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|SUIKO EMO FIC; OH MY GOD IT'S SO OOC|
|Topic Started: Dec 2 2006, 11:13 PM (712 Views)|
|Trippy Skippin Tomato||Dec 2 2006, 11:13 PM Post #1|
TOTALLY SEXY GAMER DEMON GOLFER
MASSIVE SPOILERS FOR SUIKODEN 1 SO IF YOU EVER THINK YOU MIGHT BE ABLE TO PLAY IT DON'T READ.
This isn't my fic idea. I read a similar fic on FF.net about 6-7 years ago, and it was so hilariously bad and non-canon that I found it to be the best thing ever. Since then, I've been searching high and low for the fic, but I could never find it, it apparently has been lost to FF.net's cleaners. Anyway, I decided to try my hand at recreating the fic, but better, and more awesome. Kinda like the Six million dollar man, but if he had been Inspector Gadget. So without further ado...
A Midnight Walk
Iím laying in bed, staring at the blank stone ceiling of my room. I feel so hot I canít sleep. Itís just too damn hot in this room. I threw my covers and bedclothes onto the floor hours ago, but Iím still sweating. The window is open, and I can feel the sea breeze from outside drifting over my naked body, but I still donít feel any cooler. I feel like I might be running a fever, but I know thatís not the case. I know it because my right hand hurts. Itís not a sharp pain; itís more of a dull throbbing, like my bones are growing too big for my fingers.
I lift my arm up into the air overhead, and stare at the back of my hand to see the Souleater glowing ominously. The hideous black robed figure that makes up the body of the rune is lit up all around with a dull light like some kind of angel of mercy or something. Ha! What a fucking joke. I knows what it wants, and I know I canít do anything to stop it. This isnít the first time itís done this, of course. Once on that night before the raid on the Liberation army Headquarters that claimed the life of Odessa. And once again, as we were preparing to enter Soniere Prison to evacuate Dr. Luikan. Gremio had died then.
My mind spins with the obvious conclusions these facts bring to mind. Someone is going to die. Iím riding into battle tomorrow against Teo McDohl, feared General of the Scarlet Moon Empire. Against father. This damned rune is going to try to take him from me. It hurts enough, knowing I have to fight against my father in this damned war. But knowing that Iím going to be the one to take his life? Even if itís not me who swings the axe that takes his head, itíll be because of me that he dies, my presence, my love for him. My mind is reeling from the thought. My love for my own father will be the thing that kills him.
That has to be it. Itís the only logical conclusion. Maybe itís my sleep deprivation talking to me, but itís unlikely; the facts are all there. I grew to love Odessaís ideals, I grew close to her, and she died. Gremio, whoís cooked stew for me since before I can remember, whoís watched over me and raised me since my mother died after giving birth. They both died. They both died because of me. Because they knew me. Because they loved me, and I loved them.
Itís far too much to bear.
I guess Iím not alone. Iíve got a castle with some fifty-odd followers built all around me. Pahnís still here, and so is Cleo. Flik, Viktor, Sanchez, and Humphrey are all here supporting me. But theyíre not really ďfriendsĒ in the strictest sense. Pahn and Cleo are like my brother and sister, but we were never really that close. Viktor and the others are only here because of Odessa and her will that I be the new leader of the Liberation Army. Our friendship isnít really love, in any sense. And I canít let them in any closer. I donít want them to die. It feels terrible, having to keep them all at arms length; Iím scared Iím coming off as cold and heartless to the troops. Mathieu says otherwise, that the troops understand my burden, but I know that thereís no way they can.
The pain is growing worse. It never hurt this much before. The ache is creeping down my arm and I can see my upper arm twitching in the moonlight. The little veins just under the skin are starting to show, and itís really starting to hurt. Fuck, I need to get up and walk around. Try and get my mind off this pain.
I pull myself up from the mattress and pad across the stone floor to the large wooden door leading to the outer hall. Iím so delirious from exhaustion and pain that I donít even bother to throw any clothes on, I need to get out of this confining room and get some air. Pushing the door open, I stumble out into the hallway and creep along the silent halls and into the stairwell. I make it down the first flight of stairs to the landing, but suddenly I feel weak in the knees. The blood is rushing to my head...my arm is throbbing...my head is throbbing. My legs buckle out from beneath me, and I collapse to the ground.
My breath. Itís...getting short. Itís hard to breathe. The pain in my arm is almost unbearable. I can see the veins all up my arm at this point. The moonlight from the window nearby is illuminating it like some kind of sideshow. My arm is throbbing, my veins look like theyíre about to pop.
The light from the window.
Gotta stop this pain.
I know itís going to hurt but at this point I donít care anymore. The pain from my arm, from this damned rune, is too much. I canít will it away, I canít ignore it anymore, so Iíll out-pain it. Iíll stop the pain by causing my own. I push myself onto my hands and knees, gritting my teeth. Only a few moments, itíll be done. Itíll hurt, but it wonít be this. I stand up, but the pain is making me dizzy. I stumble to the wall, trying desperately to hold myself up. I reach up with my left hand, and grab the window sill. The window, Iíve just got to get to the window. Slowly, I pull myself up with my good arm. God, the pain is stunning at this point. With strength I donít know of, I raise my right hand and punch through the stained glass window.
The rain of blades is almost comforting as I fall back to the ground.
My whole arm is cut up now. My leg too, and my stomach. Some of the shards sprayed back and hit me. I never knew they were so sharp. The pain is inviting. Itís less than before, but the release of the blood is almost comforting. My right arm isnít hurting quite so much. I feel around with my left hand, and I find a fairly large shard of glass. I wrap my fingers around it, I clench it in my fist and hold it up over myself. In the moonlight, I can see the glass digging into my hand, and I can see the crimson blood shining and dripping down onto my stomach. I hold up my right hand, all the cuts oozing blood. I see the outline of the rune, still glowing.
ďSo, fucker. Still feeling powerful? Think youíre so great? Here, let me show the world how happy you are.Ē
I reach across with my left, and carve a deep smile into the face of the rune. The blood oozes out and runs down my arm. The runeís glow fades. Guess heís not so happy now that he has a smile to wear.
I hear footsteps. Someoneís running down the stairs. Not that I need help. Nope, no help at all. I fixed the problem, I feel better than ever. Iím all ok now.
ďHoly shit! Young Master, are you ok? What the fuck did you do? Someone, anyone! Luikan! Mathieu! Someone? Help!Ē
I never felt the pain again, after that night.
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