Disclaimer: Don't own Shaman King and I never will –sigh-
A/N: Hn. Nothing knew but I beat my 30min record on Van Helsing. Made it to
about 22minutes –proud- X3 found some good shaman king songs.
Shaman Life!
Faust VIII
Dusty
Chapter Seven
I panted as I hunched over, clutching an arm of the person I continued to fight against. I didn't know what had come over me. One minute I was dodging just about all the attacks, and then I got mad at something and went in a rage full demon like mode. Taking my hidden anger out on the Shaman. Swinging my scythe in a quick motion I had already slashed him enough times to send him to the hospital, his arm was chopped off. And I held onto it. Like a trophy.
With a maniacal grin I raised forward, dropping the bleeding arm and jumped onto the man, my hand glowing a bright vibrating green. Sinking them into the mans chest I wrapped my hands around a beating object. It was pumping with so much life, so much life for my darling...my love...my Eliza. Snarling I ripped the living organ straight of the mans chest. A gurgled scream ripped from the throat of my attacker and before I knew it.
He was dead before he hit the ground.
I stood there holding the heart, still beating in my grasp. My eyes returned to normal and blinking I suddenly came to. Looking disgusted and scared at the same time I threw the heart as far away as I could. My own, going at least a hundred miles an hour compared to the one that dimmed and stopped beating prior to hitting the ground. My gloves were covered in crimson fluid; the scythe was stained with innocent blood. The reality of what I had just came out of hit me like a bunch of bricks.
I myself wasn't injured, hardly. My goal was to not mutilate the Shaman but to just grab a bell, but instead. I had just tore him to shreds! The ground reeked of death, and backing away I shook my head shivering uncontrollably. I just killed someone! I ended their life!
Ignoring the skeleton that was by me I approached the decaying body, holding my hand to my mouth as I stared at it. You wouldn't be able to tell who it was, if it was a she or he unless a blood sample was taken. Bile rose in my throat as I studied the chest. It was ripped open, letting the smell escape and provide a great view to see the human organs.
Arteries, veins, organs, blood, bone, guts. That was all I could see beyond the skin!
Turning on my heels it was as if the ghost of the person was stalking me. I could see the heart rolling around. I was literally now shaking in my boots, begging in my mind for the heart to just die and leave me. Squinting through my ill situation I found that a wolf was chomping on it, nudging it around to eat the juicer parts. Unable to take anymore I bolted off, becoming used to the company of my skeleton that repeatedly jabbed me in the side as I hurried off.
This was a nightmare! I hope it was or else...I could never face my parents again!
Sorrowful and full of despair I headed to the streets, hoping I could escape the moment. But wherever I looked, the red color wouldn't leave me. My gloves were peeled off and thrown away. My rings remained on though. But after being exposed to the stench, I reeked of death and murder.
Murder, Murder, Murder. MURDER!
Rubbing my neck I dived into a lone alley and gripped the wall as my knees gave out, and I landed on the ground moaning. This wasn't suppose to happen was it? If shaman king was indeed where I am, and if I was Faust VIII then I would go berserk like that again and again. In taking a shuddering breath I turned my back to face the back wall and leaned against it, sliding my butt onto the ground. Digging into the dirt as I stared blankly at the opposite wall.
I killed someone
I mauled someone
I Murdered someone
I mutilated someone
Disgusted with myself I didn't move for the whole time I was there. I had no watch, I wasn't close to any stores, and my ears were tuned out and didn't hear anything but the gentle pats of rain as it began to fall. I hope god forgave me for what I did. Maybe that's why the gods cried for me, spilling forgiving tears. Washing away the stench of blood and death. Ridding me hopefully of the gore that was stuck on my skin. Regardless I still sat there, unmoving.
I couldn't muster the strength to stand. The battle and quick walk had taken most of what I used for reserve energy and so I was like a ragged doll. Broken and crumpled until something happened. Like rest, but I feared to sleep, afraid I would change again and become a berserker of some sort. I never knew Faust (or was it me?) was so violent, but that didn't matter. What's done was done. Just, why did it affect me so much? Because I killed the Shaman with my own hands? It should have made no difference.
Mulling over my thoughts made me quite silent in terms of homeless people, or poor people passing by me. Glancing at me suspiciously, wondering why my clothes were so red. Time passed as I nattered with my own mind. Pointing out whatever good of the situation was, and the bad. Eventually I staggered to my feet and limped to the out skirts of town. Just to the more forestry section, content with nothing but nature surrounding me on all sides.
For once, it was a place. A place of no death and greed. Only a place for survivors and scavengers that preyed on or preyed upon others.
What the hell was wrong with me? Its like I completely changed within the last 24 hours or so. Ever since I came here in fact. Frowning I swiped away tree and rolled underneath the poison ivy above. Rolling to a stop u shrieked out loud as I tumbled down the cliff that I was near. Fat must have been laughing this time. Plummeting down I only managed to grasp the twig sticking out like in all the movies. Gripping it tightly, I knew this was my only lifeline I could get.
Hauling myself up, I was amazed the stupid twig hadn't snapped at all. Hauling my body up I got a bit discouraged as my feet slipped a few times. Trying to regain my footing, enough to climb up onto one of the rocks. Bracing myself I wasn't very surprised when the twig snapped (I hardly thought I'd survive the next moments of my life) and I plummeted further. Only there were no more life lines (twigs in other words.) and I welcomed the darkness. Closing my eyes to hope I would blank out before the impact.
With wind rushing against me, and the fall forcing me down, as does all gravity. I could only wait, suspended in air. Falling to my doom.
