Air… all he needed was breathing
Well, important things first:
1-This is my very first English fanfic (and the first I ever published), English is NOT my mother tongue so if you find something weird… don't be surprised.
2-I know I should but I haven't revised it and you know what a traitor Microsoft Word can be so again, sorry if there's a spelling mistake, grammar or anything else
3- I don't owe RK characters, story etc
4- Good comments allow the bad ones… are not XD
Well, here we go, take a deep breath
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Air… all he needed was breathing. He was surrounded, all around him was mud, and it didn't let him breath. "Keep pushing" it was the only thought he could have, "Harder, you're running out of air, keep pushing" it was mechanical, he couldn't ear nothing, couldn't feel nothing more than pain and his lungs on the brick of exploding… At last, the fresh breeze of the night's air refreshed his face. Light rain drops fell cleaning the dirt covering his skin and air filling his almost-collapsed lungs. He fell on the ground, dizzy and completely lost… until he began to remember. It was madness, too many shot coming and going out of his sight. So chaotic he couldn't understand what was happening. Fire, men screaming and running, a man laughing, pain, he looked down, he was covered with blood his own blood. Then a mossy cell, a blade… He screamed, he didn't know why but he kept on screaming. A noise make him open his eyes and look up, there was a bird, a big dark one perched on a branch. He stared at the animal for a while. It was like an immediate connection, the bird was part of him, so was him to it. And then he understood why he was there… and couldn't help but smile.
People stared at the strange young man who walked dragging his feet like if they were made of stone. His clothes were all tore to tatters, he was deadly pale but what made him look like a devil were two dark lines crossing his eyes that almost touched the ones coming from his mouth. People got out of his way; they were scared of such a demon which came from the very hell, not like he did blame them for he didn't know who or what he was.
He let the crow guide him. He arrived to a house in a quiet neighbourhood. Thank god there was no one to see him anymore. He jumped the gate, broke a window and came inside. He looked the recent wounds in his hands and how they were cured in a matter of seconds. He took a step on but he had to stop as another set of shots came to his mind. This time there was a woman, in that house, there was a knocked on the door. When she opened the door there was the same man who was laughing in his previous visions. He pushed her making her stumble and fall. He said something in her ear and she screamed. She got up and tried to run but the man caught her and tried to rape her but she fight against him fiercely. The man called two of his companions who held her down. They raped her and then the man stabbed her right through her heart while saying "If you are not mine, you are not for anyone else". The collapsed, the woman, that young woman… he remembered her, she was his wife. He wept for her, for all her suffering, for not being there to protect her. He looked up again, the crow was there and he knew what to de next.
He went upstairs to the master room, his and his wife. It was a mess, the march of the time did that, but he knew exactly what he was looking for and cared for nothing else. He opened a trunk were his father's swords were along with a pair of boots and a pair of black leather trousers that a Western friend had given to him. At first he had found them weird but now how they adjust to his legs and embraced his hips make them look like a boon. He scanned his reflection in the mirror: it was angry, scary, decided, terrifying… just how he felt. He wore a black belt to fasten his swords and left the house.