A Spark of Hope through a Sorrowful Death
Chapter 2: Avalanche of Memories, Broken Barrier of Emotions/Engulfed in a Flood of the Past
He clutched at his head with his hands, digging his fingernails deep into his scalp as the memories and the emotions tied so deeply to them overflowed into his body. He could feel them enveloping him, his skin tingling with the amount of energy and emotion behind the flood. First hot, then cold, it was like he was still alive, still had a body.
Then the barage of memories slowed, and although he could feel them swimming around inside his head, just one seemed to seep into the darkness around him now and he was then engulfed by a single memory.
And it was the last thing he wanted to remember right now.
Shock flooded through his body. The scene was so vivid, it was like he was living it again.
The look of pain and shock in her eyes as the sword went into her back, and then the sorrow, and love that it was soon replaced by as she stared into his eyes.
Nakago couldn't help but shiver. Soi...Oh, Gods Soi, I'm so sorry...You know...I-I truly did love you...Even if I never told you...Maybe I just didn't want to admit it to myself, to admit such a huge weakness as love...But now...Now that doesn't matter...
She was kissing his lips, he could even feel them, how they had already started to loose some of their warmth. Had her face been pale from shock or loss of blood? He was too enveloped now by the emotions he had held back the first time to notice.
Shock...Sadness...Pain...Grief...Lonliness...
He could feel her tears against his cheek, some even left behind as she went limp and collapsed. The feel of her chi leaving her body, and being able to sense both spiritually and physically that she was gone. It was like someone was ripping out his heart strings, like his soul had suffered a mighty battle, as if it had been stabbed and cut and bruised all over, but all he could do was stare in shock.
The scene faded and he was carrying her inside the palace. He leaned her against the wall, not wanting to soil her body with the blood that he was about to shed. He could feel himself going numb inside. Something was broken, he didn't care anymore. His thirst for revenge had subsided, something he had never thought would happen.
The guards dropped like flies around him, their blood spurting out to splash against his cloak and armor, but he ignored it. What was a little blood from some more deaths? Nothing...
His goal was in sight. The emporer stood unprotected in front of him. He couldn't even manage one of his sadistic smiles. It seemed like now his revenge had dwindled down to the task of taking out the garbage. He approached the already wounded emporer and plunged his hand through the man's chest. No, he wasn't a man, he was a monster, and deserved the brutal death that was now being delivered to him.
And soon he was nothing more than a spray of blood against the walls.
He could barely feel the blood that covered his hand and dripped down to run over his armor. No sooner had the job been done his eyes were on Soi again. The emporer had been made to feel his pain, and the pain of his people, but what good was that now? Now that the love he had once had and had finally grown to understand was lost.
The scene flickered and the memory changed again.
"Kaasama!" And there was an explosion of his chi that equally represented the anger and pain he had felt when he had looked upon his mother and those terrible soldiers, and as his energy calmed and he opened his eyes, all he saw was blood. Blood and the almost empty suits of armor, and the shattered swords, and the broken bloody remnants of his mother. All deaths he had caused. He had killed the one he had loved the most.
The memories of the emporer went by in a blur, his mind too fixated on his mother.
Thess memories too faded but then left him to the darkness. He hadn't realized until the whirlpool of memories subsided into a some-what calmer pool that he had been crying. He was on his hands and knees trying to suck in air between the sobs. He hadn't cried this much since he was what? Ten, eleven years old?
But it was such a sick and twisted irony! The two people he had loved and cherished were dead because of him, and died horrible deaths as well. But, then again, he was dead too now.
He used his hands to push himself up and then stood straight, letting the last of his tears dry on his cheeks.
He could feel as well as see the darkness around him fade, but it wasn't into a memory, it was more like into...the present?
There was a small village before him, one he had never seen before, and one hut that was closer to him than the rest.
He approached it at a casual pace and curiously peered in through the window, wondering what could have possibly drawn him here.
It was then that he noticed a girl around seventeen years old, tears streaming down her face, a dagger plunged deep into one wrist, the other one dripping, no, more like streaming blood.
For a second, another scene seemed to blur and then weave itself into and over this one. It looked like an over-enlarged fabric of light blue threads, and it was almost as if he could see this girl's being interwoven among them.
Something about the thread and the way it interplayed with the others made him want to help her with a desire that overcame all his memories and now made her the subject of his attention.
"Stop!" he yelled. Could she hear him? She seemed to freeze at the sound of his voice, but he was dead.
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A/N: You enjoy? Then please review! And remember to stick around for the rest of the fic!
NEXT CHAPTER!!
Who is he? An angel? The golden-haired being seemed to be surrounded in an aura of pure white light. She was so awestuck by his prescence that she dropped her dagger and didn't notice his lack of wings. Had the Gods sent her an angel to stop her, or was she hallucinating from lack of blood?
