This is a preview of a series I'm thinking of writing. If you like it, then I'll update. If not, see ya later story! I hope you like it. I need reviews. Kay? If you listen to Creed's song 'My Sacrifice' while reading this, it helps. I think maybe if I choose to continue, I'll use this song somewhere along the line. That's what the story is called for now.

(A/N on 3/26/02: changed title.)

~Blazer~

Decadence

He shouldn't have to make this choice. This choice that no one should ever have to make. He stared at the darkness in front of his eyes, locking his eyes on the ground. He couldn't tell what was happening. He heard a murmur behind him and the mechanical sound that the droids made as they looked about, their heads a bobbling motion in his eyes.

He wanted to scream. No one should have to make a choice just as this. No one should be faced with a torture such as this one. And that's what it was: a torture. To decide between the person that he loved and his own life. For if he chose to sacrifice himself, to surrender to the evil being that held the person he loved, then his soul would surely die.

He blinked and shook his head slowly. He knew that he would to give himself up. He had to. The being wouldn't kill him, not really. Just destroy his spirit, whereas if he chose to leave, then the other would be killed, as in he would no longer breathe.

But what is death, really? Is it not breathing, your heart being stopped, or is it when you no longer have a reason to live, a reason to open your eyes to a new dawn and to a new day? Is that death? Is death really just your own heart having no will to work? Is death wasting away? Who ever said that death was when your heart stops beating, when your brain no longer can think?

He deactivated the blade of blue that hummed in his hand. Someone shouted at him to stop. Someone shouted at him to run, to get away. The voice shouted and shouted at him, begging him to save himself, begged him to think of only himself. He continued to shake his head.

"I forbid you!" shouted the voice.

He didn't care. He couldn't allow that evil being to kill him.

"So what do you choose?" said a new voice.

He bit his lip, than raised his head.

"Release him. I chose."