Illusion


Notice: Happy little Dark/Suicidal piece. ^_^ You have been warned.

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I'm no better than one of them...

The bloody crimson shaded eyes stared across the desert wasteland from his perch on top of the mountain ridge. The light from the new and old moons seeming to be absorbed into the pools of darkness that were his eyes.

Metal Body... Wire and Oil... Gears and Chips...

His so-called friends slept soundly in their little campsite just behind around the corner, just out of sight, sheltered from the night, from the world. When they believed he was a human, when he believed he had been human they had been his 'friends'. But now, why did they stay with him, just a created version of the demons.

Demon... Human... an Illusion...

The wind picked up for a moment, ruffling his inky blue hair, and blowing the material that held the strands from his eyes back. Not the warm western wind, but the cold icy wind of the east. From the ancient lands of artaric, a Demon's wasteland, where he belonged.

Why did he never say... Why didn't he tell me...

How had he ever thought that he was human, looking at it now, he knew he looked like nothing human. Human's didn't have crimson eyes and blue hair, they couldn't use the forbidden ARMs. The people in Surf had been right, he didn't belong with the humans, he was a danger, a hazard

I'm a weapon... to be used... I shouldn't think... I'm an Illusion...

From up here the landscape stretched out below him. Beneath him was painful rock. Even demons wheren't immortal. Neither was he. The east wind, the oppersite to the west wind, westward was hope, but on this eastward facing ledge, the wind howled around him, the wind of despair, almost whispering to him, inviting him, telling him to take those steps forward.

Demon... Weapon... Metal... Forbidden... Step forward...

One step, two steps. He balanced finely on the edge of the ledge, eyes staring almost lifelessly at the horizon. Lifting his arms from his sides, spread out to his sides, it was like the only thing holding him to the ledge was the wind itself.

Step... Step... No one will miss a weapon... no one wants me... no one cares for me... All has been an Illusion...

His body seemed to slowly lean forward, like drifting into a slow dive, like that wind could carry him away. Like all that held him was invisable strings, snapping one by one.

"Rudy!" The wind seemed to merge with the voice, beckoning him, calling him, seducing him away from his perch towards infinity.

"Rudy!" The voice called again. Louder, Stronger, Female. He turned his head, not moving from his perch, to stare at the shivering, wide eyed, human girl, human princess. She didn't need the risk of having him around. If her people found out about him then what would they say about her, he was a danger to others and him.

"Rudy?! What are you trying to do?" She almost hollered over the howling of the wind.

She doesn't care for me... all she wants me for is as a weapon to help her cause... I don't have emotions.. I don't care... they're only Illusions...

"Oneechan, I'm sorry..." He whispered, the wind caring his words to her, as the last of those strings snapped and he leant forward almost as he meant to fly. Diving to the rock below.

Illusion no more...