Disclaimer: I do not own the characters or game; just the setting and scenario.
Note: Bah, I have a midterm tomorrow, projects piling up, and nary a break in sight. Eh, might as well spend my studying time writing (and publishing) a fic for the first time in a year. =/
Song(s): Halci/on+on+on by PURE-POLLUTION, from the album With Tears In Your Eyes…a sequel to White Embrace; and going/on+on+on by PURE-POLLUTION, from the album dAncing under the scarlet moon. (Please don't try to read all that aloud, you'll hurt yourself)
The songs were played at half speed and down an octave (for dramatic effect of course) thanks to VLC Media player.
Heartbeat
As he fell to the earth, his mind flickered frantically. The enemy horsemen were overrunning the camp, though the screams of his dying comrades were all but muffled to his ears. In his eyes he dimly saw figures running.
They were running from the enemy, to the hills, to any semblance of safety; though there was none to be found. He tried to crawl but even that was beyond the physical ability of his body now, his green cloak trampled, torn, and stained with the color of mud and blood.
Tents alight with fire danced slowly to a dull beat he could swear was a drumbeat, if his lips were not wet with blood he would swear.
And damn how he would swear, even St. Elimine would run red from ear to ear. He weakly grinned at his own joke.
The feral figures of the enemy mixed with the shadows of the fires as they dragged women to stain and shame. The men they were either run through or dragged behind their horses. He tried not to imagine the 'or worse' scenarios.
Friends were cut down before his eyes, as they too slowly dimmed, the dull screaming joining that incessant drumbeat.
It was only in his last moments of conscious thought that he realized where the drums were.
"Heart…beat…"he muttered almost incredulously. The slowing beat of the drums were almost comforting, for he would soon be taken away from this hell. Maybe to a better place.
Hah, I'm being too optimistic.
Even nothingness looked like Heaven now.
Damn. A shallow cough that shook his entire frame cut off his sentence.
Damn. A deep spear thrust cut off his faint connection to life.
Damn.
Hope you all enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it: which wasn't much.
Kidding. (no seriously, I'm supposed to be studying. SOMEONE SAVE ME)
Yes, Halci/on+on+on is a remix of Fires of Hokkai by ZUN, from the game Undefined Fantastic Object; (For all those in the Touhou know-how)
Feedback/reviews always appreciated.