"Raging river, take my life. I feed your mouth, so make it quick. Swallow
me up, and I will be forever lost. Lost in the shadows. Gone, unnoticed.
Never to be seen again. Never to be even remembered." He heard her say as
he sat perched in the tree watching her. He continued to listen.
"Oh how frightened I am. I don't want to do this, but I know I must. The roar of this river is calling to me in a threatening voice. The downpour is pushing me further to my doom. The lightning is showing me the way, though I already know it by heart. Straight down into the dark abyss. First down river's mouth then to the guts of Hell itself. I served my purpose in this corrupted world. I was used and used over again, and now there is nothing left. It is time for me to be discarded and forgotten." "NO!" he thought to himself, not speaking aloud due to his quite nature. "I should go and stop her.but I cant I don't want to give my self away." Kirghiz sat there watching with horror until he saw him drive up. Marik Ishtar, though Kirghiz didn't know it now, Marik would become an enemy and someone not to be trusted.
"Don't do it." He heard him say "Please don't," he repeated. "That isn't a nice way to die." Kirghiz knew where this would be going in the long run and wanted to stop it but he couldn't because he was so used to not being noticed and seen.
Kirghiz sat there watching as Zalika held onto Marik, his eyes filled with sadness and anger, both emotions he knew very well. He had, for as long as he could remember, been in love with Zalika and had been following her for a long time, secretly in the shadows always watching. Kirghiz watched with rage and hatred as Marik drove off with Zalika knowing that this would not be the last time he would feel hate towards him.
Kirghiz waited in the rain for around another ten minutes thinking to himself before jumping out and walking to his house, a small rundown house in the suburbs that had been long neglected. He passed a few cars and sighed deeply wishing now more than ever that he had stepped out and stopped her before Marik had.
Kirghiz arrived at his home around an hour later and pushed open the door sighing some. He took off his worn leather jacket and tossed it on a couch, he then sat down on a chair and turned on the TV watching the weather.
"I must be with her" He thought to himself and sighed again standing up and going to his basement. He looked around some and found a small dagger and a handgun.
"I know that in the end, this will result in violence and I feel bad about this but it must be done if I am to achieve happiness." He holstered the gun and slid the dagger behind him in his pants and walked up the stairs again.
Kirghiz put his coat on once again and walked out into the rain going to the back of the house and getting into a Dodge Charger, starting it up and pulling out into the road. He drove away from his house thinking again.he was always thinking.
Kirghiz shut the car off and quietly slid to a stop along side the curb of the street. He got out and walked over to the window of an old house looking in watching threw the dimness. He saw Marik standing there and sighed deeply going back to his car and driving home thinking once again.
"I will be with her in the end no matter what I have to do, no matter what the sacrifices must be, no matter who I have to kill or how many innocents must die, I will get what I want.
"Oh how frightened I am. I don't want to do this, but I know I must. The roar of this river is calling to me in a threatening voice. The downpour is pushing me further to my doom. The lightning is showing me the way, though I already know it by heart. Straight down into the dark abyss. First down river's mouth then to the guts of Hell itself. I served my purpose in this corrupted world. I was used and used over again, and now there is nothing left. It is time for me to be discarded and forgotten." "NO!" he thought to himself, not speaking aloud due to his quite nature. "I should go and stop her.but I cant I don't want to give my self away." Kirghiz sat there watching with horror until he saw him drive up. Marik Ishtar, though Kirghiz didn't know it now, Marik would become an enemy and someone not to be trusted.
"Don't do it." He heard him say "Please don't," he repeated. "That isn't a nice way to die." Kirghiz knew where this would be going in the long run and wanted to stop it but he couldn't because he was so used to not being noticed and seen.
Kirghiz sat there watching as Zalika held onto Marik, his eyes filled with sadness and anger, both emotions he knew very well. He had, for as long as he could remember, been in love with Zalika and had been following her for a long time, secretly in the shadows always watching. Kirghiz watched with rage and hatred as Marik drove off with Zalika knowing that this would not be the last time he would feel hate towards him.
Kirghiz waited in the rain for around another ten minutes thinking to himself before jumping out and walking to his house, a small rundown house in the suburbs that had been long neglected. He passed a few cars and sighed deeply wishing now more than ever that he had stepped out and stopped her before Marik had.
Kirghiz arrived at his home around an hour later and pushed open the door sighing some. He took off his worn leather jacket and tossed it on a couch, he then sat down on a chair and turned on the TV watching the weather.
"I must be with her" He thought to himself and sighed again standing up and going to his basement. He looked around some and found a small dagger and a handgun.
"I know that in the end, this will result in violence and I feel bad about this but it must be done if I am to achieve happiness." He holstered the gun and slid the dagger behind him in his pants and walked up the stairs again.
Kirghiz put his coat on once again and walked out into the rain going to the back of the house and getting into a Dodge Charger, starting it up and pulling out into the road. He drove away from his house thinking again.he was always thinking.
Kirghiz shut the car off and quietly slid to a stop along side the curb of the street. He got out and walked over to the window of an old house looking in watching threw the dimness. He saw Marik standing there and sighed deeply going back to his car and driving home thinking once again.
"I will be with her in the end no matter what I have to do, no matter what the sacrifices must be, no matter who I have to kill or how many innocents must die, I will get what I want.