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Alone in Blood: Part two
There was fear, then anticipation, and then finally pain. It crashed down like a wave; pulling him under, crushing, drowning, penetrating his very bones. The only way he knew he was alive was by the pain. The excruciating agony! His body was but a shell holding in every ounce of suffering. He could not scream, or move, breathing was so painful. No torture could be greater. Silent tears streamed down his cheeks, and even the soft liquid stung his cheeks.
Dilandau had never felt such immense physical pain. Even his emotional pain wasn't able to reduce his suffering. He lay on his back a hundred feet or so away from the blue flames and rubble that had been Alseides. He guessed that he had broken bones all over his body and suffered from burns and gashes.
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As his melef had neared the ground, Dilandau had opened the hatch and jumped away from Alseides. He had heard people calling him; their voices mixed with those of a few of the Dragon slayers. If not for his training the young lord might have stayed there, screaming his head off and died a fiery death. Not that death by fire wouldn't suit him, but some how common sense had convinced him otherwise.
Dilandau heard the explosion and felt a wave of hot air followed but a blast of hot blue flames. The pain had not registered until he was thrown down to Gaea amongst the forest floor. Then it had swallowed him up, engulfing him.
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He was helplessly lying there in pain, he felt like a little boy coming home to find his family gone and puppy lost. He was going to have to lay here for however long it took until the dragon slayers found him. The thought was so cruel and torturous that Dilandau gasped. Alseides had exploded. Dilandau had been in it. At least that's what Zaibach thought. That means... the pieces began to come together slowly in his mind. Fear began to overwhelm pain. It means they aren't coming. I'm... I'm not going to be looked for, I'm not going to be found, I'm... I'm going to die! Dilandau was overcome by the fear of being left to die; of loss of blood, eaten by wild animals, or frozen in the cold night, maybe he would even live long enough to die of thirst. A thought that shouldn't have been happy but was came to him, maybe he would die sooner, maybe he was bleeding internally. He was sure he a broken a least a few ribs. How can I be so grateful to die? I don't want to die! He felt as though he understood himself. Like he was watching this person who resembled him and seeing this person as the world did and not as they did.
I'm afraid. I'm afraid to die. I'm afraid to be alone. And now I'm both! Panic seeped into him. Noooooo!! I don't want to die! Not like this!! Not alone!!! A distressed whimper was all his physical self could manage. His body convulsed and he fought the dark hold of death. Hot blood oozed from his re-opened wounds. It no longer fascinated him, it sickened him. Everything was red! There was blood in his eyes! He couldn't see clearly, nor could he reach up and wipe away the blood. He was weak, vulnerable, and harmless.
Life and death had meant nothing to him. He had lived, now he would die. Tears ran down his face turning red and running down with the crimson blood. Sobs escaped him, he sounded like a pitiful wretch. He knew it, many people would be glad he died this way. Would hate him even after his death. Those thousands of people he had killed. Burned, murdered, killed in his wake. Death would welcome him and he would fight it away. Fight it away and loose. He would be taken the same way all those people he had killed were taken. This was to be his final resting-place; a shallow, burning, bloody grave. One he would die in alone.
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Migel jumped out of his Melef with over bright eyes. He ran to the control room. Folken and the others were there. Gatti had waken the other dragon slayers and now all fourteen of them stood there in different states of mind. Migel walked up to Folken and said.
"Permission to send in a rescue team, sir." Folken continued to look out the window with his back to the dragon slayer.
"Are you unable to comprehend what has just happened." His voice was but a whisper. The other dragon slayers were listening now, hoping there was still something they could do. "Dilandau Albatou became lost in his lust for the kill. He took Alseides without acknowledging the fact that it was under repair. Then his own insanity and stupidity caused him to crash. The explosion was even larger than it should have been, there is no way anyone could survive it. It is most likely that nothing remains of the Dilandau. His own stupidity lead him to his own death." Folken turned to face the now silent room.
Most of the boys looked at him with a mixture of fear, sorrow and horror. Migel had clenched his fists so tight his knuckles where white. Tears threaten to spill from his eyes. Through clenched teeth he said to Folken,
"Permission. To. Send. A. Rescue. Team… sir." He repeated. They locked eyes. Folken held the hateful stare until the boy's gaze dropped.
"Permission… denied." Folken's face was emotionless. Migel's eyes widened, then he glared again. He lashed out with a fist aimed at Folken's head. The dragon slayer missed by millimeters. The Fist was seized in an iron grip. There were a few gasps from the other boys. Migel stared at the mechanical hand in horror. The sharp claws punctured the skin leaving red drops. Folken released Migel.
"Control yourself Migel." His eyes swept over the others. "Dilandau was an dead. Goodnight." Folken left the room leaving a wake of sadness.
"Migel, is- is he really dead?" Cheska asked. Migel twirled around and banged his fists against the wall.
"Aaarrggh! It's not fair! Why didn't Dilandau talk to us! We could have helped him! I should have prevented this." With that the boy stormed out of the room.
Naria leaned against the window, she watched the flames dying out below them. Oh Dilandau, you were so foolish. How could you do this to my Lord? Even if we did not favor you as your little group of pets did, we did not wish for you to die like this. Oh well, your death was in vain.
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Dilandau raised his hand to his face. It was covered in blood, coated in the thick substance. He felt somewhat distant from himself. How long had he been lying here? The fire seemed to be going out. It was cold. If he was cold why was he lying here? Shouldn't he go somewhere warm. Dilandau found that the world was fuzzy around the edges. He wondered if maybe he wasn't hurt anymore. He didn't feel any pain. None.
Dilandau's eyes widened, he searched himself for a trace of pain. He was free of that pain, that pain that he had dragged along with him for as long as he could remember. I'm going to die. Have I accepted that? He was so cold. The leader of the dragon slayers forced himself to sit up.
"Aaahh!!!" Dilandau dropped back down. The pain reawakened in him, shooting up his limbs. Blood seeped out. "Aaugghh… how can I still have… blood to loose…" Dilandau winced. "I don't wanna die… don't let me die." He felt hot tears trail their way down his cheeks. I'm going to die in pain suffering like this, but I'll live until every last drop of blood is gone from me, until every tear has left my eyes. I'll suffer die the very point of death.