DeadlyAztec11
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Posted - 2013.12.22 08:13:00 -
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Darkness it plagued everything, there was no light anywhere. Nothing could be seen. There was whimpering.
A man lied underneath a table and dust waltzed above the ground. A light blue light, moon light, shown past columns that stood strong and decorated like guards. Once clean walls were black with blood and soot. Bodies were strewn across the place. Some corpses were trying to recline against the wall, others were in a definite face down sleep and yet still, others layed sprawled out with an ashen look. They all had two things in common. They were all lifeless and had all been betrayed.
He couldn't bare it, not anymore. The whimpering was echoing from every direction, the pillars aiding the sorrow. He tried to stand and was rudely held down by a plank or table, or something or other. He tried to push it off but it wouldn't budge. The renegade reached for his ion pistol, it was warm. Why? It does not matter. He violently ended the table's oppression by firing three shots through and kicking enough. He sat up. Well at least that wimpering stopped. Oh no, damn it, there it is again. He tried to stand. Ahh! It hurt to move his left knee.
1... 2... 3!
The exile rushed up and slammed against the wall. His body convulsed violently and his leg pulsed. He touched his thigh. It was wet. The defector looked at the smear on his hand. His vision was blurry and the man's eyes did not want to work, but his will was stronger than that of his vessel. His eyes focused and he staggered towards light, painfully moving towards it using a wall to prop himself. Blood, of course it would be blood... And that whimpering... He staggered through the doorway and fell on his knee, he walked through the propping guards occasionally having to grab them by the coat to hold himself up. He fell over a body. "Edward..." He looked at the faces of others, "Beschoune... Luovelle, Maxerne, Aisaya.". "Why would someone-The war is over-a treaty was signed! They will pay... All of them!" He went towards the sadness. The raver labored through the dark hue towards judgement.
A soul hugged an empty body. The asperser went towards the two figures. They stood in the center of an open ceiling altar, but not even the gods would bring one back. "What happened here?". The woman turned to him, eyes puffy, dark and raw. She held her breath. Then she screamed. "Hold on now! There's no need for that!", he steeped closer and her eyes widened. Kill her too. Too? Too. Too. Horror, twas him. He stopped and knew. "Whatever happened, whatever I may have done... You don't need to worry anymore!". Her eyes trembled and tears rolled. Such a lovely face defiled by wickedness, but she was not alone in her misery. Ruin her He trembled and his fist hurt from the amount of self hatred he clenched in it. Do it. "I don't want to hurt the innocent anymore, I never have- I don't want to hurt you! DO YOU UNDERSTAND!?". Hurt was in his voice and tears in his eyes. His vision was losing focus and his mind fogged, and blood continued to pour out of him, the time of this body was drawing soon and his soul. He walked towards her with a burden. Yes! DO IT NOW. He knelt and he grabbed her hands. "Forgive me. Please. I don't mean to cause pain". Liar. He hit the ground, not enough strength to even turn his head away from the scene down the hall, a hall of dead comrades. Friends lost not to enemies but to self convulsion and villainy.
The brain corroded.
»We still have our honor!
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