The Fallen
Interlude
By: Dark Draconain
Rated: PG - 13
Feedback: Is
a happy place
Disclaimer: David, etc, are not mine, but everyone
else is. Title courtesy of Blink-182.
Summery: Before he lived
death, life killed him.
Author's Note: Story was written in the
spring of 2004. AKA: it's old. Oh, and there are a whopping three
chapters to this story. Yay.
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The Fallen Interlude
Chapter One: A Sequel to the End
David lay splayed out across the cold wooden counter, antlers piercing his chest and red lights gleaming on his pale face. Just beyond he could hear murmuring voices; of happiness, of fear, of life. He felt no pain; just cold. He was numb. His body in shambles. It was temporary of course, and had he the will or the resolve he could easily have overcome the dead bone protruding unceremoniously from his bloodstained shirt.
But David had neither of these things. He had nothing, and nothing had him. And so he lay there, splayed out across the cold wooden counter, antlers piercing his chest and red lights gleaming on his pale face, wishing for the end. No end would come though. Only emptiness. A vast and bleak void so thick with silence it was suffocating.
He resigned himself to this fate of obsolete animosity, slowly slipping deeper and deeper into oblivion until at last there was only nonexistence, and even lost loves couldn't hurt him anymore.