Ch.19
Death and futility
I the end, does it even matter? This question has haunted great hearts and minds for year. So what if I save him, he'll die anyways, why should I care? Yet somewhere in the intricate web of wants and needs, of sanity and foolishness, of ghoast worship and hope, yes, somewhere in man lies his need to care. If for only that brief second we have love, is that not worth everything. Yet, all human love, will end in pain...
Vic still couldn't believe it. It was like a dream, a wonderful, peaceful dream, he hoped never to wake up from. He and Kasumi had spent the whole morning doing absolutely nothing, and it had been wonderful. It was decided that, once this whole thing blew over, they would get a big house out in the middle of nowhere, like Iowa. They would have 2 kids, and a huge dog that barked at everything. They would leave their misery behind, and just be. It might have simply been fantasy, but in it was the fantasy that give people hope. It is the dream that drives them, not the truth.
" But you must get new close..." His angle said, disturbing him from his musing.
" Why? I like the way I dress..." Vic said, half playfully. If a change in attire was necessary, well that was a price worth paying for happiness. And they both felt happy. They both felt completer and whole. In one night they had learned all the mysteries of the universe. They had meet god, and themselfs and love. And they were now little more then children, happy to be alive. They still hadn't lost the dreams...
" You look like a..a deranged clown" At this she burst out laughing, and Vic fake tackled her.
" Well, don't forget, you picked this clown..." Vic said
" No, you made me" more laughter....
That is the fate of being happy. Neither of them noticed the darkening sky. Nor did they feel the destructive power that seemed to envelop the island. They missed all the warning signs, and never realized that it was here.
They left the hotel, very much in love, and very inebriated on that simple fact. To anyone looking, it was almost disgusting, the cooing and the holding, etc etc etc... But to them, the slightest sound, the gentlest touch, was more then any mere drug could be. Then, perhaps because fate has a horrible sense of humor, perhaps because they hadn't suffered enough, perhaps because shit happens, the battle began.
They were both walking, arm in arm, back from the mall, a new bag of close for Vic, when it started raining. The storm rose up, out of no where, and the very earth seemed to be ripped apart at the seems. The wind howled with the voice of the dead. The voice of warning, trying disparately to stop them from coming home, throwing everything it could. The earth itself seemed to be trying top wash away the evil that was so near. Trying to save them. It was worse then it had been the night Vic and his love's brother, had fought, much worse.
Any sane person would have heard the cry on the wind. They would have sought shelter. They would pray till the storm was done. But humans aren't sane. Vic and Kasumi only laughed at the storm, and admired it's beauty. The walked towards the hotel on a slow, but determined pace. The same pace a revolutionary walks with, when facing death by the state...
It was then the creature struck, near the beach, no more then 300 yards from the hotel. It seemed to appear out of nowhere, and forced them apart. Both let out a scream from the pain, of the newly broken ribs, and the fact they were apart. It moved with such incredible speed, that if one blinked, it would have seemed to have vanished a reappeared. It stood 10 ft in front of them, Kasumi lay about 4 ft. from Vic.
It was then that all hell's furry and destructive force was released. The waves of the sea roared with hatred, and the wind screamed with the voice of demons the haunt men's sleep. The very air smelled of death. And it was then, during the largest thunderclap ever, that It came into focus. For the first time, the destruction had a face to go with it's name. It stood only 4'5, and looked only 120 lbs. But there was something about It. Unlike the Omega man, and the Tengu, DOA Tec was going for fluency over power, finesse over strength. It's body was impossible tone, so that not one ounce of fat was on him. His muscles were not overbearing, but distinctly present. It's eyes were the most alarming trait about it. Unlike human eyes, which seem to show some light, hidden deep inside, this thing had only darkness. It seemed to spew this dark from every pour, but most of all his eyes. It was as if it was trying, and succeeding, to suck other peoples souls from their bodies, and to leave them an empty shell. They were two abysses that never ended, reviling a world of true nothingness. A world of unrelenting purity...
