Singing On The Wind Chapter 13: Come At Me Bro!, a darksiders fanfic

…I do not own Darksiders, Not Strong Enough by Apocalyptica, or Warrior by Disturbed. However, I do own a copy of the game and the songs just not the franchise thing er whatever… Oh wait, there are two songs this time… Huh…. Breaking the monotony I suppose.

Briar

Briar sat in the back of her cave in a fort accidently created by tossed aside clothes and pillows. She had already changed her clothes and ribbons, War's tattered cloak left folded neatly on the ground by the entrance. Now she waited.

Hugging her knees to her chest, she watched the tunnel leading outside. The she demon didn't realize she had dozed off until she began to dream…

War paced in the field below the cliff where she had left him, obviously troubled.

Good, she thought, he better be more than troubled.

He continued his pacing until Death appeared, grabbing the attention of the youngest Horseman. War finally stopped and turned to face the eldest. They seemed to be talking but Briar couldn't hear anything but the sound of a wind that wasn't there.

Whatever War had told Death had made him angry. Faster than the observing she demon could follow, the Reaper drew his arm back and punched War, actually knocking him back.

Briar wondered what they were fighting about and wanted to stop them but was unable to since it was just a dream.

The skies darkened as War got up from the ground, drawing Chaoseater from its place on his back.

Before she could see what happened next, thunder boomed outside, waking her.

The dream disturbed her. War disturbed her. And, as far as she could tell, this whole day had been nothing but a pain in the ass. So she did what she usually did in such situations. She sang.

"I'm not strong enough to stay away. Can't run from you, I just run back to you. Like a moth I'm drawn in to your flame, Say my name, but it's not the same. You look in my eyes, I'm stripped of my pride. And my soul surrenders, and you bring my heart to its knees."

Despite the song, Briar was already feeling better by losing herself in the words.

"And it's killin' me why you're away, I wanna leave and I wanna stay. And I'm so confused, so hard to choose. Between the pleasure and the pain. And I know it's wrong, and I know it's right. Even if I try to win the fight, my heart would overrule my mind. And I'm not strong enough to stay away."

She closed her eyes and leaned her head back.

"I'm not strong enough to stay away, What can I do, I would die without you, In your presence my heart knows no shame, I'm not to blame, 'Cause you bring my heart to its knees."

She almost didn't hear the crunch of boots on the loose rocks. Almost. Still, she continued.

"And it's killin' me when you're away, I wanna leave and I wanna stay. And I'm so confused, so hard to choose. Between the pleasure and the pain. And I know it's wrong, and I know it's right. Even if I try to win the fight, my heart would overrule my mind. And I'm not strong enough to stay away."

She stopped singing but didn't open her eyes to look at the newcomer, "What do you want?"

"I came to apologize." Death said, still looking for the owner of the voice.

"For you or for your brother?"

"Both."

"Apology accepted. Now get out of my home."

Death looked around at the small cave filled with clothes, pillows, stuffed animals, the odd weapon, books, and random knickknacks, "This doesn't look like a home very much."

"Yeah? Well neither does yours. Now get the fuck out, I'm so not in the mood to deal with you, or anyone, right now."

"You cannot threaten me with a blade to my throat like you did War."

Briar crawled out of her little fort, noticing that Death was already covered in wounds, "I can sure as Hell try."

"I wouldn't recommend it."

"Tch, fine, if you're not leaving then I will." The she demon moved to go past him but again he blocked her path. "I'm getting real tired of your shit, Horseman." She growled out.

She ducked past him but he quickly grabbed her wrist, pulling her back, "War told me what happened."

"Oh did he now? Well, whoop-dee-doodle-doo for you. Is that why you got into a fight with him? Over something so stupid as a demon either of you barely know? That's petty and sad, I thought the Horsemen were better than that. Now let go or get out."

"And if I do neither?"

"…I knew I couldn't trust someone who hid their face…"

Again, Death took off his mask for the she demon, "Can you trust me now?"

"Why do you even care?"

Death wrapped his other arm around Briar's waist, pulling her close, "This is why." He leaned down and pressed his lips against hers.

Briar had to admit that The Reaper was far gentler than his younger brother but it felt… wrong. Even if she was mad at him, she wanted War. No one else. Not even Death.

She pushed away from him, and hung her head, refusing to look at him. "What the fuck is up with everyone?" she mumbled to herself.

"What?" Death tried to get the she demon to look at him but she turned away.

"First Noir, then War, now you? I'm getting sick of this." Briar ran out of the cave, ignoring the rain. She was going where no one would look for her. Where she could get out all of her anger and frustration and not get kicked out. She was going to Hell.

La-di-da, welcome to Hell!

Briar walked into the arena, only slightly drunk. The gate slammed close behind her, the sound echoing around her, mixing in with the cheers. She watched flames escape through cracks in the ground.

She was already on round six and adrenaline was coursing through her veins. Blood flowed from multiple wounds, even more were currently healing.

