardo was euphoric when he saw Mark’s way of speaking with others, cold and ruthless. Apparently he had a thing for sociopathic geniuses. The truth was that he liked the way that Mark treated him especially, in a not-being-so-jerk way. He thought that he was special because of it, because Mark didn’t treat him the same way that treated the others. He though that Mark considered him someone special, but that relationship was a fantasy. It hadn’t ever happened. He created in his mind someone that never existed. It was his worst mistake. Their real relationship was: he was just Mark’s dog; he had been used while he was useful and was discarded after.

He had the consciousness that what he was thinking was truly crazy, self-centered, arrogant and incredibly dualist, but couldn’t bring himself to care anymore about this.

Telling the truth, he wasn’t caring about anything. His world was falling apart, everything that he believed in was a lie. Even his life wasn’t important anymore. He didn’t even know how much time he was there, and was suspecting that he would get really sick.

That was when his father found him.

Eduardo truly thought that his father would be pleased if the shame of his family – Eduardo, the black lamb – disappeared. His father’s tears of desperation and the dark circles around his eyes said otherwise.

If he was too tired to lament, or just couldn’t bring himself to bother anymore, he didn’t know. His father took him to a hospital, where his mother hugged him like he was air and she could finally breathe again. He didn’t talk. He was interned because of the pneumonia that he didn’t even know that he had. The doctor said it was serious, and that they should stay alert.

Eduardo just wanted to die.

He wasn’t thinking about suicide. He was just thinking that it would be perfect if he just closed his eyes and disappeared; so he didn’t have to look at his father’s eyes, so concerned (and it made him think about how, when younger, he would gladly cut his arm off to have that look directed to him like it was being now) and his mother’s face. She clearly couldn’t sleep; he was a horrible son.

He observed the hospital room in Palo Alto, full of gifts and people calling and coming just to say “get well soon”, and Eduardo just knew that he needed to keep going.

His mother was there with him when he spoke the first words after being interned.

"Keep moving forward."

“Edu!”, his mother screamed. She hugged him and he felt that, even feeling like a train had just passed over him, he had the force to keep moving forward. He knew that would have to confront his father and his disappointed look.

But he was strong. He always had been. He just forgot it while he was at Mark’s side. He never needed to be the assistant; from now on, he could be the hero.

Or the villain.

He hasn’t decided yet.

In fact, he could be anything.

He was so busy trying to keep up with Mark’ rhythm and fulfill his whishes that he forgot that he could walk on his own. So much time trying to walk like Mark (in his shoes – or flip-flops) and now he could walk barefoot.

He was free.

Eduardo didn’t know if he wanted to laugh or cry. Maybe both.

Edited at 2012-03-01 06:17 pm (UTC)

FILL: The Cry of the Lamb (6/6)

So, after distributing kisses on everybody’s cheek, he ran to a cliff to feel the pure air inside his lungs again. And that air was different, an air that he never breathed before. He laughed for his silliness, but it was freedom’s air to him. No doubts why Americans – and he was part American now, by the way – are so crazy for freedom. It was addictive. He didn’t want to ever breathe another air anymore. He would never allow anyone to make him captive again.

He even thanked Mark a little: he released him from his father, his faith, his friends, his beliefs in life planning. Life was wild; it constructed and destroyed everything in a blink of an eye. He was just a little ant that thought that could believe in something as stupid as security. Mark destroyed that belief.

Eduardo was fearless now. Security was a joke; life was always changing, and he knew better now.

Now he could live life to its fullest.

However, he was still bitter. Not with life anymore. Just with Mark. All that they lived was an illusion. He has lost just too much on his path to arrive to the place where he was now. It was all a dream. He thought that he made Mark happy. But he didn’t care anymore. It was Mark’s problem, not his. He wasn’t attached to anyone but himself. He was his own man, his own home. Eduardo was everything that Eduardo needed. He always had been.

Life was bigger than Mark. They weren’t the same.

Mark wasn’t him.

He was tired, but there was a strength, a hunger, lying inside of him, screaming to be set free. It was something unknown, begging for change in his life. Begging for an ending of the past. Something that, he knew, was always there.

The ravenous of them wasn’t Mark.

“It was me. All the time, it was me. I was the one that was seeking to do something great. And I am the co-founder of Facebook now! But the most awesome thing that I could do was to make myself…”

He knew, deep inside his heart, that it was true.

Only now he found what he was really looking for.

“… LIVRE!”²

The chains weren’t holding his neck anymore. Now he could breathe. He smiled, opened his arms, wanting to embrace everything and nothing at the same time. He was prepared to scream at the top of his lungs now, because the air was reaching every place of his body and soul.

All that time, he was hungry for one thing. Freedom.


Freedom had a strange taste. It wasn’t like fire, like how he thought it was. It was like a calm ocean, a placid state of mind, soft as cotton, unbreakable as diamond. Freedom was like peace.

And it was more than enough.

He could live with that.

"Once freedom has exploded in the soul of man,
the gods no longer have any power over him"

Jean-Paul Sartre from "The Flies"


² “… FREE!”

³ “… I’M FREE!”

Edited at 2012-03-01 06:21 pm (UTC)

Re: FILL: The Cry of the Lamb (6/6)

this was so nice,sweet and exactly what i was looking for.