Vic got to his feat, and Kasumi followed suit. They said some really heroic stuff, that was drowned out by the storm. what was left, fell on It's cold ears, and was a waste. Yet they said the words anyways, as a broken witch Dr. will repeat a chant, after he has learned it is chemistry, not magic, that makes his potion work. It was there attempt to comfort themselfs, and nothing else knew or cared what they said.
Then Vic charged. He charged with all the lonely nights and broken days. He charged with his sorrow and sin. He charged with the rain blown into his eyes, and the dead screaming. He charged with his families demise in his eyes, with his mother's screams in his ears. He charged for her, the one person that mattered, the person he had to come home to the person...
Sharp pain. Unbelievable pain. Not all the agonies of hell combined, could dish out this much pain. He heard the dagger, in some far off part of his brain, being drawn out of his hot flesh. He heard Kasumi's sheiks of terror. He saw everything in slow motion, and, for the first time, noticed the water as it hit the concrete.
He feel. He hit the ground with such a force that the pillars of heaven itself shook, a force that seemed to bring the earth into the chaos of it's beginning. A force that ended and began all things...
And it was then, the most soulless and inhuman sound of uttered was heard. It was a sound so utterly cruel, that even satin was incapable of producing it. It was the sound of all the collected injustice and unfairness, in one voice. And it would have stolen any man's sanity, to hear. It was the sound of inhuman laughter.
Kasumi rushed over to Vic. The 3 second eternity it took her to reach him, was equal to many lifetimes. The wind howled even louder, and the sea roared of anger, and the dark creature approached her. She didn't notice, she didn't see It slowly, deliberately, walking towards her. She knelt by her love, who was, by now, soaked in his own blood. IT spilled out of the mouth she had loved so, and onto his nice new threads.
It was about to kill her too when a force, either acting out of pure good or evil, struck,. It struck with all the force and power it could muster. It struck for not having a fair life, and watching theirs ruined. It struck because it loved them both. The creature flew from Kasumi, with such a force that not even the purple haired savior was sure she delivered it. She looked on the horrid scene, and, although she had scene and done much worse, she felt hot tears of hate. She would punish this monster, she would redeem herself. She would prove herself worthy for her fathers love, with one, simple, act. She would fulfill her promise.
" You will never hurt these two again. I will stop you, no matter what it takes!!!!" She screamed with a force that overcame the storm, a force with much more then words on it, a force that she had given her very soul to....
The ensuing battle began. A battle for something much more then a mere planet or god, it was a battle to prove one's existence, a fight ageist the cold and unrelenting darkness. It was a voice screaming in a crowed of clones, 'I am one!!!!!!!!!!'
Kasumi didn't notice it. She didn't see her sisters fight, nor did she take note of how easily the monster was winning. It had become a cat, toying with it's pray. No, Kasumi's focus was on the one truth she had found. The one constant she never thought would stop. It was on her dying love...
" Hold on Vic, Mike you have got to hold on... We'll get help, it'll be alright, it's... it's just a scratch, Or Jesus don't die.... Oh god, whatever your name is...."
" I don't think even he can ( cough, chocking on his own blood) stop it now.."
" Don't speak, you.. You have to save your power, you you'll live..." She was in hysterias now, tears dripped of her eyes and onto Vic's face, and somehow, he knew those tears from the rest of the rain.
" You are a bad lier, don't do it ( winces in pain) My love...."
His blood stained hand reaches towards her, she lets it stroke her face. Vics face is distorted from the amount of pain this simple gesture is giving him, yet he continued. There is something he is drawing from this simple motion, something worth far more then the pain.
Her face winced at his pain, yet his touch gave her more comfort then any words could. She could feel his blood being smeared on her cheek, dripping down onto her shirt, and it's warmth comforted her. Her tears were flowing now, there was no longer any point in holding them back.
" Vic," she whimpered, almost as if she said it any louder, the force of the words would dry him up and blow him away. " Mike, don't leave me, please!!!!" She screamed, forgetting all concepts of shame and honor, yielding to her emotions, regressing to a child like state of mind " I'll be better, I swear it, Just don't leave me, please!!!"
