Chapter 4
I felt the bones in my head quickly repair after taking a devastating blow. As I slowly stood up I realized why I felt so strange and sad. I saw my father lying beside me bleeding from his mouth, but the blood wasn't his, it was mine. The minute I saw this the whole fight came back to me, the agony I had experienced, the horror I had beheld as I had changed my own father.
My head became numb and I thought of a million ways at once to deal with this. Did I want to let him wake up and see the horror of what he had become? Or did I want to do the merciful thing and just let him remember the beautiful world he had always known, let him die with those memories.
Something in my head wanted me to kill him out of pure rage and hatred for Zellech, but he was my father and I just did not know how I could do such a thing to him. Slowly, I drew a decorated bronze roman knife from my deerskin belt and stared at it as my sanity slowly slipped away. I saw his eyes open and said the last words to him he would ever hear in this world. "Father I cannot force you to live in such a world, a world of torture and mayhem, so I release you from your disease, I will love you forever." as I said these words I slowly brought my knife into the air and slammed it down into his heart seeing his body surge with quick pain, then death.
I rolled over onto my side and started crying uncontrollably for what I had just done I would never be forgiven for.
"Zellech, on my fathers death bed I swear to you I will slay you and put you through every ounce of torture you have put me through, you will not know the meaning of the world merciless till that day comes! I screamed at the sky wondering if he could hear me right now.
Later that night I burned my fathers corpse and let his ashes drift their different ways onto the land where he had shown me everything I'd ever wanted or known until that day, that unspoken day of torture.
I walked away from my father's body without shedding another tear; I walked towards a well-known roman encampment. I was full with rage and needed something to calm it and these Romans looked like the perfect scratching post.
I walked casually into their camp and without even thinking of it shot blasts of power into three Romans killing them instantly. The rest came at me, swords drawn and I slaughtered them.watching their bodies fall with sword slashes and knife gashes in them. It was like watching a ballet, but instead of fueled by beauty, it was fueled by pure rage. Slowly, I let down the last body of the fifteen men I had killed, taking little blood. It looked just like a barbarian raiding party had slaughtered them, so I knew there would be no suspicion on who did it. This was the first time in my life I had ever killed, for the sake of killing. Was I becoming as heartless as Zellech? Only time would tell.
I walked away from the encampment fang glistening and deerskin garments soaked with blood. I had armed myself with many of their weapons and began doing the only thing I knew how to do besides kill. I began trailing Zellech.
"I will get you Zellech no matter how long it takes." I vowed silently to myself.
I felt the bones in my head quickly repair after taking a devastating blow. As I slowly stood up I realized why I felt so strange and sad. I saw my father lying beside me bleeding from his mouth, but the blood wasn't his, it was mine. The minute I saw this the whole fight came back to me, the agony I had experienced, the horror I had beheld as I had changed my own father.
My head became numb and I thought of a million ways at once to deal with this. Did I want to let him wake up and see the horror of what he had become? Or did I want to do the merciful thing and just let him remember the beautiful world he had always known, let him die with those memories.
Something in my head wanted me to kill him out of pure rage and hatred for Zellech, but he was my father and I just did not know how I could do such a thing to him. Slowly, I drew a decorated bronze roman knife from my deerskin belt and stared at it as my sanity slowly slipped away. I saw his eyes open and said the last words to him he would ever hear in this world. "Father I cannot force you to live in such a world, a world of torture and mayhem, so I release you from your disease, I will love you forever." as I said these words I slowly brought my knife into the air and slammed it down into his heart seeing his body surge with quick pain, then death.
I rolled over onto my side and started crying uncontrollably for what I had just done I would never be forgiven for.
"Zellech, on my fathers death bed I swear to you I will slay you and put you through every ounce of torture you have put me through, you will not know the meaning of the world merciless till that day comes! I screamed at the sky wondering if he could hear me right now.
Later that night I burned my fathers corpse and let his ashes drift their different ways onto the land where he had shown me everything I'd ever wanted or known until that day, that unspoken day of torture.
I walked away from my father's body without shedding another tear; I walked towards a well-known roman encampment. I was full with rage and needed something to calm it and these Romans looked like the perfect scratching post.
I walked casually into their camp and without even thinking of it shot blasts of power into three Romans killing them instantly. The rest came at me, swords drawn and I slaughtered them.watching their bodies fall with sword slashes and knife gashes in them. It was like watching a ballet, but instead of fueled by beauty, it was fueled by pure rage. Slowly, I let down the last body of the fifteen men I had killed, taking little blood. It looked just like a barbarian raiding party had slaughtered them, so I knew there would be no suspicion on who did it. This was the first time in my life I had ever killed, for the sake of killing. Was I becoming as heartless as Zellech? Only time would tell.
I walked away from the encampment fang glistening and deerskin garments soaked with blood. I had armed myself with many of their weapons and began doing the only thing I knew how to do besides kill. I began trailing Zellech.
"I will get you Zellech no matter how long it takes." I vowed silently to myself.