Chapter 3: The Golden Haired Angel (or just until I come up with a better title...*sweatdrop*)
Chapter 2: Avalanche of Memories, Broken Barrier of Emotions/Engulfed in a Flood of the Past
He clutched at his head with his hands, digging his fingernails deep into his scalp as the memories and the emotions tied so deeply to them overflowed into his body. He could feel them enveloping him, his skin tingling with the amount of energy and emotion behind the flood. First hot, then cold, it was like he was still alive, still had a body.
Then the barage of memories slowed, and although he could feel them swimming around inside his head, just one seemed to seep into the darkness around him now and he was then engulfed by a single memory.
And it was the last thing he wanted to remember right now.
Shock flooded through his body. The scene was so vivid, it was like he was living it again.
The look of pain and shock in her eyes as the sword went into her back, and then the sorrow, and love that it was soon replaced by as she stared into his eyes.
Nakago couldn't help but shiver. Soi...Oh, Gods Soi, I'm so sorry...You know...I-I truly did love you...Even if I never told you...Maybe I just didn't want to admit it to myself, to admit such a huge weakness as love...But now...Now that doesn't matter...
She was kissing his lips, he could even feel them, how they had already started to loose some of their warmth. Had her face been pale from shock or loss of blood? He was too enveloped now by the emotions he had held back the first time to notice.
Shock...Sadness...Pain...Grief...Lonliness...
He could feel her tears against his cheek, some even left behind as she went limp and collapsed. The feel of her chi leaving her body, and being able to sense both spiritually and physically that she was gone. It was like someone was ripping out his heart strings, like his soul had suffered a mighty battle, as if it had been stabbed and cut and bruised all over, but all he could do was stare in shock.
The scene faded and he was carrying her inside the palace. He leaned her against the wall, not wanting to soil her body with the blood that he was about to shed. He could feel himself going numb inside. Something was broken, he didn't care anymore. His thirst for revenge had subsided, something he had never thought would happen.
The guards dropped like flies around him, their blood spurting out to splash against his cloak and armor, but he ignored it. What was a little blood from some more deaths? Nothing...
His goal was in sight. The emporer stood unprotected in front of him. He couldn't even manage one of his sadistic smiles. It seemed like now his revenge had dwindled down to the task of taking out the garbage. He approached the already wounded emporer and plunged his hand through the man's chest. No, he wasn't a man, he was a monster, and deserved the brutal death that was now being delivered to him.
And soon he was nothing more than a spray of blood against the walls.
He could barely feel the blood that covered his hand and dripped down to run over his armor. No sooner had the job been done his eyes were on Soi again. The emporer had been made to feel his pain, and the pain of his people, but what good was that now? Now that the love he had once had and had finally grown to understand was lost.
The scene flickered and the memory changed again.
"Kaasama!" And there was an explosion of his chi that equally represented the anger and pain he had felt when he had looked upon his mother and those terrible soldiers, and as his energy calmed and he opened his eyes, all he saw was blood. Blood and the almost empty suits of armor, and the shattered swords, and the broken bloody remnants of his mother. All deaths he had caused. He had killed the one he had loved the most.
The memories of the emporer went by in a blur, his mind too fixated on his mother.
Thess memories too faded but then left him to the darkness. He hadn't realized until the whirlpool of memories subsided into a some-what calmer pool that he had been crying. He was on his hands and knees trying to suck in air between the sobs. He hadn't cried this much since he was what? Ten, eleven years old?
But it was such a sick and twisted irony! The two people he had loved and cherished were dead because of him, and died horrible deaths as well. But, then again, he was dead too now.
He used his hands to push himself up and then stood straight, letting the last of his tears dry on his cheeks.
He could feel as well as see the darkness around him fade, but it wasn't into a memory, it was more like into...the present?
There was a small village before him, one he had never seen before, and one hut that was closer to him than the rest.
He approached it at a casual pace and curiously peered in through the window, wondering what could have possibly drawn him here.
It was then that he noticed a girl around seventeen years old, tears streaming down her face, a dagger plunged deep into one wrist, the other one dripping, no, more like streaming blood.
For a second, another scene seemed to blur and then weave itself into and over this one. It looked like an over-enlarged fabric of light blue threads, and it was almost as if he could see this girl's being interwoven among them.
Something about the thread and the way it interplayed with the others made him want to help her with a desire that overcame all his memories and now made her the subject of his attention.
"Stop!" he yelled. Could she hear him? She seemed to freeze at the sound of his voice, but he was dead.
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A/N: You enjoy? Then please review! And remember to stick around for the rest of the fic!
NEXT CHAPTER!!
Who is he? An angel? The golden-haired being seemed to be surrounded in an aura of pure white light. She was so awestuck by his prescence that she dropped her dagger and didn't notice his lack of wings. Had the Gods sent her an angel to stop her, or was she hallucinating from lack of blood?
Chapter 3: The Golden Haired Angel (or just until I come up with a better title...*sweatdrop*)