Broken Mirrors and Blood Red Tears
By Gootan
Side notes:
Past Tense: ~blah~
"Damn you!!"
Forte came tearing into the small room he occupied in Dr Wily's fortress. He swore, tore his helmet off and threw it at the opposite wall in fit of rage. A crash sounded across the room followed by the tinkling of broken glass. His helmet hit the only mirror on the wall, shattering it into a thousand sparkling pieces, each seeming to reflect his soul. Pain, Anger, Sadness, Death. All different aspects and views.
Forte thew a disgusted look in the direction of the broken mirror and flopped down on to the old bed in the middle of the room. He raked his hand through his chin length blond hair, trying to push it out of his eyes, without success. Aggravated, Forte proceeded to make a new hole in the metallic wall near the head of his bed.
"Dammit!! I hate you! I HATE YOU!! I'LL KILL YOU!!" Forte started pounding the poor wall, each blow creating a metallic ring that echoed through out the room. He stopped only when the circulatory fluid was flowing freely from deep gashes in his hands and arms. Forte stared at his bloody hands in surprise. He had seen blood on his hands many times but never his own. Always someone else's. Forte buried his face in his hands, the blood staining his ash blond hair and pale complexion.
"I'll kill you…"
Forte knew the anger was only as cover for what lay beneath. It hurt. What Rock had said cut into him deeper than any plasma wound had or could. Gospel poked his head in, sensing his master's anguish. He padded over to the side of his master's bed and nuzzled his leg gently. Forte lifted his head slightly and looked into his faithful companion's eyes. Gospel whined softly.
"Gospel," Forte whispered, "Why did he say those things? And why does it hurt so badly? Why…?"
With the anger gone, Forte got on his knees and put his arms around Gospel's neck.
"Do you know why, Gospel?" A single tear of blood fell on to gospel's metallic body. "Can you tell me…" More tears slid silently down Forte's cheeks, dyed red from the synthetic blood smeared across his face. "…why I love him?" Small sobs escaped Forte as he climbed back onto the bed and curled up around a small pillow.
~ "Forte!!" Rock shouted, "Stop it now!!" ~
"I couldn't stop it, Rock… I tried…" Forte whispered into the pillow. "The program wouldn't let me…"
~ "Forte, you heartless bastard!!" The little blue robot screamed as he fired plasma shots at Forte. "You can't love anything, can you?! All you know how to do is kill, don't you?!" ~
"I can do more, Rock. I'm not heartless. " Forte began sobbing again. "I… I'm…"
~ Rock leaned over Forte as he lay in the rubble of a ruined building. There were tears in those large blue eyes, but Forte couldn't tell if they were from anger or otherwise.
"Forte, you… I hate you more than anything…" He whispered. ~
"I'm sorry…"
*End*
By Gootan
Side notes:
Past Tense: ~blah~
"Damn you!!"
Forte came tearing into the small room he occupied in Dr Wily's fortress. He swore, tore his helmet off and threw it at the opposite wall in fit of rage. A crash sounded across the room followed by the tinkling of broken glass. His helmet hit the only mirror on the wall, shattering it into a thousand sparkling pieces, each seeming to reflect his soul. Pain, Anger, Sadness, Death. All different aspects and views.
Forte thew a disgusted look in the direction of the broken mirror and flopped down on to the old bed in the middle of the room. He raked his hand through his chin length blond hair, trying to push it out of his eyes, without success. Aggravated, Forte proceeded to make a new hole in the metallic wall near the head of his bed.
"Dammit!! I hate you! I HATE YOU!! I'LL KILL YOU!!" Forte started pounding the poor wall, each blow creating a metallic ring that echoed through out the room. He stopped only when the circulatory fluid was flowing freely from deep gashes in his hands and arms. Forte stared at his bloody hands in surprise. He had seen blood on his hands many times but never his own. Always someone else's. Forte buried his face in his hands, the blood staining his ash blond hair and pale complexion.
"I'll kill you…"
Forte knew the anger was only as cover for what lay beneath. It hurt. What Rock had said cut into him deeper than any plasma wound had or could. Gospel poked his head in, sensing his master's anguish. He padded over to the side of his master's bed and nuzzled his leg gently. Forte lifted his head slightly and looked into his faithful companion's eyes. Gospel whined softly.
"Gospel," Forte whispered, "Why did he say those things? And why does it hurt so badly? Why…?"
With the anger gone, Forte got on his knees and put his arms around Gospel's neck.
"Do you know why, Gospel?" A single tear of blood fell on to gospel's metallic body. "Can you tell me…" More tears slid silently down Forte's cheeks, dyed red from the synthetic blood smeared across his face. "…why I love him?" Small sobs escaped Forte as he climbed back onto the bed and curled up around a small pillow.
~ "Forte!!" Rock shouted, "Stop it now!!" ~
"I couldn't stop it, Rock… I tried…" Forte whispered into the pillow. "The program wouldn't let me…"
~ "Forte, you heartless bastard!!" The little blue robot screamed as he fired plasma shots at Forte. "You can't love anything, can you?! All you know how to do is kill, don't you?!" ~
"I can do more, Rock. I'm not heartless. " Forte began sobbing again. "I… I'm…"
~ Rock leaned over Forte as he lay in the rubble of a ruined building. There were tears in those large blue eyes, but Forte couldn't tell if they were from anger or otherwise.
"Forte, you… I hate you more than anything…" He whispered. ~
"I'm sorry…"
*End*