Pleas to the Darkness
by Kaiyo no Hime
I own no part of Halo, or the Halo Universe.
Just a little sting, they had said. No pain, they had promised. Helping the world, they had sworn. Saving the human race, they had vowed.
They were right.
They were wrong.
They were cruel.
Most of all more than anything else, they were cruel. Biting, snapping, dirty, cruel monsters.
Creatures of myth and fantasy, haunting childhood stories I had long forgotten.
I remember the fire as it burned through my veins and scorched my mind, letting the ashes rise and settle in their screaming machines. They had promised I wouldn't feel anything else anymore, but they had lied. Again.
Even in the cool vastness of the ship I could feel the fire licking at the edges, screaming to get in. The cold of space suppressed nothing. Fire burns a cold blue as easily as a hot red.
But it was not those thoughts, those horrendous nightmares, that were the worst. No, those screaming day mares were easily drowned out once the ship set sail to do vicious battle.
That dark void drove them mad in a violent sleep. A metal coffin; the dark boat sailing across that dark river. And only the hell fire from demon spawn scored across the shadowy nightmares.
I screamed my apologies, wept over every shed drop of blood, tore hair and wailed over every death. They were my people, my family, my crew. And we were all of doomed.
No, I voiced silently, please don't, I begged. No more, no more. Drag us back home to missed loved ones and blue skies. Let this death end, let them send other to give their precious lived in this cruel war. But not my crew, kill not my crew!
Save the human race, ensure a future for those that would come after. Brave soldiers, highest honors, died valiantly. The words on all the letters sent to crying relatives rang hollow.
And I watched it all, approving of every action, executing every maneuver, doing my all. Killing my crew, smearing their shed blood across my hands and wiping it across my eyes; I was blind for their blood, I as deaf for their screams, I was dumb for their pleas.
Through all of it I was tortured. The fire burned, the scientists spoke, and my crew died.
Now, as the end comes, I can only hope and pray. Pray to those dark, endless gods that ignored me through all my life, ignored my crew, ignored an entire race. Plead with them that the blood that coats the ship is paint for their sacred alters, the bodies floating a famed feast.
Souls a noble sacrifice and steep payment; tribute.
Please, oh you dark and worshiped gods, let this all end. Let the fires of war be quenched, the bloody rivers run dry, the screams silence. Let there be a final end to this tortured suffering.
From fire was I created, and unto fire was I returned. There was nothing to be felt as I carried out my last orders from a dead captain; full ramming speed. Drag them to that tortured hell with us.
But the fires could not burn away that dying plea.
Please.
Make it stop.
Let it all end.
Just a small ditty written while between classes. As always, reviews are welcome.