" I don't have a choice, in the end, neither of us did... ( pain, blacks out for a few seconds)... I, will always love you. It's funny, when I want to live again, I die. But I would rather have spent the three days I did with you, then ( another black out, it is merely his will that is keeping him alive now) go a lifetime without you. It is so short and precious, our life, gone in a heart beat, That's funny, yes God, I am ready to forgive myse..." His voice feel silent, never to be heard again in this world.
The pool of his blood had now soaked her outfit, but she didn't care. She held his lifeless hand to cheek, unable to believe he was gone. She held it there until it started to grow cold. Cold of the death and nothingness.
She cried, for what seemed like an eternity she cried. She cried about how unfair it was. Cried out why she had to bear this. Cried out why did it have to be like this. Cried out to some cold, distant and apatetic god. Then she heard another's cry...
It was the cry of her sister. It had grown tired of the game it was playing and began to fight for real. She was pined by a wall, and the monster was prepared to give the final blow.
At that a flash flooded Kasumi's mind. All the memories, all the pain and pleasure, her life, her soul her vary essence found it's way to her lips, and she screamed with a voice that was the same as the angle of destruction's horn. She screamed, " FUCK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Her whole being experienced something few ever do, one common purpose. Her mind, body and soul were all in agreement, and from theat, a great strength bubbled up. The way a person is most dangerous is if they have nothing to lose, and something to fight for. She had both. She unleashed a series of attacks that, to this day, Ayane describes as " fucking unbelievable."
The creature, for it's part, did it's best. But no enemy in the universe, short of God, could have stopped her. For the first time, right before it's destruction, the creature felt an emotion and it's black eyes lite up with this feeling. It was the feeling of fear. Then It was done, the creature head flew in one direction, and it's body in another, they both hit the ground.
After that, Kasumi took up a vigil at the body, none could move her. She weathered the storm, next to what was the shell of the man she loved. Eventually the storm passed, and she waited the night with his corpse.
Then, the sun came up, and, for the first time, she felt alive. In that morning, in the dawns new light, when Brama's power of creation had given the world birth anew, she truly learned the meaning of " In the beginning, God created... And it was Good..."
( nothing to do with the story itself, afterthoughts... read if you like)
Epilog- Brama
Brama is the Hindu deity of rebirth. It is believed that, after the cold and desolate nothingness, this being begins things anew. He stands as a reminder that even cold oblivion can yield something wonderful...
In the end, Vic was a failure. He failed to protect his love. He failed to stop the creature he had birthed, he failed to find truth...
And yet, there was something... The world went on after the death of this, truly noble soul. Even those he loved, would recover from his loss. In the words of Marshal Mathers " The beat went on...". But he had changed things. He had helped guide to lost souls. Had helped prove that life was worth living, and love was worth having, whatever the coast.
So perhaps none can change the world, it will always return to what it was. But humans, because they are made like god, can change themselves, and that is much more powerful then anything else, ever...
In the end we are the oblivion, a mere flash in the pan. Yet we can be as brilliant as we want, and if we, if even for a brief second, can help someone, life isn't a waste...
Game Over
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Authors Notes:
I finished!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I did it, I wrote a story!!! Yeah
I would like to thank all those who have taken the time to read this. I am sorry if it was a bit long or confusing...
I am also going to apologize for my spelling, which really sucks. If someone would like to edit these, in the future, I would be forever grateful....
Anyhow, well, that's it then. If you are taking the time to read this, damn, you like what I write. 3 Things, first, anyone who took the time to mail me, thank you so much, this is dedicated to you. 2 anyone who has a story, or is thinking about writing it, send it to me and I will be more then happy to read it. Writing is something everyone should try. It is just a great feeling to be able to create worlds, like this.
