Editors note
Although I almost got to the point where I never wanted to hear the name Nicholas Tse again(aren't sisters are so much fun when it comes to celebrity crushes) the movies are so much fun I couldn't help coming up with something.
so here goes
Prologue
Blood.
There's too much of it. Rivers of crimson gliding, stealing…
No, no, NO. Not like this.
Hands, pale and clean, reached up to cover bruised and stained ones. Stained with the blood of innocence!
"Not your fault." The weak gasp almost crashing through carefully crafted walls. "Did your best…" Blood of innocence.
Not supposed to be like this. Should be the one lying there instead.
Clawing, fighting the flow. "You're gonna be Ok. It's Ok." Another lie. You know it.
You've been here before. It's too late, the battle is lost. You have lost.
No! I have not lost. Not yet. Not this time.
"Promise me." The plea is weaker now, distracting from the thief that is slowly stealing the life before you, drop by agonizing drop.
You gaze into those eyes, so young, so beautiful, so pure. The pain there is strong but nothing like the torture consuming its way through every molecule of your existence.
This is your fault. It's always your fault. You always bring the darkness. Now innocence suffers for your sins.
The hands tighten softly over your own. "Promise…" the whisper is a breath almost too far gone to be real. "Promise." Shaking fingers wipe at the red that accompanies this gasping cough.
The light is dimming. Soon it will leave you. In the dark. Where you belong.
"I…" gasps for air almost as weak as the other's. "I…promise."
Don't know what it means. Don't care. Just let the light stay a little longer. Maybe that tiny length with be what it needs to keep going.
Please.
Eyes close in gratitude, giving utterance to the tears that have lurked there, no more need to hold them back.
"No… please." Don't care that it comes as a whimper. Beyond caring now.
"It's Ok." Almost gone. Almost out of reach. That smile is almost enough to destroy you. Not yet. Have to keep fighting. If you don't there will be nothing left.
"I…"
The gasping rattle steals the rest. Whatever was to follow will never come.
You sit back; fall back. Oblivion rushes to take you but is held back at the last possible second. Its merciful nothingness is denied to you.
You don't deserve peace. You have brought this upon yourself. You were weak. Now you sit alone as the darkness glides along with unhurried glee to fold you in its depths.
And this time there is no light to stop it.