Death for Freedom
warnings of pg13, blood, and hints of taito.
Summary-
Blue eyes stared up at me, glimmering in the dark. A sight that
will haunt me for the rest of my life.
"P-please...Ta-...Taichi"
Notes: I would Like to thank my beta reader, Naomi S (mysticheero) For her help.
Im not sure where this idea came from, or what it really was suppose to turn out like. But this is
what happened. So, I hope you all read and review. Thank you, lots!
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Death For Freedom
I was frozen with fear, unsure what to do as I stared down at him. I could
feel my face go slack, hiding all the emotions that raged through me.
His blonde hair stuck to his face with mud and blood. His face was smeared
with both, but also with tears that streamed down his cheeks. His blue eyes
stared up at me, bruised and bleeding. They glimmered in the dark- a sight
that will haunt me for the rest of my life.
I stared numbly, at his outreached hand, straining himself. That small
movement made his body shudder with pain. Why would he reach out to me? His
long talented fingers stretched further, coated with dirt and smeared by
rain. I ignored my instinct to lace our fingers together to put his shaking
fingers to rest. The pain would end soon enough.
"P-please...Ta-...Taichi." His voice cracked, probably from the screaming
he did earlier.
My mask cracked for a split second, I could feel my chest heave. The
calmness was leaving me. Anger burned threw my veins, so did determination
and fear. As soon as it cracked, it was put back in place. Cool and
collected. I couldn't let myself slip.
I continued to stand over him, watching him suffer, as he was sprawled
across the wet cement on his stomach. Vulnerable.
Betrayal and defeat covered the disbelief and desperation as his hand
dropped with a splash in a growing dirty puddle of rain. All the hope he
had faded; I could see it all die in his eyes. His body tensed as he
gurgled and choked on his blood. He gasped loudly, it almost sounded like a
pitiful sob, but I knew better. He might be able to show his tears and
turmoil, but never would he openly sob. He gave his last painful gasp, a
desperate inhale of breath of air that hurt him. Hurt because his ribs were
broken and probably poking his lungs like daggers.
At last his body stilled, no longer living, yet his eyes continued to
stare up at me. I waited a few minutes in the silence, to assure myself he
was dead. Only then did I let my breath out in a sigh of relief.
I slumped against the grimy brick wall and let the relief wash over me. It
was over, all over. I felt numb, if not a little great. I didn't feel
regret, sorrow, remorse or even guilt. If anything, I felt like a boulder
had been taken off my sagging shoulders.
A metallic echo rang in my ears as I let the pole slip from my tanned
fingers. I stared down at his corpse and couldn't find the power within
myself to wipe off the smile that spread across my face. Even with the dead
eyes of my lover staring up at me, the chilling wind that blew against me,
and the cold rain that splattered against my body- I felt fucking fine.
I turned away, taking slow steps away from the gruesome scene. One step
turned to two, then three. Soon I was running freely from the long ally. I
was free; I felt like I was on top of the world.
I spread my arms out like a pair of eagle wings. I stopped in the middle
of the street, gasping for breath between laughs. I stared up at the night
sky and felt like the moon was shining down on me. The moon is so much
bigger, better, and brighter than the rest of the stars. The full moon, a new moon.
Review Please.
warnings of pg13, blood, and hints of taito.
Summary-
Blue eyes stared up at me, glimmering in the dark. A sight that
will haunt me for the rest of my life.
"P-please...Ta-...Taichi"
Notes: I would Like to thank my beta reader, Naomi S (mysticheero) For her help.
Im not sure where this idea came from, or what it really was suppose to turn out like. But this is
what happened. So, I hope you all read and review. Thank you, lots!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Death For Freedom
I was frozen with fear, unsure what to do as I stared down at him. I could
feel my face go slack, hiding all the emotions that raged through me.
His blonde hair stuck to his face with mud and blood. His face was smeared
with both, but also with tears that streamed down his cheeks. His blue eyes
stared up at me, bruised and bleeding. They glimmered in the dark- a sight
that will haunt me for the rest of my life.
I stared numbly, at his outreached hand, straining himself. That small
movement made his body shudder with pain. Why would he reach out to me? His
long talented fingers stretched further, coated with dirt and smeared by
rain. I ignored my instinct to lace our fingers together to put his shaking
fingers to rest. The pain would end soon enough.
"P-please...Ta-...Taichi." His voice cracked, probably from the screaming
he did earlier.
My mask cracked for a split second, I could feel my chest heave. The
calmness was leaving me. Anger burned threw my veins, so did determination
and fear. As soon as it cracked, it was put back in place. Cool and
collected. I couldn't let myself slip.
I continued to stand over him, watching him suffer, as he was sprawled
across the wet cement on his stomach. Vulnerable.
Betrayal and defeat covered the disbelief and desperation as his hand
dropped with a splash in a growing dirty puddle of rain. All the hope he
had faded; I could see it all die in his eyes. His body tensed as he
gurgled and choked on his blood. He gasped loudly, it almost sounded like a
pitiful sob, but I knew better. He might be able to show his tears and
turmoil, but never would he openly sob. He gave his last painful gasp, a
desperate inhale of breath of air that hurt him. Hurt because his ribs were
broken and probably poking his lungs like daggers.
At last his body stilled, no longer living, yet his eyes continued to
stare up at me. I waited a few minutes in the silence, to assure myself he
was dead. Only then did I let my breath out in a sigh of relief.
I slumped against the grimy brick wall and let the relief wash over me. It
was over, all over. I felt numb, if not a little great. I didn't feel
regret, sorrow, remorse or even guilt. If anything, I felt like a boulder
had been taken off my sagging shoulders.
A metallic echo rang in my ears as I let the pole slip from my tanned
fingers. I stared down at his corpse and couldn't find the power within
myself to wipe off the smile that spread across my face. Even with the dead
eyes of my lover staring up at me, the chilling wind that blew against me,
and the cold rain that splattered against my body- I felt fucking fine.
I turned away, taking slow steps away from the gruesome scene. One step
turned to two, then three. Soon I was running freely from the long ally. I
was free; I felt like I was on top of the world.
I spread my arms out like a pair of eagle wings. I stopped in the middle
of the street, gasping for breath between laughs. I stared up at the night
sky and felt like the moon was shining down on me. The moon is so much
bigger, better, and brighter than the rest of the stars. The full moon, a new moon.
Review Please.