Chapter 5
Determination
hello all my beloved reviewers! (mutter, mutter, apart from you guys that don't review, there are at least 40 of you, how could you, evil, yet abseloutly sickeningly sweet, b------s, (insert fake smile) mutter, mutter. wait, no i don't mean it! don't go!) this is the fifth chapter of my lovely story, that you all seem to like. this dream should be familiar to you...i hope it is...
anywho, you know the drill: you read, you review, i update, everyone's happy. (to the non reviewers: i really didn't mean what i wrote. the keyboard was trying to possess me again. i really do love you all! i'll love you even more if you review! nudge nudge wink wink)
Albel glanced up at the Traum Mountains that surrounded him, before casting his crimson gaze to the sky, sighing. It looked like it was going to rain soon. He closed his eyes. He had to get some rest while he could.
He is surrounded by mist. He walks on through it as it feeds off the colours of the landscape. He tries to look for a way out, but stops when a voice calls to him. And he knows that he must look for that voice. He knows. For he knows whose voice it is. He knows without a shadow of a doubt that it is her.
He runs in the direction of the voice, and sure enough, he sees her. She is standing alone, clothed in a simple white dress that trails over the ground. Her beautiful hair frames her face perfectly, and her eyes are gentle and caring. She smiles sadly when she sees him, and slowly spreads her arms wide, as if in an embrace.
He keeps running, trying desperately to reach her, to hold her. He's almost there, when he stops suddenly.
She is wearing the sacrificial dress that the women wore years ago, when people still believed in blood offerings. He looks at his claw, and watch as it changes to a blood-red. He can feel it; the blood-frenzy that he feels in every battle. His vision goes red – he cannot see. He feels his arm thrust forward, gripping warm, soft flesh, delving deeper…and then, just as quickly as it comes, the frenzy disappears. He lifts his claw, and to his horror, he sees it drenched in blood. And held in the grasp of the cruel talons, he sees a heart.
It's still beating.
He looks up at her, and even as she falls, he can see that same sad smile, those gentle eyes…
"Nel!"
Albel gasped for breath as he sat up. Nel…his Nel. He had killed her.
Nel…
Sorry.
So sorry.
"It's my fault," he whispered. "All my fault."
An evil voice in the back of his mind laughed cruelly. It's all your fault. You killed her, you bastard. You killed her. It might as well have been your blade that stabbed into her breast. All because you let your guard down. You're stupid, worthless.
So stupid, so worthless.
Not fit to live.
Bad Albel. Bad, bad Albel. Shouldn't be alive.
You should die.
Albel should die.
Die.
Die.
You killed her.
I killed her. So sorry.
Just like you killed your father.
I killed him. So, so sorry.
You should kill yourself.
Will I see Nel?
Yes, and your father.
See Nel…
Pathetic.
Albel picked up the Crimson Scourge, as if in a trance. He was about to plunge the blade into his breast and leave it all, when a droplet fell onto his upturned face.
Water.
It was raining.
He thought of what Woltar had said. "It's not as if you can bring her back from the dead…"
Bring her back…The sword clattered to the ground. He fell into the mud and curled up, crying. The rain bounced off his back.
She was gone. It was his fault. He had to bring her back. Somehow.
It's my fault.
The thunder crashed, striking a nearby tree. He raised his head, his face covered in mud and streaked with tears and rain.
The thunder growled.
Albel growled.
He wouldn't give up. He would fight on, until the end.
The thunder roared.
Tipping his head back, he threw his arms wide and screamed. And screamed. He screamed until his voice was hoarse. And then he screamed again. He let everything out, all at once, feeling the sorrow transform into a senseless rage that burned away his sanity, until only cold determination and a single sane thought remained.
Bring Nel back.
so, albel was trying to commite suicide again (if you have no idea what i'm talking about, look at my other stories, hint hint nudge nudge wink wink).
to all of my lovely reviewers, all five (and at one point, six) of them: since i love you all soooooo much, i am going to reatempt my deviously evil plan to take over square-enix and all of the other good gaming company-guys, found in one of the previous chapters (remember the announcement? no? did i hallucinate again?)...yeah...once that's done, i'll either send albel or nel over, depending on gender, prefrences and such, and force/threaten/blackmail them into cooking you a three course meal, and wash up (if it's albel), or make you your most favourite cake, and add more of your favourite ingredient, eg. chocolate, sugar, or both (if it's nel. if you're on my favourite list, they'll do both, and what's coming up next). if you're undecided about gender/prefrences/ans such, or one of my favourites, i'll get both of them to go round your house/flat/smelly cardboard box/ mansion, and bake you cookies! or, if you don't like them, or are my extra favourites (cough Blue Trillium and Blue Persuasion, you guys rock my socks cough) i'll get them to make...(shifty look to the left, shifty look to the right)...GUMMIE WORMS! oh yeah! so review, or no sugary delights for you!
love you all to itty bitty bits,
siver thorns!