Well, thanks again, so much for reading this....
gratefully, the vary appreciative author,
Chaz
Death and futility
I the end, does it even matter? This question has haunted great hearts and minds for year. So what if I save him, he'll die anyways, why should I care? Yet somewhere in the intricate web of wants and needs, of sanity and foolishness, of ghoast worship and hope, yes, somewhere in man lies his need to care. If for only that brief second we have love, is that not worth everything. Yet, all human love, will end in pain...
Vic still couldn't believe it. It was like a dream, a wonderful, peaceful dream, he hoped never to wake up from. He and Kasumi had spent the whole morning doing absolutely nothing, and it had been wonderful. It was decided that, once this whole thing blew over, they would get a big house out in the middle of nowhere, like Iowa. They would have 2 kids, and a huge dog that barked at everything. They would leave their misery behind, and just be. It might have simply been fantasy, but in it was the fantasy that give people hope. It is the dream that drives them, not the truth.
" But you must get new close..." His angle said, disturbing him from his musing.
" Why? I like the way I dress..." Vic said, half playfully. If a change in attire was necessary, well that was a price worth paying for happiness. And they both felt happy. They both felt completer and whole. In one night they had learned all the mysteries of the universe. They had meet god, and themselfs and love. And they were now little more then children, happy to be alive. They still hadn't lost the dreams...
" You look like a..a deranged clown" At this she burst out laughing, and Vic fake tackled her.
" Well, don't forget, you picked this clown..." Vic said
" No, you made me" more laughter....
That is the fate of being happy. Neither of them noticed the darkening sky. Nor did they feel the destructive power that seemed to envelop the island. They missed all the warning signs, and never realized that it was here.
They left the hotel, very much in love, and very inebriated on that simple fact. To anyone looking, it was almost disgusting, the cooing and the holding, etc etc etc... But to them, the slightest sound, the gentlest touch, was more then any mere drug could be. Then, perhaps because fate has a horrible sense of humor, perhaps because they hadn't suffered enough, perhaps because shit happens, the battle began.
They were both walking, arm in arm, back from the mall, a new bag of close for Vic, when it started raining. The storm rose up, out of no where, and the very earth seemed to be ripped apart at the seems. The wind howled with the voice of the dead. The voice of warning, trying disparately to stop them from coming home, throwing everything it could. The earth itself seemed to be trying top wash away the evil that was so near. Trying to save them. It was worse then it had been the night Vic and his love's brother, had fought, much worse.
Any sane person would have heard the cry on the wind. They would have sought shelter. They would pray till the storm was done. But humans aren't sane. Vic and Kasumi only laughed at the storm, and admired it's beauty. The walked towards the hotel on a slow, but determined pace. The same pace a revolutionary walks with, when facing death by the state...
It was then the creature struck, near the beach, no more then 300 yards from the hotel. It seemed to appear out of nowhere, and forced them apart. Both let out a scream from the pain, of the newly broken ribs, and the fact they were apart. It moved with such incredible speed, that if one blinked, it would have seemed to have vanished a reappeared. It stood 10 ft in front of them, Kasumi lay about 4 ft. from Vic.
It was then that all hell's furry and destructive force was released. The waves of the sea roared with hatred, and the wind screamed with the voice of demons the haunt men's sleep. The very air smelled of death. And it was then, during the largest thunderclap ever, that It came into focus. For the first time, the destruction had a face to go with it's name. It stood only 4'5, and looked only 120 lbs. But there was something about It. Unlike the Omega man, and the Tengu, DOA Tec was going for fluency over power, finesse over strength. It's body was impossible tone, so that not one ounce of fat was on him. His muscles were not overbearing, but distinctly present. It's eyes were the most alarming trait about it. Unlike human eyes, which seem to show some light, hidden deep inside, this thing had only darkness. It seemed to spew this dark from every pour, but most of all his eyes. It was as if it was trying, and succeeding, to suck other peoples souls from their bodies, and to leave them an empty shell. They were two abysses that never ended, reviling a world of true nothingness. A world of unrelenting purity...
