Over Zealous
A/N: On this date, Friday, June 4, 2004, Creed disbanded! ...YAY!!! No offense anyone.
Chapter Two: Over Zealous
(Amidamaru's POV)
'What am I going to do! My best friend's best friend is going to die and I can't do a damn thing!' I watched as the street gang advanced on poor Manta... Quadruple his size, quadruple his strength and there were at least fifteen of them.
"You little bastard...! Havin' us chase your scrawny ass all 'round the damn town... Fellas what do you think we should do 'em?" The leader asked them, further frightening Manta. I couldn't quite see him through the thick of barbarians...
A series of chuckles followed the threatening question along with answers.
"I am all for a good old fashion ass kicking." The first suggested.
"Let's take 'im to the graveyard for a funeral... Make sure no one'll find 'im." Another voiced.
"Nah! Let's...do both!" A loud voice boomed.
"C'mon off it boys, let's just slit his throat!"
I looked at Manta who looked white as snow and like he was about to keel over. I looked at the street gang who were still debating what to do, cruelly in front of Manta. 'I should leave...get help... But if I leave...What if they're not there, could they even make it in time? ...Manta...'
I looked back at Manta, whose head was down and eyes I couldn't see. I felt the soft feeling of resignation mixed with fear come off of the boy. "Manta?" I called to him softly.
He didn't respond, I wondered if he'd given up. But then I saw movement... 'He's afraid... who wouldn't be though? I remembered when I faced down death...'
(Amidamaru's Memory, Amidamaru's POV)
'He's not coming...did he...sell me out? No! He'd never do that! How could I even think such a thing!' I thought as I waited for my friend.
'We both knew it was dangerous, defying the emperor. But it was necessary, there's one right that we are all born with and that is self-preservation... It's that simple.' I thought as I heard twigs snapping...make that multiple twigs snapping.
'The Elite Guard!'
'This is hopeless! I should... NO! I am going to stay here, right until the very end! I promise!' I thought as I felt another blade run through me.
I fell to the earth as more Elite Guards surrounded me. It got dark suddenly... "So dark..." I said, barely above a whisper.
All of a sudden, I felt completely relaxed. "But where are the guards?" I asked in a stunned stupor. There was no one around anymore...just my bloody, beaten body. I wasn't surprised... the number of wounds, the pain, the blood...
'Still he, he's not here. Where are you?' I thought.
Almost as soon as I finished the thought, a bright light in the heavens appeared, calling me to it...
(Amidamaru's POV, Present)
I looked at Manta, he wasn't even moving anymore... "Manta! MANTA!!!" I yelled trying to gain his attention. It wasn't working at all... I made the decision then and there to do it...
I felt myself try to complete Spirit Form with Manta. 'After all, what harm could there possibly be? Anything is better than watching a friend die and doing nothing.'
"I'd never been so wrong in my entire afterlife..."
A/N: On this date, Friday, June 4, 2004, Creed disbanded! ...YAY!!! No offense anyone.
Chapter Two: Over Zealous
(Amidamaru's POV)
'What am I going to do! My best friend's best friend is going to die and I can't do a damn thing!' I watched as the street gang advanced on poor Manta... Quadruple his size, quadruple his strength and there were at least fifteen of them.
"You little bastard...! Havin' us chase your scrawny ass all 'round the damn town... Fellas what do you think we should do 'em?" The leader asked them, further frightening Manta. I couldn't quite see him through the thick of barbarians...
A series of chuckles followed the threatening question along with answers.
"I am all for a good old fashion ass kicking." The first suggested.
"Let's take 'im to the graveyard for a funeral... Make sure no one'll find 'im." Another voiced.
"Nah! Let's...do both!" A loud voice boomed.
"C'mon off it boys, let's just slit his throat!"
I looked at Manta who looked white as snow and like he was about to keel over. I looked at the street gang who were still debating what to do, cruelly in front of Manta. 'I should leave...get help... But if I leave...What if they're not there, could they even make it in time? ...Manta...'
I looked back at Manta, whose head was down and eyes I couldn't see. I felt the soft feeling of resignation mixed with fear come off of the boy. "Manta?" I called to him softly.
He didn't respond, I wondered if he'd given up. But then I saw movement... 'He's afraid... who wouldn't be though? I remembered when I faced down death...'
(Amidamaru's Memory, Amidamaru's POV)
'He's not coming...did he...sell me out? No! He'd never do that! How could I even think such a thing!' I thought as I waited for my friend.
'We both knew it was dangerous, defying the emperor. But it was necessary, there's one right that we are all born with and that is self-preservation... It's that simple.' I thought as I heard twigs snapping...make that multiple twigs snapping.
'The Elite Guard!'
'This is hopeless! I should... NO! I am going to stay here, right until the very end! I promise!' I thought as I felt another blade run through me.
I fell to the earth as more Elite Guards surrounded me. It got dark suddenly... "So dark..." I said, barely above a whisper.
All of a sudden, I felt completely relaxed. "But where are the guards?" I asked in a stunned stupor. There was no one around anymore...just my bloody, beaten body. I wasn't surprised... the number of wounds, the pain, the blood...
'Still he, he's not here. Where are you?' I thought.
Almost as soon as I finished the thought, a bright light in the heavens appeared, calling me to it...
(Amidamaru's POV, Present)
I looked at Manta, he wasn't even moving anymore... "Manta! MANTA!!!" I yelled trying to gain his attention. It wasn't working at all... I made the decision then and there to do it...
I felt myself try to complete Spirit Form with Manta. 'After all, what harm could there possibly be? Anything is better than watching a friend die and doing nothing.'
"I'd never been so wrong in my entire afterlife..."