Those Who Walk in Smoke
By SMYGO4EVA
If they don't see things with their own eyes, it doesn't exist; it was limited thinking. Beyond the malignant cells of the prisons, the narrow halls, and the mocking laughter, the Shadow couldn't just take what hatred they held and crush it to pieces. As if they didn't exist, as if they were nothing in the grand design.
It was bittersweet, in a sense. Jed knew that much. He held the power of On, wielding righteous fury and hate to take down anyone who stood before the light. The little joys and tempestuous wants of the Hunter organization mean nothing to him now; being cast aside like a throwaway created a scar deeper than he fathomed. It was bittersweet, like his blood, like everything else in his life, but to just lay down and die was not an option.
Rengoku kept what scars she carried close to her heart; she knew what had to be done. She walked amongst those in the light, with Shura and Gaki by her side. They were her constant, but she stood on her own path. Even when it cost her dearly, she paid with her life without hesitation. The anger and broken tears caried her through and through, and her life was the price.
Gaki was the cornerstone of strength, brute force, and eager for a good fight. In the accursed world he dwelled in, savagery was the only way one could survive. It was fight or be crushed; to kill or to be torn asunder. There was a middle ground, but to lose would mean death. Such a chance to fight was worth the risk.
Shura bid his time from the inky blackness of shadows, like a viper in the trees ready to strike. Calculated, assured, and having tasted the lashes of suffering, he was more than eager to cut down prey as he saw fit. The wretched world knew the illusions they created; Shura was the only one who could tell which was fiction and reality.
Those of the Shadow would walk in smoke, unseen, from the rusty walls, boundless corridors, to the grand doorways of the Battle Olympia, they knew that it was perchance never to return.