Vic got to his feat, and Kasumi followed suit. They said some really heroic stuff, that was drowned out by the storm. what was left, fell on It's cold ears, and was a waste. Yet they said the words anyways, as a broken witch Dr. will repeat a chant, after he has learned it is chemistry, not magic, that makes his potion work. It was there attempt to comfort themselfs, and nothing else knew or cared what they said.
Then Vic charged. He charged with all the lonely nights and broken days. He charged with his sorrow and sin. He charged with the rain blown into his eyes, and the dead screaming. He charged with his families demise in his eyes, with his mother's screams in his ears. He charged for her, the one person that mattered, the person he had to come home to the person...
Sharp pain. Unbelievable pain. Not all the agonies of hell combined, could dish out this much pain. He heard the dagger, in some far off part of his brain, being drawn out of his hot flesh. He heard Kasumi's sheiks of terror. He saw everything in slow motion, and, for the first time, noticed the water as it hit the concrete.
He feel. He hit the ground with such a force that the pillars of heaven itself shook, a force that seemed to bring the earth into the chaos of it's beginning. A force that ended and began all things...
And it was then, the most soulless and inhuman sound of uttered was heard. It was a sound so utterly cruel, that even satin was incapable of producing it. It was the sound of all the collected injustice and unfairness, in one voice. And it would have stolen any man's sanity, to hear. It was the sound of inhuman laughter.
Kasumi rushed over to Vic. The 3 second eternity it took her to reach him, was equal to many lifetimes. The wind howled even louder, and the sea roared of anger, and the dark creature approached her. She didn't notice, she didn't see It slowly, deliberately, walking towards her. She knelt by her love, who was, by now, soaked in his own blood. IT spilled out of the mouth she had loved so, and onto his nice new threads.
It was about to kill her too when a force, either acting out of pure good or evil, struck,. It struck with all the force and power it could muster. It struck for not having a fair life, and watching theirs ruined. It struck because it loved them both. The creature flew from Kasumi, with such a force that not even the purple haired savior was sure she delivered it. She looked on the horrid scene, and, although she had scene and done much worse, she felt hot tears of hate. She would punish this monster, she would redeem herself. She would prove herself worthy for her fathers love, with one, simple, act. She would fulfill her promise.
" You will never hurt these two again. I will stop you, no matter what it takes!!!!" She screamed with a force that overcame the storm, a force with much more then words on it, a force that she had given her very soul to....
The ensuing battle began. A battle for something much more then a mere planet or god, it was a battle to prove one's existence, a fight ageist the cold and unrelenting darkness. It was a voice screaming in a crowed of clones, 'I am one!!!!!!!!!!'
Kasumi didn't notice it. She didn't see her sisters fight, nor did she take note of how easily the monster was winning. It had become a cat, toying with it's pray. No, Kasumi's focus was on the one truth she had found. The one constant she never thought would stop. It was on her dying love...
" Hold on Vic, Mike you have got to hold on... We'll get help, it'll be alright, it's... it's just a scratch, Or Jesus don't die.... Oh god, whatever your name is...."
" I don't think even he can ( cough, chocking on his own blood) stop it now.."
" Don't speak, you.. You have to save your power, you you'll live..." She was in hysterias now, tears dripped of her eyes and onto Vic's face, and somehow, he knew those tears from the rest of the rain.
" You are a bad lier, don't do it ( winces in pain) My love...."
His blood stained hand reaches towards her, she lets it stroke her face. Vics face is distorted from the amount of pain this simple gesture is giving him, yet he continued. There is something he is drawing from this simple motion, something worth far more then the pain.
Her face winced at his pain, yet his touch gave her more comfort then any words could. She could feel his blood being smeared on her cheek, dripping down onto her shirt, and it's warmth comforted her. Her tears were flowing now, there was no longer any point in holding them back.
" Vic," she whimpered, almost as if she said it any louder, the force of the words would dry him up and blow him away. " Mike, don't leave me, please!!!!" She screamed, forgetting all concepts of shame and honor, yielding to her emotions, regressing to a child like state of mind " I'll be better, I swear it, Just don't leave me, please!!!"
