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It's over. All over.
I repeated this to myself over and over hoping it would come true. I couldn't help myself. I needed to see if they were still there. I opened my eyes and slowly raised my head.
They were everywhere. The purple light was so bright. I squinted. There's so many of them. There had to be at least fifty of the floating bouts of dark magic. I closed my eyes again. Destroying all of them would be impossible. I swallowed the knot that was beginning to form in my throat and slowly stood up. Just sitting here will get me no where.
The familiar feeling of wind swirling against my palms comforted me and I lifted the cold steel in my warm hands. I opened my eyes and aimed for the first purple bout of light I saw. Bam. I fired the gun and all movement stopped. Certainly they saw me now. I thought of the heavily armed monster imploding and bam. The explosion was soothing. I knew I could take them. What was I thinking? Slowly they all turned to me. I shot two at a time and thought of each of them exploding into bits of debris.
Bang.
Bang.
Bang.
I thought of myself as a lean, mean, killing machine. I didn't know what they were. I didn't know why there were here. But, I continued to destroy them just as I have been doing ever since I can remember.
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"Momma?" The eyes that used to be warm and comforting now were cold and rigid. I couldn't shake the cold stare my mother was giving me. When she spoke it was like soaking in an ice bath. "Oh Noel, nothing ever good comes from grieving, dear. Why are you still crying? Momma's not crying anymore. Maybe it's a good thing that Papa is gone. He's in a better place." The words were comforting but her tone was frightening. I sniffled and wiped the tears forming in my eyes. "Papa wouldn't want you to be sad, Noel. Don't cry." She moved slowly toward me. Her puffy eyes were fixated on me. She had been crying ever since the day Papa found out he was sick. She now grinned ear to ear. The smile was fake and even as a child I knew it. She wasn't herself. She stopped and stooped down to my level. "Now… die." My eyes nearly popped out my head when my mother's skin began peeling off of her body. In a matter of seconds a giant, armed, metal beast stood in front of me. Cold air began swirling in the center of my palm and cold steel now rested in my hands. Without thinking, I knew I had to kill it. I didn't know what I was doing but as soon as I lifted the guns I knew something was wrong with me. Where did they come from? I repeated my mother's last words and fired. "Now… die."
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I thought of those words as I fired. I whispered them over and over. "Die. Die. Die. Die." Stepping over bodies and killing these beasts has been my life. "Die. Die. Die." Thoughts of death reeled in my head. "One. Two. Three. Bang." They began retreating. I smiled the same ear-to-ear smile that my mother had smiled and the wind in my palms formed again. My weapons were gone so I put my hands in my pockets. I turned and began walking when I heard footsteps. My eyes shifted black and I searched for more black magic. A faint green glow was all I could find. Confused I summoned the cool air again and squinted. 4. 4 different green glows. I myself had 2 similar glows in both my hands and in my birthmarks. Something like me? Impossible… What were they? Was it even a 'what'? Maybe a who? I shifted my vision back to normal, attempting to spot the source of these green glows.
4 people in black cloaks. A girl about my age with long twin tails, another boy about my age with red hair and an eye patch, an old man with markings similar to a panda, and a boy with white hair like that of an old man appeared.
AN:
This. Is. My. FIRST. Fanfiction.
Aye, gimmie credit. I didn't mean to make it so short but I don't know if I should write more or….
I'unno. Neh. I find it's lame. I'll write more if I can make it less-lame.
I feel stupid for making a character and making my own story out of it but oh well.