Strangers
Preview: ice, cold, death, akatsuki
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It's cold here. In this white wasteland. That's what they call it. A wasteland. The wind here blows, clawing at you with talons of ice and death. Only the strong survive here. That's what they say. I'm not strong. Yet I survive. I don't call it a wasteland. I call it a wonderland. The deathly cold will take your life if you tempt it. That fact doesn't bother me as I sit here on this frozen lake. I'm fishing. For food and life. The ice beneath me creaks. Someone else is here. I look up and out of my snow goggles. I see them. They are easy to spot. They don't wear furs as I do. They wear black, billowing cloaks that catch in the wind. There are red clouds on them. Pretty. They approach me. I can't see their faces. They are hidden by the paper curtains on their straw hats. That's okay. I know how they are now...strangers
One of the strangers steps forward. He asks where the village hidden in the ice is. His voice is pleasing, strong and sharp like the howling wind. I smile at him, though he can't see it. I tell them to please wait a while and I will take them. the strangers seem satisfied. I don't catch any fish. I pull up my hook and ask them to follow me. they do as I ask. We reach the village in a good few minutes. I take them to the elders. I wait outside. I hear nothing that is said. Except for one word: Akatsuki. One of the elders scream, then there is silence in the room. Several of the villages warriors run in. There is a lot of noise. But, I know I'm not allowed inside. The strangers run out. Their cloaks trail behind them.
Blood stains the white snow a deep crimson. The The strangers are standing in the middle of the mess of corpses. I am hiding beneath the snow. The strangers look over at me. I know it is no use hiding. I show myself. One stranger approaches me. He asks if I want to kill them, if I hate them. I laugh. I ask why I should I hate them. They have simply slaughtered the village, I tell them. Anything could have done it. Them, ice, wind, white bears, wolves,sea. Anything. I can feel their eyes on me as I continue. They were born in the ice..., I look around me,...They are simply returning to the ice. I smile as I walk away from them. You will die, one of them says. I turn. Perhaps, I say,...Perhaps. I watch as they walk away. Until they disappear. Leaving me. In a wonderland of blood stained ice.
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--A.N.-- I completed this on January 24, 2008 on paper. i am proud that i have no dialog, it was very difficult. hope you enjoyed.