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The End of Days; Is this the end?
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Kazunari Apr 28 2012, 08:14 PM Post #1
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The pounding of blood in my ears.
The trickling heat of blood etching down my cheek.
The throbbing of a broke rib, pressing against my lung.
The heavy weight of the sword in my hand.

My blade met resistance, and then the almost unearthly sound of flesh slowly being sliced apart filled my ears as I pushed forward, eyes set on the man in front of me. There was a flash of... fear in his eyes. No, not fear. Determination.
My blade came free.
The cloaked man rushed at me, daggers drawn. I spun around and lashed out, but hit nothing but air as I felt two sharp pains in my back. I lashed out behind me with my elbow, as my attacker ducked back. A snap kick shattered his knee, and a punch to his throat quickly drowned out the shout of pain. He collapsed, gripping his throat with both hands as he tried to breathe.
I didn't have time to end his suffering. I was already moving, ducking and diving, as my blade lashed out and devoured any flesh it could reach. My back was alight with pain, and I was having trouble breathing, as the warm, crimson liquid flowed down over my leather armour.
I parried a strike, spinning around in time to block another blow, before lashing out in a simple lunge. My blade pierced through flesh and bone, and with a roar I charged forward. There were a few weak blows on my head and back from the unfortunate soul who was now my shield as I shunted his fellow warriors out of my path. As soon as my shield had outlived his usefulness, I pulled my blade free, spilling guts and blood onto the sand.

A scream behind me, before a massive rushing weight crashed into me. I heard unnatural sounds, and felt my body twist and turn in ways that shouldn't be possible. My blade was lost as darkness covered me, and I was trapped for what felt like years as pain overtook all my senses before I was spat out onto the scorching sand, bloody and broken. Something grabbed my hair and dragged me off, but compared to what my limbs felt like, it was nothing.
Everything was a blur, but I remember shapes, and fuzzy voices as I tried not to pass out. I knew if I did, I wouldn't wake up. I forced myself to stay focused on the here and now, stay focused on my Angel. Felt her hands on my chest, her lips to mine, her gentle laugh...

My head crashed against wood, and I was jolted back into reality – pain once again flooding my senses. I tried to push myself up, even just slightly, but all I did was succeed in finding out just how many bones I'd broken. The answer was far too many.
Some called out my name, and with great effort I turned to see. Green eyes met mine, amid a bruised face as the woman reached out to me, screaming. I saw a rifle lift into the air, before it smashed into the back of her head. I slowly reached my hand out towards her as she got back to her feet, a quick smile crossed her lips that was quickly replaced with fear and shock.
I was left trying to find out where my arm had gone, and why I only had a bloody stump left – I figured that out as a blade was slid back into it's sheathe.

I was lifted onto my knees, as someone walked around me. He was talking to the crowd, waving a dagger around, occasionally pointing at me. The green haired girl started screaming at him. He laughed, and I felt something cold against my throat. All the pain went away, all the sound stopped, and for a split second, the world stopped moving.

“Let's see how immortal your Demon of the Wasteland really is!”

There was a moment of cold realization as I felt the dagger cut into my throat. Blood quickly flowed down into my lungs as I gasped for breath. My body convulsed, as fear speared into every part of my consciousness, and my mind went into overdrive as the last few seconds of my life trickled away. There was a way out. There was always a way out. There had to be a way out... I can't die here.
But there wasn't a way out. No chakra, no scrolls, no-one around to save me. And with no music... there wasn't going to be another Season – I wasn't going to Loop.
Oh god. I was about to die. True Death. I promised Arisa I'd get home and I... I... can't break my promise. I never break my promises I...

Rage. My last feeling on this earth was rage, and the very final bit of training every shinobi is ever taught.
My hand freed the dagger hidden up my sleeve and I forced myself to spin around. The steel dug into the side of my executioner, as he screamed, clutching his side as I fell to the wood beneath me. Colour faded away, as the wood was slowly stained red... and my last thought was of you.


I'm sorry that I won't be coming home.
Edited by Kazunari, Apr 28 2012, 08:15 PM.
 
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