White Canvas
Who am I?
The words tremble on his lips, frightening him with their destructive power. He felt as if he stood in a big open space, flushed white as a canvas waiting for a stroke of paint.
He shuddered. No, a canvas stained scarlet with blood.
All his life lay before him and yet, at the same time, all his life creeps upon him from behind.
Suspended, never moving, he stands lost in the abyss of his mind.
He knows nothing can be done to change things. His crimes and their screams make a home out of is soul, haunting him as punishment.
A killer.
Somebody or something that kills.
A nervous laugh escapes him.
Something, for sure.
A monster.
An ugly terrifying being.
Somewhere, something breaks. Something is always breaking and setting loose throughout the world. Something humans cannot hold back.
A feral rage. An animal instinct. Hate, anger and revenge.
It kept the earth spinning, off kilter, for all time.
What if time stopped, as his? What remains?
A child wanting no more than to do good. A child yearning for acceptance after being abandoned at an old, run-down pub.
He lets the tears swell up and flow, a strange cooling sensation tingles his skin.
"Maybe they'll love me if I do this, maybe they'll come back."
His body shakes and he drops to his knees. The scarlet stains remind him of his foolishness.
How could anyone love this thing he became?
"Roy?"
How could she…
Her arms wrapped around him, like walls of a fortress, like warm blankets.
How could she leave her own canvas to lose herself as he had in his? How could she give up everything just to suffer with him?
She gives never him an explanation. Never a hug, wave, or smile.
But he knows because he feels it too.
Like the two young brothers he has yet to meet, they are all they have.
"I'll follow you even into Hell if you ask me."
He isn't surprised. She already has.
The word that describes them is never spoken. The word he yearned for many years ago.
How is he finding it in a place like this?
In a world filled with noise, pain, death, murder…War.
He will not allow it.
Never again.
Brothers will no longer fight brothers. Not as long as he lives.
Two lights shine, breaking through the white and red splattered canvas opening up a new future. Two goals stand at the very end, one with celebration one with medals. Two supports hold him up, one he's always known one he never though he'd have. Two brothers shepherding him like a lamb down each path, one livid and challenging one soft and gently pushing.
A/N: This started out as just a character study of Roy and ended up pretty interesting! :D Please review! It would be helpful! :D