Years Beyond Memory
Chapter 2- The Brave Solder.
Heero was shocked and scared at what he saw. 'How could there be no blood?!' Heero thought as he stood in shock. All his fear came back to him as he remembered what happened after his father beat him. He looked at the knife one more time and then remembered what it said. " Nothing could hurt you, not even time. Only yourself has the power to do it."
He looked at the blade one last time and ran. He didn't know what he was running from maybe his own fear, his future maybe? Not even he knew. He went to the cemetery and stayed there until he had his fill of the corpse that seemed to mock him. Heero looked at the dark night sky and noticed it stayed the same. Wherever he went the night always stayed the same. Relief came over him as he thought of this. He laid on the grassy floor and looked at the sky again. He was back home again, he closed his eyes and imagined his house and the farm which he took care of.
The sun crept over the clouds and he opened his eyes. Yawning as he got up he looked around him. He was in Italy again. Another sigh escaped his lips. He started to walk away from the cemetery when he stepped on something. It was a mask. An old white one with holes cut into the eyes and mouth. It was covered in dirt though, you could tell because it had cracks on both the cheeks. The edges of the eyes where framed with green paint. And the frame of the mask was covered with a gray trimming.
He picked up the mask and put it on his face. He saw perfectly, he then walked back to town and looked around.
Villagers stared at him as he passed them. He heard muttering all around him. 'How's the man in the mask?' they all said as they stared at him.
Heero just walked through the streets emotionless. No thoughts raced through his mind, he was like a walking statue.
"Do you want a ticket?" One of the men asked as Heero stopped and saw where he was. With a nod the man gave him one and let him on the ship that would take him home.
The ships took months crossing water. A plague seemed to spread all over the ship. Heero was the only one that seemed fine about the idea. Other mummers came up about him, 'Maybe he's a witch?' The said. They acted like he couldn't hear them, but he could. A small and cunning grin came on Heero's face. Of course it was hidden from the mask he wore. They day flew by like minutes. It was winter and the night stayed longer in the sky.
Heero again looked at the stars they seemed like diamonds in the sky. The sky was the only proof he had that they was more out there. More that he didn't know. He just had to live his life with no worry of illness or sharp objects killing him.
"Land!" On of the crew said. It was in the middle of the night when they got off. Breathing in, Heero knew he was home. The smell was all too familiar to him. He walked through streets that he knew since he was a boy. He came to his house, not long after. Smoke was emitting from the chimney.
Suspicion and fear came over him, he walked into the house and saw Daniel Watson. He lived in the village. He was about 40 years old, tall, brown hair and blue eyes.
"What are you doing in my house." Heero said.
"Your house?" He said as he laughed at him.
Heero glared at him, but the man still laughed not paying attention to him. "And who are you?" He said chuckling.
Heero took off his mask, still glaring with all the anger that was in him. The chuckling stopped as he looked at who it was.
"Heero... but your suppose to be in Italy..." Daniel said as he looked at Heero.
"How would you know that." Heero asked looking at him questioningly.
The man shrugged. "Talk."
Heero looked into his eyes, he didn't know why, but he knew he was lying. "You lie." Heero said sternly.
"You paid them to kill my father didn't you!" Heero yelled at him.
"How did you know that?" Daniel said.
Daniel sighed, he walked up to Heero and grabbed the edge of his shirt making a fist in it. "Now you listen to me boy. That stays between me and you." The man said as he smiled in an insanely kind of way.
Heero took a deep breathe and he spit in his face. "You'll never get away with this!" Heero yelled.
The man gave another sick smile and hit Heero across the face. Heero being so enraged fought back. He use to let people hit him and let it be over with. But not now.
Heero stared punching him with all the strength he had. Anger and misery went with it. All the years he was beaten and almost killed came out that day. The door creaked as the wind blew it. Heero with came out, and shut it. He walked out of the house with no response. He had the mask in his face. The cool night air blew around his face and cooled it off. He put on the mask and walked into the night.
The sun came up hours later. Heero was gone. A man walked up to the house, "Daniel, we're going to be late." He said as he yelled through the door. The man sighed, and opened the door, his eyes widen as he saw what used to be his friend.
