009. :the scent of a soul:
Word Count: 377
Summary: Death stands alone in the street and rain falls from above. Not everything goes as planned. Not everything is always right.
.:Lifeside:.
:.1/27/2012.:
It is raining.
Water collects on rooftops, runs through rusted pipes, flows out of gutters and pools out onto the street. Huge looming clouds turn the once blue sky a dull gray. People run through the street, covering themselves with coats, bags and newspaper. They hide under awnings and inside buildings; seeking shelter from nature's voiceless bane.
They do not see a woman dressed in black. They do not see the ancient looking robes or the sword at her waist. Sharp. Deadly. Beautiful. She watches as they slip through doors and cracks, disappearing into the buildings that line the edges of her vision. One by one, they fade away.
Then the street is empty. No cars, no people reside in this place anymore, save for herself. It is silent. Peaceful. Only the sound of water falling onto the pavement makes a sound. She stands there, a few feet from the roadway, and lets the rain envelope her. She takes a breath, and the air around her smells damp, fresh. New.
She doesn't think about the stench of flesh in the alleyway. Doesn't turn to see the pools of red, just beginning to mix with rainwater. Doesn't look to see the crimson streaks sliding down the darkness of her robe. She breathes, and all that she can taste and smell is of rain. And blood.
She does not turn to see the rotting corpse of the hollow or the fragments of a lost soul scattering in the background of a wet and darkened alleyway. They are all things she's seen before. Idiotic souls. Reckless for trying fight off the beast. Trying to help her when all they manage to do is get in the way. Reckless. Stupid. Weak.
She is the only one left. She's not even part of this world; a black shrouded ghost standing in the middle of a rain covered street. A god of death; sent to guide souls and defend them from evil and harm. She watches the rain fall around her, watches as the last bit of spirit particles slip from her vision and disappear into the gray clouded sky. She turns, and walks down the rain soaked street. Empty of life and full of death.
It is raining.
:Fin:
I swear this sounded better in my head at 1am when I wrote the damn thing. But since this is the most I've been able to write in a long time- (my writing ability for the last 6 months has been that of a rock). I've decided to shower you with the ridiculous musing of my brain at 1am. Sorry if anyone's confused by it.
That aside, this is my first completed fic of 2012! Yay for dark and depressing stuff? XD
Anyway, sorry for being dead for so long. My muse would not cooperate with me. (Except, ya'know, at 1am. When I'm trying to sleep).
Review! Your review is the only reward an author gets for their hard work.
~Toushi