" I don't have a choice, in the end, neither of us did... ( pain, blacks out for a few seconds)... I, will always love you. It's funny, when I want to live again, I die. But I would rather have spent the three days I did with you, then ( another black out, it is merely his will that is keeping him alive now) go a lifetime without you. It is so short and precious, our life, gone in a heart beat, That's funny, yes God, I am ready to forgive myse..." His voice feel silent, never to be heard again in this world.
The pool of his blood had now soaked her outfit, but she didn't care. She held his lifeless hand to cheek, unable to believe he was gone. She held it there until it started to grow cold. Cold of the death and nothingness.
She cried, for what seemed like an eternity she cried. She cried about how unfair it was. Cried out why she had to bear this. Cried out why did it have to be like this. Cried out to some cold, distant and apatetic god. Then she heard another's cry...
It was the cry of her sister. It had grown tired of the game it was playing and began to fight for real. She was pined by a wall, and the monster was prepared to give the final blow.
At that a flash flooded Kasumi's mind. All the memories, all the pain and pleasure, her life, her soul her vary essence found it's way to her lips, and she screamed with a voice that was the same as the angle of destruction's horn. She screamed, " FUCK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Her whole being experienced something few ever do, one common purpose. Her mind, body and soul were all in agreement, and from theat, a great strength bubbled up. The way a person is most dangerous is if they have nothing to lose, and something to fight for. She had both. She unleashed a series of attacks that, to this day, Ayane describes as " fucking unbelievable."
The creature, for it's part, did it's best. But no enemy in the universe, short of God, could have stopped her. For the first time, right before it's destruction, the creature felt an emotion and it's black eyes lite up with this feeling. It was the feeling of fear. Then It was done, the creature head flew in one direction, and it's body in another, they both hit the ground.
After that, Kasumi took up a vigil at the body, none could move her. She weathered the storm, next to what was the shell of the man she loved. Eventually the storm passed, and she waited the night with his corpse.
Then, the sun came up, and, for the first time, she felt alive. In that morning, in the dawns new light, when Brama's power of creation had given the world birth anew, she truly learned the meaning of " In the beginning, God created... And it was Good..."
( nothing to do with the story itself, afterthoughts... read if you like)
Epilog- Brama
Brama is the Hindu deity of rebirth. It is believed that, after the cold and desolate nothingness, this being begins things anew. He stands as a reminder that even cold oblivion can yield something wonderful...
In the end, Vic was a failure. He failed to protect his love. He failed to stop the creature he had birthed, he failed to find truth...
And yet, there was something... The world went on after the death of this, truly noble soul. Even those he loved, would recover from his loss. In the words of Marshal Mathers " The beat went on...". But he had changed things. He had helped guide to lost souls. Had helped prove that life was worth living, and love was worth having, whatever the coast.
So perhaps none can change the world, it will always return to what it was. But humans, because they are made like god, can change themselves, and that is much more powerful then anything else, ever...
In the end we are the oblivion, a mere flash in the pan. Yet we can be as brilliant as we want, and if we, if even for a brief second, can help someone, life isn't a waste...
Game Over
Continue?
9,8,7,6,5,4,3,2,1...0
Authors Notes:
I finished!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I did it, I wrote a story!!! Yeah
I would like to thank all those who have taken the time to read this. I am sorry if it was a bit long or confusing...
I am also going to apologize for my spelling, which really sucks. If someone would like to edit these, in the future, I would be forever grateful....
Anyhow, well, that's it then. If you are taking the time to read this, damn, you like what I write. 3 Things, first, anyone who took the time to mail me, thank you so much, this is dedicated to you. 2 anyone who has a story, or is thinking about writing it, send it to me and I will be more then happy to read it. Writing is something everyone should try. It is just a great feeling to be able to create worlds, like this.
Well, thanks again, so much for reading this....
gratefully, the vary appreciative author,
Chaz