Darkness. A lulling void of eternity, of deep sleep, that dragged Bane in slowly and slowly….He felt his entire body floating in space, airy and weightless, like a feather. A lulling, feminie voice called to him, withl such a sweet, sad voice….. "Baaaannee…..Baaaaanne, coooomme heeeeere -
"Ibham hewa awieeb?" a solemn voice rang out. It echoed across the infinite dream world which Bane floated away in, like a clear bell. It was rather annoying, actually, to him. "Ibham hew awieeb?" Bane tried to open his eyelids, but they felt heavy and unbudging, like boulders. "Ihm hew alive?"
The last word spoken caused Bane's head to stir a little, until in a snap he fully understood the sentence. "Is he alive?" Everything came rushing back to him, all the gruesome events, details, and..his sister's haunting scream.
One of his eyelids fluttered, and for a fleeting moment he saw who was asking the question. The snotty yet graceful looking girl loomed over him with a sorrowful expression, nervously repeating, "Is he still alive?"
Bane could almost smile. To know someone like her actually cared….was well….comforting.
"I don't think a dead boy would be staring at you like that, IDIOT." Bane froze. Apparently, she wasn't alone. She must've brought along that sleeping hag of a man, with the moon-white crowned hair, and the wolf-like expression.
The teen girl's expression slowly changed to that of embarrassment and dislike, although it was obvious from her ripening cheeks that she was blushing. "W-what?! T-this, this perv! She immediately kicked him in the balls, and Bane twitched as a flare of pain shot in between his legs. "Just how long has this idiot been staring at me?!"
Tiredly rolling over and clutching that area, Bane looked up and his blood froze dry. The wolf-like man's wild, luminescent yellow eyes met Bane's black and silver trimmed eyes, and the man's gaze seemed to hold Bane in place ,devouring and swallowing all of his strength and confidence. Bane averted his gaze immediately and notice that the man had been grinning the whole time, his facial expression showing no signs of harboring hatred of intentional harm. Scary, Bane thought, as sweat rolled down his face.
"Rosel, it won't matter. He'll be dead, by the time we're gone," declared the sharp, yelping voice of the man. Bane froze again. "Why though!?" Rosel suddenly burst out, angrily. "Can't we just lay off killing for once?? This kid here literally saved our lives, and the only chance of survival for the Reapers. And you still want to lop off his head?" Bane listened intently, trying to grasp the situation….but he still was confused. Maybe the reason that man was injured in the first place…..was because he went on par with the creature?
"If he's that strong at this young age, he's a definite menace to our clan. He could grow up to be one of their generals in no time." He turned toward me. "Besides," He hoisted Bane up with one hand and no effort. He stared straight into Bane's eyes, and probably went even further. He growled, "His eyes piss me off." He took a menacing step forward.
"No!!" Rosel glided to Bane's aid, blocking the man's way. "Leave him alone, Silverbane!!"
"I'm afraid I can't do that," replied SilverBane, roughly pushing her out of the way.
Rosel fell to the ground but bounced right up, stubbornly blocking his way again. SilverBane growled, a menacing animal-like sound from his throat. His pupils suddenly dilated, and he bared his dagger-like teeth like….a wolf. Rosel was undeterred however, keeping her ground stubbornly. Then, Bane did something that surprised both of them.
"Then lets make a deal." Bane rose to his feet clumsily. "I've seen your regenerating abilities in action…. during your stay in the hotel. That jagged wound to your heart healed in no time." Weakly, he shuffled his feet and hands into a fighting stance. Their locked eyes once again, an internal battle between their souls. Even Rosel stood, transfixed and shocked. He wasn't even supposed to be alive, let alone able to fight.
Minutes passed, the night was waning as a bright orange shade illuminated the clouds. Silverbane's lips twisted into a wicked grin. "Y ou've got more backbone than most of your race boy!" He roared in laughter. "Fine! Even though I could kill you with just a swipe of my fingers-" he motioned to hand, which seemed to be covered in a slick, glistening metal. "I'll grant your pathetic wish. You die, and your sister lives"
Rosel opened her mouth to protest, but Silverbane barked, "DESIST!" He turned arched his head toward her, and spat. "YOU WILL NOT INTERFERE WITH MY PREY, UNDERSTOOD?!" She whipped her head away fro his gaze, lips quivering. Bane felt a pang of guilt. She was only his age anyway, and tried to save his life. He sighed and tried to act cool.
Besides the fact that he was gonna die. "Hey. Don't worry." Rosel turned around, her face wet and cheeks glistening.
She was crying. Someone was crying, for him.
Bane bit his lips in guilt. "My sister is my life, so as long as she's alive-" He attempted a smile. ""Ill be fine."
Suddenly, Bane's whole body jerked forward, the wind knocked out of him. When he tried to swallow for air, he couldn't. Cold, thick daggers were lodged into his chest, ruthlessly turning and twisting. Blood and pain mixed into a nightmare as chunks of his rib cage were ripped out; felt his brain being wrenched apart from all the pain signals he was receiving. His chest was on fire, pain searing away his strength.
But that happened all in a mere second, and time seemed to slow down. Bane looked and saw Silverbane's glistening fingers stained with his blood, and his wolf-like eyes staring at him.
Silverbane, "Your name is Bane eh?" He raised him up, oblivious to hi victim's painful expressions, and dripping rub red blood . "Trash like you shouldn't deserve such a title as BANE." Silverbane smirked, realizing that Bane's body gave way already, sagging down on his steel claws. His eyes grew cloudy, expressionless, his neck craned down no longer supported by life. Bane was dead.
"The legendary wolverine guardian….the fiercest of all the legendary animals… …..Bane." He paused for a moment, then resumed to crushing what little was left of the boy's body. Then, he noticed a blue light reach his eyes. He scanned the boy's body until he found the source, and smiled crookedly. "I almost forgot…" Silverbane reached toward's Bane's glowing right arm. "To crush your soul."
With his agile, metallic claws, Silverbane reached for the glowing, blue gem, which started vibrating and humming at louder frequencies. He chuckled. "I can't believe a fourteen year old kid with such tiny SP massacred a Daemon…."
In an instant, he crushed an entire section of Bane's arm, grinding the gem until it clattered down in tiny pieces. Silverbane tossed the Bane's dead body into the rubble, and turned to walk away.
