Short one, but I kinda like Lee because I have this respect for him - he used to be such a kind and pleasant person before he became a Templar. So heres to him, and a character i may or may not bring back later. sorry if these go to fast ;u; And remember I'm open to any requests ~
Late night, Boston.
Charles Lee, the fearsome Templar stood outside, foggy breaths escaping him as his feet crunched in the snow.
He leaned against a building, his darkened eyes looking at his surroundings. Everyone was asleep at this hour.
He felt some kind of thought cross his mind, about his currently lifestyle, his current self, his path.
But he pushed the thought away, looking at his shoes as a flash of anger crossed his eyes.
"You know too, don't you?"
His head snapped up, and he narrowed his eyes to see a hooded figure come out from one of the alleyways. He couldn't tell by their voice if they were male or female, but the spark in their eyes proved something feminine.
"Who the hell are you?" He growled, standing up straight now.
"You feel it too, don't you? I saw it in your expression just now. You know just as well as me." She continued, standing in front of him.
"I don't know what you're talking about. You're crazy." He shot back, brushing a strand of hair away from his eye.
She laughed, shaking her head. Then, catching him off guard, she slapped him sharply and the smile faded away.
"Don't play dumb, Lee. You know exactly what I'm talking about."
He pushed her off quickly and got out his gun, pointing it at her.
"You shouldn't have done that. Who the hell do you -" he stopped talking as she held up a mirror to him.
His angry face, filled with rage over this situation. It softened just a bit, as he looked directly at himself.
Of course he knew what she was taking about.
"I think you've picked the wrong path Lee, and it's a shame, really. Look at that man in the mirror and tell me - is it Charles Lee? Or is it someone else?" Her voice spoke, though he didn't look at her.
The gun lowered, and he took the mirror from her hands slowly.
"I remember a man who used to smile, and act polite. Used to have no power and help because he wanted to.
Someone who had many friends, and most importantly, a man who was happy."
He looked at her when she said that, a frown on his face.
"Happy?"
She smiled at him, her eyes locking with his.
"You've forgotten what that word means, haven't you, Lee?"
There was a pause, and the silence was answer enough from the man.
"Now tell me - has being a Templar helped you at all? Has it made you the man you've always wanted to be?" She started to pace in front of him.
"You had a friend once, didn't you? What was his name... Hickey? What was to come of him?"
"He wasn't my friend."
"You'd always deny it, but you know I'm right. He was your friend."
He stopped talking, looking back at the mirror again.
"Being what you are is going to kill you, Charles, and everyone you love. All of them. Thomas was only the start you know, you stick around, and you'll be alone.
The life of a Templar is nothing but selfishness, and pain."
She tilted her head a bit, watching him sympathetically.
"You're not Charles lee anymore. You're someone who wants to be someone you can't."
His expression was even, but it held a bit of sadness. It was his mind exactly.
"You'll learn one day, one day when you're alone, that you've made the wrong choice." She called to him as she began to walk away.
He watched the mirror a little longer before he called after her.
"Who are you? How do you know all this?"
She turned to him, smiling as she pulled down her hood. Long brown locks flowed down, and she pulled out a necklace with a cross on it.
"Because, I used to be one of them."
She vanished then, and the only thing found there the next day was shattered glass on the ground.