I don't owned CB chars. I thought this up after I made Vicious's dream
poem. I thought of this was going to follow before eps #5, but I think it
would fit better somewhere between #25. Thanks for all who review my other
stories. I hope to make this into a long chapter one. Hope you will like
that and always please read and review:)
THE BEGINNING OF A ENDING
Lighting flash the dark, cool, almost empty room, lighting it up for a second and then going back to it creepy, yet very calm darkness. If you didn't blink and looked ever hard you could see the outline of a man. A man who had lost all self-control and was getting ready for war.
He slid on his black coat and clipped the gold part of it together. His feather-friend, if it could be called a friend, squawking as if asking, "Where do you think you are going? You are being foolish. Stop this! You are going to fail and you will not come back, and if you don't come back who's going to feed me? I'm serious here man! If you don't come back I will eat your remains!"
He than pick up his sword and removed it forms its sheath. He slowly started to polish it. His back turned away from the windows and the door. Mostly away from the bird.
"Hey! You're not listening to me, boy! I want my dinner at 5'o'cloak sharp! Not 10'o'cloak, or five days later! Stop doing that! You know you can move on! Come on stop. Feeding me would make you feel better, I know it will buddy." The bird kept on squawking, but the man just ignored it.
The bird flew away from its perch and sat on the man shoulder. "I'm sorry buddy. I get don't want you to get killed. I love you,,,while not really, I want my food!" The bird stopped with it's talking fit, quieting down, and nestled onto the man shoulder. The thunder pick up and the sword now shine from the polishing. The man looked it over, he seemed to be very satisfied with his work, and re-sheath the weapon back in its protective case.
The man started to get off of the bed, onto his feet. "Don't leave, please. I need feed to come me alive!" The man slowly walked over to the bird's cage and took out it dish. He refilled it and took the dish, now fill with the bird's dinner back into the cage. The bird hopped off his shoulder and into its cage. "Yeah food! Wait, what about tomorrow?" The man slowly petted the bird on its head, looking it in the eye. Then we went over to his broken, fill size mirror and looked himself over one last time. He was ready for the upcoming fight.
He picked up his sword and placed it around his waist. He then walked to the door and opens it. Lighting flash showing the man face, with tears that were dried up on his face. His eyes were filled with hatred for the two people he cared for the most. 'How can a person who was friends with two people.....grow so much as to hate them to the core, if they were his friends?' He turned to the bird. "Stay here. If I don't come back within two days then fly away."
"But I don't want to stay behind and I don't want you to die." Then man then walked out of his cave of a room and down the long hallway, to his greatest battle yet. He knew he probably wouldn't come back alive, but at the moment he didn't care. His only regret was that his bird would have to find someone else to depend on.
THE BEGINNING OF A ENDING
Lighting flash the dark, cool, almost empty room, lighting it up for a second and then going back to it creepy, yet very calm darkness. If you didn't blink and looked ever hard you could see the outline of a man. A man who had lost all self-control and was getting ready for war.
He slid on his black coat and clipped the gold part of it together. His feather-friend, if it could be called a friend, squawking as if asking, "Where do you think you are going? You are being foolish. Stop this! You are going to fail and you will not come back, and if you don't come back who's going to feed me? I'm serious here man! If you don't come back I will eat your remains!"
He than pick up his sword and removed it forms its sheath. He slowly started to polish it. His back turned away from the windows and the door. Mostly away from the bird.
"Hey! You're not listening to me, boy! I want my dinner at 5'o'cloak sharp! Not 10'o'cloak, or five days later! Stop doing that! You know you can move on! Come on stop. Feeding me would make you feel better, I know it will buddy." The bird kept on squawking, but the man just ignored it.
The bird flew away from its perch and sat on the man shoulder. "I'm sorry buddy. I get don't want you to get killed. I love you,,,while not really, I want my food!" The bird stopped with it's talking fit, quieting down, and nestled onto the man shoulder. The thunder pick up and the sword now shine from the polishing. The man looked it over, he seemed to be very satisfied with his work, and re-sheath the weapon back in its protective case.
The man started to get off of the bed, onto his feet. "Don't leave, please. I need feed to come me alive!" The man slowly walked over to the bird's cage and took out it dish. He refilled it and took the dish, now fill with the bird's dinner back into the cage. The bird hopped off his shoulder and into its cage. "Yeah food! Wait, what about tomorrow?" The man slowly petted the bird on its head, looking it in the eye. Then we went over to his broken, fill size mirror and looked himself over one last time. He was ready for the upcoming fight.
He picked up his sword and placed it around his waist. He then walked to the door and opens it. Lighting flash showing the man face, with tears that were dried up on his face. His eyes were filled with hatred for the two people he cared for the most. 'How can a person who was friends with two people.....grow so much as to hate them to the core, if they were his friends?' He turned to the bird. "Stay here. If I don't come back within two days then fly away."
"But I don't want to stay behind and I don't want you to die." Then man then walked out of his cave of a room and down the long hallway, to his greatest battle yet. He knew he probably wouldn't come back alive, but at the moment he didn't care. His only regret was that his bird would have to find someone else to depend on.
