Prologue
ShadowCat: Huh. I had almost forgotten about this one. And I thought that I'd work on the other story first. The one I haven't started yet but probably will have by the time you read this. Eh, whatever. Let's get rolling!
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the things that aren't mine.
It's all my fault. Every bit of it. Maybe, just maybe, if I had stayed out of his way, everything would have been okay. If I had stayed out of his way, things would never have taken this road. I've always read about people regretting things they've done, really regretting to the edge of taking their own life. I've always thought that that was over the top, dramatic. I still do. I'm not going to take my own life, not yet. Even if there's no way to fix this. I can't do it, which makes me feel cowardly. And even worse, I just know that I wouldn't have done the same thing for him. Dying, that is. I was partial then, complete later, confused but complete about three days after that. And now…now I'm just…I don't know what I am. Part of me died with him. Part of my soul bled out with his crimson life force. I
(killed him)
let him fall, let the tower of his life be overtaken by Her. By death. His blood, his
(strawberry, raspberry, blackberry)
deep red blood was his sacrifice, his last gift to me.
"I wish I had never met you." I whispered, my eyes closing. I felt warm heat from my bag, warm blood? Not blood. Different. Embers, fire, hearth. Yet not. Different. Since it was cold as well. Hands of death? No hands. I don't know. Confused, clearing, going. Never before have I felt this. This paralyzing sensation of time being turned back.
I dunno about you, but I actually kind of like this. Everything will be clear in time. MUAHAHAHAHAHA-
Okay, I'm done! The italicized parenthesis idea actually belongs to the Master of the Macabre himself, Steven King. So I don't own that either. Chapter 1 coming soon!