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A/N: Um. What have I been doing just updating Shaman Life? Hah XD
Shaman Life!
Faust VIII
Dusty
Chapter Seven
I panted as I hunched over, clutching an arm of the person I continued to fight against. I didn't know what had come over me. One minute I was dodging just about all the attacks, and then I got mad at something and went in a rage full demon like mode. Taking my hidden anger out on the Shaman. Swinging my scythe in a quick motion I had already slashed him enough times to send him to the hospital, his arm was chopped off. And I held onto it. Like a trophy.
With a maniacal grin I raised forward, dropping the bleeding arm and jumped onto the man, my hand glowing a bright vibrating green. Sinking them into the mans chest I wrapped my hands around a beating object. It was pumping with so much life, so much life for my darling...my love...my Eliza. Snarling I ripped the living organ straight of the mans chest. A gurgled scream ripped from the throat of my attacker and before I knew it.
He was dead before he hit the ground.
I stood there holding the heart, still beating in my grasp. My eyes returned to normal and blinking I suddenly came to. Looking disgusted and scared at the same time I threw the heart as far away as I could. My own, going at least a hundred miles an hour compared to the one that dimmed and stopped beating prior to hitting the ground. My gloves were covered in crimson fluid; the scythe was stained with innocent blood. The reality of what I had just came out of hit me like a bunch of bricks.
I myself wasn't injured, hardly. My goal was to not mutilate the Shaman but to just grab a bell, but instead. I had just tore him to shreds! The ground reeked of death, and backing away I shook my head shivering uncontrollably. I just killed someone! I ended their life!
Ignoring the skeleton that was by me I approached the decaying body, holding my hand to my mouth as I stared at it. You wouldn't be able to tell who it was, if it was a she or he unless a blood sample was taken. Bile rose in my throat as I studied the chest. It was ripped open, letting the smell escape and provide a great view to see the human organs.
Arteries, veins, organs, blood, bone, guts. That was all I could see beyond the skin!
Turning on my heels it was as if the ghost of the person was stalking me. I could see the heart rolling around. I was literally now shaking in my boots, begging in my mind for the heart to just die and leave me. Squinting through my ill situation I found that a wolf was chomping on it, nudging it around to eat the juicer parts. Unable to take anymore I bolted off, becoming used to the company of my skeleton that repeatedly jabbed me in the side as I hurried off.
This was a nightmare! I hope it was or else...I could never face my parents again!
Sorrowful and full of despair I headed to the streets, hoping I could escape the moment. But wherever I looked, the red color wouldn't leave me. My gloves were peeled off and thrown away. My rings remained on though. But after being exposed to the stench, I reeked of death and murder.
Murder, Murder, Murder. MURDER!
Rubbing my neck I dived into a lone alley and gripped the wall as my knees gave out, and I landed on the ground moaning. This wasn't suppose to happen was it? If shaman king was indeed where I am, and if I was Faust VIII then I would go berserk like that again and again. In taking a shuddering breath I turned my back to face the back wall and leaned against it, sliding my butt onto the ground. Digging into the dirt as I stared blankly at the opposite wall.
I killed someone
I mauled someone
I Murdered someone
I mutilated someone
Disgusted with myself I didn't move for the whole time I was there. I had no watch, I wasn't close to any stores, and my ears were tuned out and didn't hear anything but the gentle pats of rain as it began to fall. I hope god forgave me for what I did. Maybe that's why the gods cried for me, spilling forgiving tears. Washing away the stench of blood and death. Ridding me hopefully of the gore that was stuck on my skin. Regardless I still sat there, unmoving.
I couldn't muster the strength to stand. The battle and quick walk had taken most of what I used for reserve energy and so I was like a ragged doll. Broken and crumpled until something happened. Like rest, but I feared to sleep, afraid I would change again and become a berserker of some sort. I never knew Faust (or was it me?) was so violent, but that didn't matter. What's done was done. Just, why did it affect me so much? Because I killed the Shaman with my own hands? It should have made no difference.
Mulling over my thoughts made me quite silent in terms of homeless people, or poor people passing by me. Glancing at me suspiciously, wondering why my clothes were so red. Time passed as I nattered with my own mind. Pointing out whatever good of the situation was, and the bad. Eventually I staggered to my feet and limped to the out skirts of town. Just to the more forestry section, content with nothing but nature surrounding me on all sides.
For once, it was a place. A place of no death and greed. Only a place for survivors and scavengers that preyed on or preyed upon others.
What the hell was wrong with me? Its like I completely changed within the last 24 hours or so. Ever since I came here in fact. Frowning I swiped away tree and rolled underneath the poison ivy above. Rolling to a stop u shrieked out loud as I tumbled down the cliff that I was near. Fat must have been laughing this time. Plummeting down I only managed to grasp the twig sticking out like in all the movies. Gripping it tightly, I knew this was my only lifeline I could get.
Hauling myself up, I was amazed the stupid twig hadn't snapped at all. Hauling my body up I got a bit discouraged as my feet slipped a few times. Trying to regain my footing, enough to climb up onto one of the rocks. Bracing myself I wasn't very surprised when the twig snapped (I hardly thought I'd survive the next moments of my life) and I plummeted further. Only there were no more life lines (twigs in other words.) and I welcomed the darkness. Closing my eyes to hope I would blank out before the impact.
With wind rushing against me, and the fall forcing me down, as does all gravity. I could only wait, suspended in air. Falling to my doom.
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A/N: Um. What have I been doing just updating Shaman Life? Hah XD