I see the boy leaning over the broken body and his small frame
is shaking.
He holds it as if it were his life, I realize. And he doesn't even
know who he's clinging to anymore.
But I can't wait any longer. Soon the body lying on the ground
will be me and I have to get all done before that happens. But
looking at the sobbing form in front of me, I can't seem to get
myself to burden him with problems that he won't be able to
bear. The sands of time are running low. I already feel the
shadows waiting in the dark for a moment of carelessness.
I hear them laughing and teasing and their growing power is
scaring me just as much as my weakening strength does.
It has to be done.
He's the one that has to follow my line. He's the only one, that
might be able to live - at least a while.
Poor boy, holding this sad destiny in your hands, just like you
hold this body in them right now.
I stand up and walk towards the trembling child. His head snaps
and he looks in my direction. I feel the panic in his movement.
His senses must have sharpened, because I made no sound.
I learned to walk silently during all this years.
I hear a muffled sound but it's too much of a whisper for me to
hear. "What did you say?" I ask softly. And when he answers
I feel my heart crack a little. Just like his will crack more and
more over the years. "Don't be afraid. I won't harm you." What a
pitiful liar I am. And now for the first time I look directly into his
eyes. And they are white.
And dead.
The boy is blind.
The word rings in my ears. Over and over.
Oh dear Lord God through all the pain and grief he's going to suffer
there's actually one gift that I am able to give him on his way.
"What's your name, boy?" My voice is hoarsely, my throat sore.
I don't want to die. I just learned the truth. I don't want all of them to
die. But there's no turning back anymore.
"Trunks" he whispers.
Trunks. It fits him well. Keep your name and set your hope in it.
A wave of nausea washes over me and I think I'm going to vomit.
"Do.... never ... trust" No time! No time!
My hand begins to tremble and the taste of blood fills my senses.
Concentrate!
I raise my shaking hand and touch his forehead. He's freezing.
The voices increase.
More! More! Gore!
I know I'm scaring him, but he has to...
has to...
realize.
And then I feel my life slowly fading away. And I only hope he understood.
And that he may - live.
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Rain wash away the blood on my hands. Purify my whole self...
and make me forget.
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is shaking.
He holds it as if it were his life, I realize. And he doesn't even
know who he's clinging to anymore.
But I can't wait any longer. Soon the body lying on the ground
will be me and I have to get all done before that happens. But
looking at the sobbing form in front of me, I can't seem to get
myself to burden him with problems that he won't be able to
bear. The sands of time are running low. I already feel the
shadows waiting in the dark for a moment of carelessness.
I hear them laughing and teasing and their growing power is
scaring me just as much as my weakening strength does.
It has to be done.
He's the one that has to follow my line. He's the only one, that
might be able to live - at least a while.
Poor boy, holding this sad destiny in your hands, just like you
hold this body in them right now.
I stand up and walk towards the trembling child. His head snaps
and he looks in my direction. I feel the panic in his movement.
His senses must have sharpened, because I made no sound.
I learned to walk silently during all this years.
I hear a muffled sound but it's too much of a whisper for me to
hear. "What did you say?" I ask softly. And when he answers
I feel my heart crack a little. Just like his will crack more and
more over the years. "Don't be afraid. I won't harm you." What a
pitiful liar I am. And now for the first time I look directly into his
eyes. And they are white.
And dead.
The boy is blind.
The word rings in my ears. Over and over.
Oh dear Lord God through all the pain and grief he's going to suffer
there's actually one gift that I am able to give him on his way.
"What's your name, boy?" My voice is hoarsely, my throat sore.
I don't want to die. I just learned the truth. I don't want all of them to
die. But there's no turning back anymore.
"Trunks" he whispers.
Trunks. It fits him well. Keep your name and set your hope in it.
A wave of nausea washes over me and I think I'm going to vomit.
"Do.... never ... trust" No time! No time!
My hand begins to tremble and the taste of blood fills my senses.
Concentrate!
I raise my shaking hand and touch his forehead. He's freezing.
The voices increase.
More! More! Gore!
I know I'm scaring him, but he has to...
has to...
realize.
And then I feel my life slowly fading away. And I only hope he understood.
And that he may - live.
_____________________________________________________
Rain wash away the blood on my hands. Purify my whole self...
and make me forget.
_____________________________________________________