A/N: Not sure why I'm doing this story. For whatever reason, I got the idea for this while I was brainstorming at work (naturally, when I should have been working but wasn't) and, well… guess I thought I'd write it down. If nothing else, it'll be outta my head. Anyway, I'm not sure how well I'll do on a darker story, but I'll do my best. The chapters are short, but they're meant to be that way for obvious reasons. Anyway, I'm going to do this in order of the characters that pass on, making for 4 chapters in all. Hope you like it!
Quick note: I'm not going to make names for everyone, so I'll just stick with their generic names (Fighter, White Mage, etc.) These aren't to be confused with the characters of 8-bit theater (for those who read it), as these characters will be, more or less, different.
Chapter 1: Black Mage
"Defeated? Meet my end? Ha! That old lady is full of crap. Nobody can defeat me. Nobody!"
That's what I thought at the time anyway. I thought that the old lady we ran into in Corneria while preparing for what was supposed to be our last was just some old coot, trying to reject salvation and all that. Kept following us around, hollering about our "impending dooms" and all that. She just wouldn't leave us alone. Even when we went to the inn the night before we left for the Temple of Fiends, she kept yelling up at our windows, again concerning our "impending doom" until a local watchman took her away. Now that I think about it, I don't think she was trying to annoy us or anything like that. No… I think she was just trying to help us.
Now, here we stand before the great devil Chaos, broken and defeated. Fighter, Red Mage, and I have done everything we could've done to attack the fiend and win the day for the forces of light. However, not even our relentless assault was enough to bring it down. White Mage has done all she could to keep us healthy and full of energy, but now even she has been tapped dry of strength. We have nothing left, and can do naught but stand by idly as we await our release from this mortal coil.
This… this just can not be. Is this really how it's all going to end? Lost in a time and where no one will mourn us when we pass? No, perhaps not. Perhaps no one will even remember us and there will be no reason to mourn. After all, when we do die in this time and space, we probably won't even exist in our own time. It's quite sad when I think about it. No… I take that back. It's absolutely horrifying when I think about it. Forgotten? I can't even begin to imagine what it feels like. It seems like such an impossible thing, but it may very well become a reality in a matter of moments.
If only I had some sort of means to fight back. If I'm going to die, I want to do it standing up, not while I'm broken and on my knees, like a wretched man begging someone to spare his pathetic life. Even crawling seems like a terribly daunting task. Nothing can be done now. Even so, I just can't let go of my knife. Yes, it may be pointless now, but this is the last semblance of defiance that I can still muster. No… perhaps it's not. I can still give this devil one last defiant stand other than just shaking this thing at him. Still got enough left in me to throw it at him. Hell, might as well try anyway. It's not like I got anything better to do with it anyway. Who knows? Maybe I'll get lucky.
…ha ha ha. I expected as much. The bastard just knocked it away as if it was nothing more than a gnat buzzing around him. As I watched my knife fall into the twisted abyss that surrounded the area where we fought, I could see my last ounce of hope fall with it. Now he's facing me, obviously upset with the fact that I'm still trying to fight him. Before, he had just been staring at us coldly, looking from one person to the next. Perhaps he was just deciding who to kill first. Heh… looks like I'm going to be the winner.
Well, this looks like this is it. Chaos is staring directly at me, no… directly into me. I can feel his cold, malice-filled eyes piercing into my very soul. I guess just killing me isn't enough. I think what he wants is for me to feel such a fantastic amount of fear towards him that I'll beg for my own death. Yes, there's no denying that I'm terrified of him. So terrified, in fact, that I just want to scream until my end comes. I'm not going to do that though. No… that would give him far too much pleasure. We've already lost. There's no reason for us to feel obligated to make him any happier than he probably already is. Heh… sick bastard. What I wouldn't give for another chance to- wait… what's that li-…
So passes Black Mage, the first of the noble Light Warriors to die. Please leave me some reviews. I'd greatly appreciate it.