Looking up, the she demon saw that her 50-something opponents had entered the arena. Whether it was through the gate or portals or jumping down from the stands, she didn't know. Nor did she care. All that mattered now was the fight. She knew she was being reckless and cocky and that it would probably be the death of her but again, she didn't care.

That is, until a Jailer came out of the huge gate on the other side, along with two or three Shadowcasters. For a moment she regretted doing this. But only for a moment.

Briar bit her lip, anticipating the fight to come. She already had her blades in hand, still covered in blood from the previous little spat. She briefly noticed Samael in the stands, sitting in a makeshift throne to watch the bloodshed.

The battle began. So did Briar's song.

I am now an instrument of violence, I am a vessel of invincibility, I cannot leave this undecided, Stepping down to battle another day, Remember me for all time this, Determination is a vital part of me, Surrender now or be counted, With the endless masses that I will defeat.

She always liked to sing as she worked and this was no exception, though she kept in her head so she wouldn't waste breath. The demons charged at her, the Shadowcasters already sending out their red and black flame magic, trying to hit her. All of them missing. She went straight for the Jailer, taking out some of the small fry on her way.

Come on bring it, don't sing it, Better believe it, Broken down, till you hope has died, Beat down till the victory is mine, Stand up and show me some pride, And now, are you ready?

Flames that seemed to be more shadow than actual fire sprung up right in her path. She spun to avoid the magic only to have a Minion jump onto her back, digging its sharp claws into her shoulders. Ignoring the pain and the blood, she sheathed her blades, in the body of another demon, grabbed the Minion's front legs and threw it over her head and into some of its oncoming friends. Determined to get rid of the Jailer, she grabbed her blades from the random demon's body and continued on her way.

I'm one with the warrior inside, My dominance can't be denied, Your entire world will turn, Into a battlefield tonight, As I look upon you through, The warrior's eyes now, I can see the fear that will, Ensure my victory this time.

Many other demons, Minions, Phantom Guards, and Duskwings alike tried to stand in her way. They didn't stand for very long. She cut them down one after the other with the grace of a surgeon and the finesse of a butcher.

I can't be told to compromise this, They'll never doubt the body lying at my feet, A most formidable reminder, they will speak my name for eternity, I have no need of any guidance, I am a weapon powerful beyond belief, Seen through the warrior's eyes, I never need to question how to defeat you.

Her final obstacle to her target was a Shadowcaster, its snake-like body writhing obscenely. It hissed something at Briar but she was too lost in her berserker rage to understand it. Original target momentarily forgotten, she launched herself at it. The slithery demon dodged her initial attack but couldn't quite get away from the second and had the end of its tail sliced off. It screeched in pain and anger as blood sprayed from the wound, landing on Briar. She wiped some of the blood off of her face and grinned. This was more fun than she thought it would be.

Come on bring it, don't sing it, Better believe it, Broken down, till you hope has died, Beat down till the victory is mine, Stand up and show me some pride, And now, are you ready?

It didn't take her long to deal with the blind demon. She finished it by cutting a deep X onto its torso, spilling its entrails all over the ground. It gave one last hiss before turning to ash. The she demon then turned her sights back to the Jailer.

The Jailer roared and swung its cage at her but she dodged the attack and the small prison hit the ground with a huge thud, sending Undead flying out to join the battle. She ignored them like the rest of the demons and flew up to attack the glowing yellow pustules. She quickly slashed the disgusting blemishes, causing the Jailer to fall to its knees and its controller to fall out of its cage.

You can't hide now, I am the warrior, So decide not, How they'll remember you, do not hide now, Act like a warrior, Show your pride now, Solidify your place in time.

Not wasting any time, she separated the controller's head from its shoulders, holding it up for all of her opponents to see. Most of the remaining demons immediately backed down but there were a few who were brave, or foolish, enough to come at her.

She dodged almost every attack. Those she couldn't doge were blocked by her swords or the tough metal of her gauntlets. Her fight with Noir popped into her head. She didn't believe Death, she could have killed Noir and saved her brother. Then, a worm of doubt started to wriggle through her head. What if she couldn't have saved Zephyr? What if, even after she killed Noir, she had been too late? Her only family would be dead. She wouldn't be able to live with herself if that happened. Briar shook such thoughts out of her head. That hadn't happened. That's all that mattered.

I'm one with the warrior inside, The evidence can't be denied, The entire world will stare, Into this battlefield tonight, As I stand before you, With a warrior's heart now, I can feel the strength that will, Ensure my victory this time.

Briar stood among the ashes of her kind, covered in blood, breathing hard, and - now that her rage was gone - exhausted. For some reason, she found herself looking up at Samael, who smiled down at her. She returned his smile with a glare and left the arena through the smaller gate. It was past time for her to leave. Past time for her to go home. Wherever that was.

Remember, home is where the heart is… Isn't that how it goes? Or is it home is where you stash your candy? What about tacos? Or bacon? Anyway, I wanted to have a badass chapter sooo…