Disclaimer: The lyrics belong to Metallica... Do I LOOK like Metallica to you?
Author's notes: Eeh, I really want to thank snowangel: goddess of wolves and Amara for your great reviews. ^_^ I'm so glad that some people are still reading this! And you flatter me way too much. Heh. ^^ Well, it didn't take TOO long to get this chapter out, did it? 'Tisn't much, I know, but I plan to get straight away on writing the next chapter. Also, I've been looking forward to writing this one; it's kind of a turning point, if you'll notice. Anyway, enjoy. ^.^
Chapter sixteen
Roy's POV
"Mama, they try and break me..."
The struggle had ended... The screaming had subsided... I was alone... For the time being.
"The window burns to light the way back home
A light that warms no matter where they go
They're off to find the hero of the day
But what if they should fall by someone's wicked ways?"
I just lay there, nothing separating my bare skin from the cold, hard interior of the cell. My body was slumped against one of the walls, just as it was when he was done with it. While left in my solitude, my eyes cast across the room, with their cold stare beating on the dark walls but seeing nothing. Nothing to me. Everything of value to me was now left in my mind. After all was said and done, I was left with only my thoughts.
'Is this it? Everything I've worked for, everything I've been fighting to free... It all led me here. This is the path I'm left to? To be locked forever in here as this sick man's... Slave? I was a warrior. I was strong and proud. I devoted my life to helping others live their own. Now my only purpose is to fufill his disgusting desires. Is this a sign? That all of my devotion to fighting for what's right is only a waste? Maybe... I'm just not enough.'
"Still the window burns
Time so slowly turns
Someone there is sighing
Keepers of the flames
Can't you feel your names?
Can't you hear your babies crying?"
'To think, I considered them my friends. With everything they meant to me... Link, Zelda, Falco... And Marth. I thought he loved me. What happened to that? How could he just throw me to him like that? I thought he would trust me well enough to know that I wa lying. I truly cared about him... Trusted him. I guess that was just another mistake. I never knew he was such a skilled actor, to make me think I meant something to him as he did to me. Or maybe he was just feeding my infatuation with him, becase he didn't have the heart to turn such a pitiful thing down. Well, he won't have to worry about that anymore, I suppose.'
"Excuse me while I tend to how I feel
These things return to me that still seem real
Now deservingly, this easy chair
But the rocking starts by wheels of despair."
'I can't believe I live for seventeen years thinking that I could make such a difference. I guess now I'm faced with the reality that I was just a fool to think that I could be so important. All of my hard work and bloodshed was in vain. All I am now is a weak body for this man; something for him to control. And there's nothing I can do to change that. I've lost a reason to fight anymore.
'I have forgotten what I'm fighting for.'
"Don't want your hate
But the fist I make for you can hold appeal
No, I'm not all me
So please excuse me while I tend to how I feel."
I felt as if I could cry, but I was too drained to do anything. All I could do was lay there, wondering what would become of the fallen warrior that I was. But my solitude didn't last; it wasn't long before I heard the metal hissing of the lock being opened, and Ganondorf's cold hands grasped around my arms, roughly pulling me out of the cesspit.
Author's notes: Eeh, I really want to thank snowangel: goddess of wolves and Amara for your great reviews. ^_^ I'm so glad that some people are still reading this! And you flatter me way too much. Heh. ^^ Well, it didn't take TOO long to get this chapter out, did it? 'Tisn't much, I know, but I plan to get straight away on writing the next chapter. Also, I've been looking forward to writing this one; it's kind of a turning point, if you'll notice. Anyway, enjoy. ^.^
Chapter sixteen
Roy's POV
"Mama, they try and break me..."
The struggle had ended... The screaming had subsided... I was alone... For the time being.
"The window burns to light the way back home
A light that warms no matter where they go
They're off to find the hero of the day
But what if they should fall by someone's wicked ways?"
I just lay there, nothing separating my bare skin from the cold, hard interior of the cell. My body was slumped against one of the walls, just as it was when he was done with it. While left in my solitude, my eyes cast across the room, with their cold stare beating on the dark walls but seeing nothing. Nothing to me. Everything of value to me was now left in my mind. After all was said and done, I was left with only my thoughts.
'Is this it? Everything I've worked for, everything I've been fighting to free... It all led me here. This is the path I'm left to? To be locked forever in here as this sick man's... Slave? I was a warrior. I was strong and proud. I devoted my life to helping others live their own. Now my only purpose is to fufill his disgusting desires. Is this a sign? That all of my devotion to fighting for what's right is only a waste? Maybe... I'm just not enough.'
"Still the window burns
Time so slowly turns
Someone there is sighing
Keepers of the flames
Can't you feel your names?
Can't you hear your babies crying?"
'To think, I considered them my friends. With everything they meant to me... Link, Zelda, Falco... And Marth. I thought he loved me. What happened to that? How could he just throw me to him like that? I thought he would trust me well enough to know that I wa lying. I truly cared about him... Trusted him. I guess that was just another mistake. I never knew he was such a skilled actor, to make me think I meant something to him as he did to me. Or maybe he was just feeding my infatuation with him, becase he didn't have the heart to turn such a pitiful thing down. Well, he won't have to worry about that anymore, I suppose.'
"Excuse me while I tend to how I feel
These things return to me that still seem real
Now deservingly, this easy chair
But the rocking starts by wheels of despair."
'I can't believe I live for seventeen years thinking that I could make such a difference. I guess now I'm faced with the reality that I was just a fool to think that I could be so important. All of my hard work and bloodshed was in vain. All I am now is a weak body for this man; something for him to control. And there's nothing I can do to change that. I've lost a reason to fight anymore.
'I have forgotten what I'm fighting for.'
"Don't want your hate
But the fist I make for you can hold appeal
No, I'm not all me
So please excuse me while I tend to how I feel."
I felt as if I could cry, but I was too drained to do anything. All I could do was lay there, wondering what would become of the fallen warrior that I was. But my solitude didn't last; it wasn't long before I heard the metal hissing of the lock being opened, and Ganondorf's cold hands grasped around my arms, roughly pulling me out of the cesspit.