Bleh, don't ask me what inspired this pile of crap. 'Tisn't very good but I wrote it on my dad's laptop and I can't keep it on here so to it goes!
Disclaimer: Nope, I don't own anything, 'cept these words…
The pale blue light emitted by the crystal seeped slowly throughout the cavern, throwing a pale glow over the near white skin of the man before her. She watched through barely opened eyes, taking careful stock of his tall lithe frame hidden beneath the folds of black leather and that strange red cloak, her eyes pausing on the cruel golden claw that gauntleted one arm. Sliding her gaze away from the cold metal with an indistinguishable wince of memory she allowed herself to stare for the first time at his face. Slender, almost feminine features framed by messy black hair, a dark red bandana the only thing keeping the long strands from falling into his startling crimson eyes.
Those eyes….a sigh of sorrow and pain escaped her as she stared into the distant gaze of the twin red orbs. Such desolate emptiness filled them, such utter bleakness and repentant misery…Desperately she tried to convince herself the pain she saw their was just a trick of the light, just a figment of her imagination. To no avail. She could see it all. Could see how dead he was inside. And she knew that she was the one who killed him. Black sorrow wound itself up inside her and a strangled whisper slipped out into the cold air as she thought of all she'd done to this undeserving man,
"I'm sorry…"
The pale blue light emitted by the crystal seeped slowly throughout the caver, throwing a pale glow over the warm looking skin of the woman at its heart. He stared absently at the pool surrounding her, unable to look up and see her face for fear of his own pain. He didn't have to see her; he knew what she would look like. The clothes…the hair…the face….All of it just the same as it had been the day he last saw her. A mournful glint entered his eyes as he thought back to that day. Thought back to his failure.
'It's my fault…' He thought, unwilling to break the silence of her resting place, 'I should have stopped you…' The beast at the back of his mind stirred slightly, dark amusement at its host's pain oozing from it. He pushed the beast away. Another stab in his heart as he remembered how unworthy he was to even sit here unnoticed at her feet. It was all his fault…All his sin…He shouldn't have let her do it. He should have- A sudden muted whisper cut across his thoughts,
"I'm sorry…" He stared in shock at the impassive crystal, a cold bead of moisture crystallising for a second in his eye before it was harshly blinked away, 'Sorry…?' He thought to himself, 'But…why…I'm the one…who should apologise…'
Er…review? Pretty please with angsty gun-men and dead scientists on top?