A/N: Story time! Okay randomness over... This is just a small piece of a story in the making, hope you enjoy it.

Overview: Defeat was not bitter nor was it sour... It was blood tinged with salted tears and marks that will never fade. When you are looking into the face that is yours, what will you see?


How can you not essentially hate someone?

"Not so mighty now are we 'queeny' ?"

You jeer and pest me and I cannot find it in my heart to hate you… No matter how hard you try to break me I only feel pity for you.

"What? Cat got your tongue?"

I can only gaze up into what used to be baby blue eyes, now darkened into pools of blacks. You bear no marks of our fight just moments ago; the only thing that gave way to you fighting was the battle ground underneath us.

"Hmpfh, too high and mighty to speak now?"

I spit out blood as the blow to my stomach causes it to concave on itself. My vision was blurry as I tried to stare upon you and figure out what made you into this… monster.

"…."

I cannot bear to look at you now; it pains me so much to know that I could not save you.

"What? Dying already?"

You mock me and my fragile state… I wish I was dead… Matter of fact, I already am… Though my body may not be gone, the spirit that once thrived to defeat you has fallen on its own blade. As I fade in and out of conscious, my question from earlier comes back to haunt me.

I cannot hate you for just any reason…

I cannot hate you because you are me…


A/N: And thats all folks! Watch out for the true story coming soon!