Disclaimer: i own no-one except Zhou Yan in this fic
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--Chapter 3:Defeat--
Gripped with fear, Zhou Yan could do nothing but watch as his comrade's were slain without any mercy or resent. He could feel the could sweat on the back of his neck making, trickling down his spine. Every muscle in his body was frozen. It was as if he had been turned to stone. The features on his face which normally showed cold, heatless eyes we're scrunched up so tight, that tears were forming in the corners of his eyes. He looked back and saw, with great dis-belief, Liu Bei's, Zhang Fei's and Guan Yu's bodies laying motionless on the floor. "Now" said the man who was still holding the knife pressed against his throat "it is time for you to witness the way of peace".
Something inside him just snapped. That was the final straw. "Peace?!" he cried "How can you talk of peace with such weapons?!" he struggled, even with the knife which seemed to be cutting away slowly at his neck, pressed against it. "Why fool yourself into thinking that he wont do the same to you?!" said Zhou Yan, formulating a plan in his mind.
"We" said one of the guards behind him "are the children of peace, destined to rule the lands by the heavens".
"And have you ever been to these so called 'heavens'?! How do you know that he isn't just lying to you, and that this is nothing more than a cheap trick! He's using you like a puppet master animates his marionettes! Cant you see that?!"
"ENOUGH" said the one with the knife, suddenly becoming enraged and enfuriated. "Now, you shall witness true pain at the hands of the heavens!" and without a moment to spare, he jammed the knife straight into Zhou Yan's gut. Blood slowly trickled out of the wound, and Zhou Yan cried out in pain. It was then when he felt a force, like he had never felt before. It was like electricity, flowing through his body, charging him full of energy. He had never felt so strong, so aware of his surroundings. He was working up into such a frenzy that electricity seemed to spark off of him in all directions.
Knowing that the only way out of this situation was to fight, he lunged foreward off the roof, quickly snapping his double axe back up and clung onto the side of the house. Then, as graceful as a cat, he re-bounded off of it and brought shining death upon the one who had stabbed him. He stood there, as angry as hell itself, and began to start his musou. But something was different. Everytime he hit the enemy, flames charged through his arms and out the tip of his weapon, onto the victim, causing yet even more pain. 30 seconds later, the men around him lay on the floor dead.
"Blue lightning" he called, the blood flowing out of his wound was now coming faster. He could feel himself losing conciousness fast. He double up and put his hand on his mid-section to stop the bleeding, but to no success. He looked up again, into the street filled with the orange glow from the fire around him, and saw a blue flash come charging through the city. "B-blue lightni-ugh" he managed to say before he passed out and fell off of the roof and onto the floor. He closed his eyes and slept, unbeknown to the world. . .
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A/N: tee hee hee, my 1st created charachter dies already. . . or does he? ;)