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Title: Bottle of bitterness
Prologue
They said life was not always fair. I never really believed for I believed that in life it was what you reap in which you shall sow. I was wrong, how utterly wrong it was for me to think of it that way.
The word to follow after the word "unfairness" was "why". Why did this happen? Why was life being unfair to me?
But for me it seems to be the word "what" that ran through my mind when I was caught in the un-tangible web of unfairness.
What did we do to have this befalling upon us?
What did the people do to deserve their home being ruthless taken from them?
I asked myself as I took in the sight I had arrived in. It was horror. Plain and simple, it was a massacre. Fiery red taking over the once before colours, mercilessly encasing, engulfing everything within it, licking it all to the dry grounds.
Breathing in burning flesh and coppery smell of fresh blood as I tried to find him. Racing down the once peaceful streets, passing through with blood dirtying my clothes and hands. With tears threatening to be spilled out, with heart painful aching, I spread out my senses, desperately trying to get his location.
Minutes passed where it seemed to be infinite, I found him.
Vaguely remembering myself having collapsed before him when I found him lying there. He looked like he was sleeping under all those loud commotion around him.
Remembering myself crying, screaming and dying inside. It was so simple. He was dead and I was dying to be with him.
Vividly remembering myself placing my warm lips upon his cold ones. Sharing one last kiss with tears running freely down my cheeks, fingers tracing the outline of his well defined face before an antagonising sharp pain through my chest.
Something sharp had went through my back and being forcefully pulled out. I neither cried out the pain nor made any movement. Just taking in his looks once more before I gently laid my head on his chest and closed my eyes for the last time.
Coldness swept through me before a source of warmness hugged me. It was very familiar, it was him. Relaxing within his brace. So what if we can't be together alive, we could be together in death. Both concept was the same for me. It was going to be alright, we are going to be together.
I remembered opening my mouth for a silent scream when tentacles shot out from beneath us, latching onto our limbs and pulling us apart. Soon we were pulled till fingers apart. I gripped tighter but the world ended for me when he faded once to reappear again, only to turn into a cloud of dust.
Stun. I lost all movement, my mind could not comprehend what had just happen, feeling myself being dragged down, the surrounding around me faded into nothing. It was white.
Feeling myself being slammed into something hard. A floor, maybe? Can I feel? I'm supposed to be dead.
Your soul lives.
Someone whispered into my ears as I laid still on the hardness. I couldn't move.
Where am I? I thought not really expecting an answer
In the white room.
Once again the same voice whispered, it was so soft, like the breeze of the wind.Why am I here? I asked.
Because he wants you here.
Who's he! I demanded. If my neck could move, it would have snapped to my right as I felt something or someone approaching
"Me." My eyes widened having recognised him.
"I'm here to say goodbye to you." He answered my unasked question.
After hearing his last words, my vision dimmed. I couldn't see but I could feel myself being painfully abused.
He's ripping me apart! I was feeling numb now from all the pain, but I could vaguely feel him ripping parts of my soul away from me.
How dare he do this to me!
I will have my revenge… This, I promised myself. Using the whole last of what little my energy was left, I uttered a curse just right before he ripped out my soul core, the source of my very existence.
As long as my soul core, the Shikon no tama is intact. Through timeless ages, I shall be reformed and be back for vengeance.
End of prologue.