I don't own any of the Chrno Crusade (Chrono Crusade for all the American watchers/readers), Never will. Artemis is my own however. She came frommy mind.
What is this… this substance between my fingers… it's sticky… thick… color? Color doesn't matter, all I'm seeing is red, oh that's right it's the traitor's blood. Traitor? Who's a traitor?
Oh that's right, now I remember. Hah, I was the one after all these years I was the one to pull out his heart and send his soul to the lines in the sky, me! But at what cost… My friends? Are they alright? Where would they go? This traitor's blood on my hands… is it mixed with theirs?
A small shudder passed upon the creature as it thoughts passed through its mind. Its' state of shock of what it had done passing, and the realization coming forth, it had killed one it had called friend once upon a time.
But, is it I who am really the traitor? Isn't it I who went against the ideals that I myself put into his head? Sure he went overboard, but isn't it I who first put the idea's of overriding the system into his head? Of being more then just worker bee's to the hive's queen?
Perhaps then it is I who is truly the traitor, the one who has become a traitor to myself. No… he took it to the extreme... I only wanted freedom of thought and choice; he wanted to rewrite the world. However, I went along with it at first didn't I? But he abandoned me, when I most needed him; he left me for dead to concerned for his own life! So was this an act of revenge? Or an act to better the world?
My friends… where are they? Did I destroy them in my blind rage? Did I loose control to the point where there is no turning back? How could I destroy the ones who taught me to trust again? I couldn't have… could I? Oh how could this have happened? That's right I messed with the cycle of life. That day, that day not so long ago that I put my hand in the stream and the day that brought him back to me…