Disclaimer: Kenshin does not belong to me and the other characters don't either. SO it sucks to be me.
Slayers
The dark hooded figure, Fear, readied itself in the shadows, flexing its impossibly long claws in preparation to attack it's victim. A lone man brandished his gleaming blade and launched a vicious attack that felled his evil foe with one well aimed stroke. The swordsman flicked his blade to rid it of the crimson wall, letting the fluid splatter the wooden walls surrounding them. Red hair swaying in the gentle breeze, he walked away toward an unknown destination.
Pride bristled and bared its dripping grotesque fangs as it leered hungrily at an elogantly poised woman. The cunning docter darted forward bravely lashed out at the vulnerable exposed throat to the preasure point she knew was there easily dropping her shocked opponent. She walked away flicking her ebony locks out of face as she did so.
As the twisted figure of Loneliness beckoned at a scared little boy holding a small wooden sword with a gnarled hand a young women with flashing saphire eyes appeared out of the encroaching darkness to hold the child close leaving loneliness to shatter into thousands of different pieces. NEver looking back the woman placed a gentle hand on the boys shoulder and led him toward a the small gleam of light that had appeared when she had emerged.
As each figure defeated their seemingly sluggish advisaries lived on shining out in glory, knowing they made a stand and one against the evil forms of their subconscious.
Arthor Note: I'm sorry if you hate it but my evil teacher made me write it, and I thought someone may enjoy it. It is suppose to be a fable, but I think I ruined it. And if you don't know who the characters are you need some definate help. Seriously.