The body was torn completely, as if a wild animal came there and killed him just for the pleasure. Scratches were seen all over him, deep ones like made from a blade but not. His head torn completely off, it sat on the table and faced the door. The man ran out of the house and told what everyone who lived there what he saw.
Heero slept all that day. When he awoke he saw that the sun was setting. He thought of the night before. "Why did I do that?" He asked himself in the darkness. He cut the mans flesh with his own hands.
Heero turned away from that thought. He didn't want those memories coming back.
"Who did this to him?" A man said. He was one of the kings guards. No one answered. "Why don't we ask the lady in the caves." A little boy said but his mother shut his mouth after wards.
"The lady in the caves?" The guard asked.
An old man stepped forward. There is a cave not far from here, it is said that a witch lives in them. The man thought for awhile and looked again at the mangled body that was left on the floor. "If it helps to find out who's responsible for this, why not try."
The guard looked again, but saw something else. A piece of clothe that the was all bloodied, but he noticed it wasn't his. It was in half of the mans hand. The guard grabbed it and examined it. 'It must have been the persons who killed him.' He thought.
He went to the cave in which the old man instructed him to. The cave different then he imagined.
"He...Hello."
"Sit down." Came a voice, he didn't know who it was, but he did as instructed. "What brings you here?" It said.
"They say you could tell me who killed a man?" He said.
"Do you have a token?"
" Yes." He said in a shaky voice as he held out the piece of clothe which he found. The figure came up to him and snatched the clothe from him. It was on the other side of the room looking at the clothe.
"So.." He said.
The figure smiled. "So he is back." It said.
"Who is?"
The figure looked at the guard. "He deserved what he got. The man who killed him, lived there. You can not hurt him. Even if you cut off his head, he will still live." With a blink from the guards eye the figure vanished. The guard scared out of his mind, left the cave as fast as he could.
"So did you find out who did it?" One of the villagers asked him.
The guard looked at him for a moment to recount the events that happened. "Can I ask you who used to live there before him?" He said as he looked at the people.
Everyone looked at each other for a moment and then the same man stepped forward. "Odin Yuy was killed, we found the body laying on the floor."
The guard looked at the floor. " Did he have a son or a daughter?"
"Well yes, he did." The man put his finger on his chin. "What was his name.... Ah yes his name was Heero Yuy."
"So where is he."
"We seen someone carrying him on board to Italy." The man said.
"Italy?"
The man nodded. "Why don't you go see the witch again?!" A little boy asked. The guard shook his head indicating that he wasn't.
"I too think it's the only way to find him, if he is back." The man said.
The guard looked at him. Stood up. "Fine."
He went back to the caves that seemed to heighten his fear. "Anny one here?" He yelled.
"Back so soon." Came a screech as if it was coming from the dirt itself.
"What do want now."
"Where is he!" The guard yelled.
"You have a lot of pride solder. It might be your fall."
"Just tell me where he is."
The figure came out of the shadows. The clothe still in it's hand. It picked up a bottle out of nowhere it seemed.
"You are stronger than most solder. Maybe one of the strongest that will ever be in this era." The guard was pleased with this statement.
" But you are nothing compared to him. He is the prefect solder. Others will be as strong as you but will come in very few numbers. He there will be only one who will be able to match his strength."
"Who is this one?"
"The child is not born yet, not for many centuries."
"Drink this." It opened he's mouth and poured a liquid into the guards mouth.
Ten seconds later the guard collapsed on the floor.
The sun shined in his eyes as he awoke. "Where am I." He noticed he wasn't in the cave or at his house. He was laying in some kind of barn. He got up and walked out, the guard stopped dead in his tracks as he heard a voice in the wind. "I have given you the same gift as the other. And now I too shall tell you what I told him... Nothing could hurt you, not even time. Only yourself has the power to do it. Remember these words." The voice stopped and then there was silence.
The guard stood up and looked at his arms. He shrugged. " I'm fine. Must've been another dream." He said to himself. And walked off.
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Well chapter 2 is up. I hope you like it. Tell me what you think okay. If you don't like it give reasons. But on the man part... Review!
