BEGGING FOR MERCY – PART 2
A scream echoed.
"Hey...Eli. Have you seen Z? he wandered off and it's been half an hour...I'm getting worried."
"He's fine. He knows how concerned we are for him. Trouble maker."
The rubble around them glowed dimly; slightly lighting up the misty dark. Stars began to peep out through the smoke and Ike stared vacantly into the sky.
'Marth... where are you?'
Eliwood trudged off grumbling quietly to himself.
'What a fart' Ike thought.
He sat down with his right leg propped up and placed his hands on his head. Ike exhaled deeply as he flung his head back to peer at the moon; his mind vaguely drifting off to dreamland. The icy air had somewhat of a bite to it as it came around and hit him; along with the ends of his head band. Ike sighed deeply again and removed his right hand glove revealing a bandage. Ike's eyes squinted and he ground his teeth hard.
'I hate you'.
He quickly slipped his glove back on as he heard footsteps. Ike drew his sword ready to face his fate.
"Ike! I found them!" The ginger waved his hands frantically clearing the dark. Ike could already see his flaming hair; no point in gesturing when you've got hair that bright!
Though his heart skipped a beat; all the emotions swelled inside of him building up and up, higher and higher! Until he could no longer bear the anxious waiting or suspenseful joy of seeing his significant other.
"IM COMIING!" Ike leaped from his sitting spot and dashed past Eliwood vacuously standing and his head following Ike's swift movement as if his nose were attached to Ike. He then shook his head then followed on.
Night approaches; a sleek raven silk flowing over the sky so majestic so mysterious almost outshining the moons overwhelming valour.
Standing hopelessly limp, a deep wave of melancholy washed over my delicate complexion; and eventually drowned my eyes as the tide began to overflow; it spread slowly across my cheeks; strand by strand the fine rivers and creeks came to an end and met the Ocean of Star.
His eyes however. Remained inanimate. A Blank stare; no glint of suppression, neither sparkle of joy nor tear.
My lip trembled slightly and a curtain of deep blue despondency shrouded my eyes from the image.
Aether had managed to slip from my flaccid fingers.
"Cold..." The flaming haired young man muttered impassively no other emotion occupied his skull except pure trauma.
Ike's knees increased in the violence of shaking before suddenly collapsing into the remains.
"There's nothing you could've done." Ike sharply inhaled, though this was no surprise, his eyes do not deceive, "they're gone," Eliwood hung his head in silence. Gulping deep breaths were not enough for Ike to grip his sanity.
Eliwood stood up slowly. Exhaling frailly he whispered "Lets go Ike," he began to trudge; stepping over the charred debris.
Ike remained inert.
"He's dead get over it!" Eliwood yelled impatiently.
"Shut your face!" Ike screamed back. He was startled at this; Ike had never yelled outside of battle.
"What's wrong with you!" Eliwood stormed over and pulled Ike's shoulder back aggressively.
Ike spun around brusquely holding his blade rigidly; the tip at Eliwood's thyroid.
"T-touch me again... and I-I'll rip your throat out," his face a sickly shade of white, Ike trembled madly and his eye lids flickered wildly. The strands of despair stained his cheeks like ink; a dark venomous ink.
His eyes were empty.