He looked in pittance to the destruction and mayhem around him. Thick, coppery beads ran the length of his covered arms, pooling at the tips of his gloves.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
He paid no attention to the wounds bleeding sluggishly from his shoulders, wounds he didn't remember receiving. He did it. He finally did it.
He never wanted this. Never wanted the responsibility. Never needed it.
But he did need a reason to go on. He had needed a reason to just go on, a reason for life. And it came to him on silver platter, ripe for the picking.
He, along with his brothers, was going to restore this pitiful world. This dying world, this excuse for a planet. But they would restore it for them, to then punish those who wronged.
Revenge; such a sweet deal. He would punish those who tried to stop him and his brothers from accomplishing their goals. It begun with the prone figure lying in a blossoming pool of red behind him, and would end with them.
The prone figure twitched, not so prone, and a hand tightened around the sword in it's grasp. Even so, it couldn't move, couldn't fight back. Blonde hair drenched red dripped as his head slowly raised, not to quick as most of his blood was no in his body, instead flourished around him.
"Don't bother, you'll die soon anyway."
He did not look away from the destruction he caused, the beautiful burning city. He had what he needed, so the city could burn for all he cared. But this man, this hero, couldn't seem to accept that. He proved it by somehow managing to get to his knees, but no further.
"Yeah… I think I will. But tell me. Why? Why was this so important?"
He could have answered mockingly, could have smirked and blown it off, could have lied. But no, he answered as seriously as his age could permit.
"The importance… was conversely that: not important. It may have held an importance before, but not anymore. Now… now it is more of a… necessity. Our reason to keep living."
He paused, thinking too deeply, then grinned, admitting his youth, his lack of years.
"That and it was a helluva lot of fun."
The fallen warrior slumped, death finally overcoming him, as explosions continued to rock the city. The youth's smile fled, leaving grim satisfaction in its wake.
"I am sorry… brother. If only…"
He moved suddenly then, threw himself off the building, leaving not even the tear he refused to let fall.
He landed with catlike grace at the bottom of the twenty-story building. With new determination, he walked purposefully to his motorbike and revved the engine.
He must go meet with his subordinates, his brothers, and make plans. They got what they were looking for, but it no longer held the answers. It wasn't able to give them new hope, not like they were hoping. Quite the contrary, it fled the boy with despair. After all it took to find it, this treasure, it wasn't an answer to their problems.
If he had known the feeling would come, after so much heartbreak already, he would have not bothered.
But what was, was, and what will be, will be.
And it wasn't as if they were really alone anymore.
-Fin-