A Tree in a Storm
By: Anagram
(A/N: Wheee. My first fic)
Blood.
Blood everywhere. Blood on my muzzle, blood on the corpses of Hork-Bajir that I had killed. Blood flooding my eyes. My nose. My gasping mouth.
Blood coating my senses, sending me into oblivion.
I felt myself slipping away. The yells, growls and howls dwindling. The sight of of wounded Hork-Bajir stumbling to the ground faded away. All the paint falling away as I floated off, leaving my broken body behind.
I thought of Jake. Jake, who sent us all into this battle. The battle that was a Hell-hole of cries, pleads, and growls.
And blood.
In my mind's eye, I looked into Jake's eyes. Those deep, caring eyes, so full of pain and trust mixed around until you couldn't tell one from the other. Pain. Trust. Pain. More trust.
I cared for Jake. I knew him. I saw his mind working. All his decisions. His inner conflicts.
Jake must have gone through a lot. More than we all think. He has to make all the choices for us. He holds us together. I rely on Jake. We all do. He's like a tall, firm tree in a storm, and we're all sparrows clinging to the branches. But even trees break.
And this sparrow was blown away in the storm.
Pain was returning. Blood was returning. The screams of battle. The growls now roars and moans of pain.
I howled softly. My limbs were becoming numb. I knew it wouldn't be long.
Then time stopped.
And he appeared.
The Ellimist.
He was in the body of an old man, with a calm, soft blue glow radiating from his body. A look of kindness in his eyes.
YOU WILL HAVE A SECOND CHANCE.
***
Jake was curled on his bed, his tired body wracked with sobs. He was sad, depressed, upset, angry, and more emotions, all at the same time.
Fists clenched, he shouted at the ceiling, but there was nobody to hear him. The house was empty.
"Why? Why her? WHY?"
He broke down again, tears spilling from his eyes. He wrenched the pillow around in his hands, as if trying to squeeze the life out of it.
"Jake?"
His tearstained face looked up. He dropped the pillow on the floor. Pain was replaced by love and amazement.
The sparrow had found the tree again.
***
(A/N: Okay, that was a weird fic. It was violent, it was sappy, and it was totally screwed. That's what happens if you listen to M2M in the middle of the night and have an urge to write.. Anyway, reviews in the little box below are a good thing.)
By: Anagram
(A/N: Wheee. My first fic)
Blood.
Blood everywhere. Blood on my muzzle, blood on the corpses of Hork-Bajir that I had killed. Blood flooding my eyes. My nose. My gasping mouth.
Blood coating my senses, sending me into oblivion.
I felt myself slipping away. The yells, growls and howls dwindling. The sight of of wounded Hork-Bajir stumbling to the ground faded away. All the paint falling away as I floated off, leaving my broken body behind.
I thought of Jake. Jake, who sent us all into this battle. The battle that was a Hell-hole of cries, pleads, and growls.
And blood.
In my mind's eye, I looked into Jake's eyes. Those deep, caring eyes, so full of pain and trust mixed around until you couldn't tell one from the other. Pain. Trust. Pain. More trust.
I cared for Jake. I knew him. I saw his mind working. All his decisions. His inner conflicts.
Jake must have gone through a lot. More than we all think. He has to make all the choices for us. He holds us together. I rely on Jake. We all do. He's like a tall, firm tree in a storm, and we're all sparrows clinging to the branches. But even trees break.
And this sparrow was blown away in the storm.
Pain was returning. Blood was returning. The screams of battle. The growls now roars and moans of pain.
I howled softly. My limbs were becoming numb. I knew it wouldn't be long.
Then time stopped.
And he appeared.
The Ellimist.
He was in the body of an old man, with a calm, soft blue glow radiating from his body. A look of kindness in his eyes.
YOU WILL HAVE A SECOND CHANCE.
***
Jake was curled on his bed, his tired body wracked with sobs. He was sad, depressed, upset, angry, and more emotions, all at the same time.
Fists clenched, he shouted at the ceiling, but there was nobody to hear him. The house was empty.
"Why? Why her? WHY?"
He broke down again, tears spilling from his eyes. He wrenched the pillow around in his hands, as if trying to squeeze the life out of it.
"Jake?"
His tearstained face looked up. He dropped the pillow on the floor. Pain was replaced by love and amazement.
The sparrow had found the tree again.
***
(A/N: Okay, that was a weird fic. It was violent, it was sappy, and it was totally screwed. That's what happens if you listen to M2M in the middle of the night and have an urge to write.. Anyway, reviews in the little box below are a good thing.)