Okay so I was going to be done with this story, but I just felt like something was missing. I mean, come on! I just left my fellow fans on edge there! An edge of life and death! Who does that? Well it won't be me, because I'm bringing you another chapter! Enjoy!
A few week's later Will had seemed to be getting better. No more cuts, that Halt saw, and his kitchen knifes were still where they should be, except for that one in the creek, which Halt had hidden very well. He knew Will was still hurting. From time to time he'd be reluctant to eat, or there would be pain in his eyes. On the rarest occasion, Will would be very clearly scared. That's when Halt had to be there, or he might not have an apprentice anymore. Once, Will had cut himself, the pain and fear had just been too much for the young boy, and instantly regretted it. For Halt had been scared too, and Will hated putting more pressure on his mentor. But that had only happened once.
A life was a valuable thing. But Will wasn't the only one struggling. It was more than obvious that Halt had some problems too. Not so deep that they could result in what Will had almost done, but deep enough to show slightly. For he too, had once been in Will's place, trying to leave the world, and wondering if he was really any use to anyone. But he had had his mentor, Pritchard, and that made him want to help Will even more.
Now as Halt watched the boy smile, and laugh with his friends, he slightly envied him. The life of a Ranger, was one that was lonely, sad, and most of all, painful. And things were going to happen where Will would experience all three of these things at once. It would be hard, and he wasn't going to have many people who would walk with him every step of the way, and carry him when it got tough, but as Halt watched the boy grow into a man, he made a promise. A promise, that no matter where or when, he would always be there til the day he died.
And if there was one thing you could count on Halt for it was that he would keep his promises. But today might just be the day he broke his promise. Because today Will was done. He couldn't stand the pain anymore. And he had a knife. And Halt wasn't home to stop him. And it had to be done.
His breathing was hard, as he went to cut again. He hadn't done it for so long, he wasn't sure he still had the guts to do it. He gulped, and flinched as the knife bit again. As much as it hurt, he had to smile. It would soon be over. The pain would soon be gone. The nuisance he was would no longer be in the way gone. Halt would soon not have to worry for an extra person. One more cut, and it would be good bye world.
And taking a deep breath he did it. He fell to the ground, blood pouring from his wrist, his face pale, and knife falling out of his hand. And the stunning is this... No one expected the death of Halt's apprentice to look so, what's the word? Oh yes. Beautiful.
And the fact that Halt cried, just added to the beauty.
Oh my gosh. What did I just write? Where the, excuse my language, hell did that come from?! But it was! It really was beautiful! Man, I am so disgusted/proud of myself right now. I really hope everyone enjoyed, and that the evil side of your mind that everyone has is satisfied! Please review! Even flames and death threats are excepted for this chapter! See ya!
Best Regards,
PFT3000
