I am officially insane. That is why this sucks so bad. So, if you think JorenXKel is gross, do not read on! Simple. Flames welcome.
Last Words
By Wasabikitty10
Every blow he had ever dealt out, every bruise, cut, and scrape. Each one inflicted back to him, laying his body to waste. It was hard to breathe, hard to move. His arms and legs were going numb, he couldn't take this much longer. Joren bit his tongue, as a sharp blade wound opened across his back. He was going to scream.
No! He couldn't make a sound. He would die instantly. Killed by the chamber, as so many others had been. He couldn't die, not after all the years of training! But no, not much point in continuing to resist. Death would almost be a pleasure at this point- no! What am I thinking? Tears leaked over his face as he bit his lips shut, blood filling his mouth.
He screamed.
Instantly, the pain was gone. He could breathe again. He was kneeling on the floor of the chamber, as if nothing had happened.
A face rose up, expressionless. The voice of the chamber echoed in his mind, and body, threataning to shake him to bits.
Any last words?
"What?" It didn't make any difference if he spoke now.
What gives you purpose, drives on your insignificant life? Come on now, say a name. Your steed? Sword? Beloved? Grandfather? Mother?
"Oh. Oh." He thought for a few moments. Then, he brushed a stray pale lock of hair out of his face, stood tall. A last, hopeless grin came across his face. "Kel."
In that moment, everywound returned at once, and he fell to the stony ground as dawn broke over the town. He died with the sweet taste of her name still on his lips. The chamber was again silent, and awaited the next young victim. All was as it was.
The Ende.
AN: So, did you die? No? Wow, you survived my writing! Congrats! Why don't you tell me how you did it? Just press that little blueish purple button.
-WK