Only Delay [June 5th, 2014]
A.N: Annnd, I'm not dead! Surprise...to no one since I'm not famous! Yay...ok. This is just a one-shot I came up with. No big deal or anything. I write these when I get bored...or in this case, stuck. I have other FF's to work on and I'm stuck on both...so I wrote this to pass time, I guess. Enjoy the weirdness! RR!
The sky was white and the water was crystal clear. That's all there was for miles. Nothing but shallow water and empty sky. Ripples appeared in the water as Shadow ran across the water, fearing the monster that pursued him. He didn't know who or what it was, but he didn't want to stay around to find out. His boots splashed in the water with every step he took. He could feel his breaths growing heavy and forced. He was tired of running already, and he knew the monster was still hot on his trail. He could hear its footsteps making loud splashes behind him.
Still not looking back, he continued to run with all the strength he had. He couldn't stop running. If he did, he'd surely get what was coming to him. For the first time in maybe his entire life, he was afraid. He was terrified. Shadow didn't want to die, but he knew that he would tire eventually and he would meet his doom. He wasn't preventing his death. He could only delay it, and that's exactly what he was doing.
Shadow felt himself lunge forward and he fell straight into the water. He tried to scramble to his feet, but it was already too late. The monster that was following him had finally managed to make him trip, and now Shadow couldn't help but face his enemy now. To his surprise, it wasn't a monster at all. The figure standing above him glowered down at him with a smirk on his face. He wore a black tunic much like his, and his hair was a dark purple. Unlike Shadow, his eyes glowed a crimson red. Other than his eyes, the enemy looked exactly like him.
The imposter drew his sword and showed it off to him, somewhat pridefully. Even though he took the form of a human, Shadow could tell that this was definitely no one to mess with. He knew the fake Shadow was going to kill him, but why? His thoughts were quickly interrupted as a sharp pain shot up his right arm. He glanced over to see the source and he saw his arm sitting underneath one of the clone's boots. He struggled, trying to escape, but even he knew that his opponent was too strong for him.
"You fool," the fake Shadow hissed in a distorted voice as he raised his blade over his head. Shadow attempted to close his eyes, but an invisible force kept them open. Now he was being forced to watch his own demise come to him. With a smirk, the monster swung the sword downward, driving it through Shadow's chest. br /br /He felt pain coursing throughout his entire body as he let out a scream. He was fading from existence. The fake Shadow leered over him, smiling at him hatefully.
"You'll never amount to anything but a shadow. A puny, weak shadow," the clone cackled as the sword sank deeper. Shadow couldn't stand it. The pain was awful to bear and his senses were dulling more and more by the second. Not able to fight against the pain anymore, he closed his eyes and he slipped from his existence in the world.
Finally, his icy blue eyes opened again and he awoke from the nightmare. He sat up quickly and his breaths came out in short gasps as he observed his surroundings frantically. He sat in the middle of a dark room. His bedroom. Although he was in his bedroom, he was still unsure if this was reality.
Shadow slumped down, landing his head back onto his feathery pillow. He glanced over to the only window in the room. Moonlight poured down the window's sides, appearing as a ghostly veil stretching to the floor. He could see the silver moon shining in the highest point of the sky, just peeking out from the top of the window frame. It was midnight. That means this was the third time now that a dream like this had happened at midnight. Could that dream mean anything? Maybe it was a sign...a sign of something important.
Shadow looked down at his tunic, half-expecting to see a wound showing through. It was its usual solid black color, and there wasn't a scratch on him, thankfully. He shifted himself to where he laid on his back, looking up at the ceiling. He wondered if normal people had dreams as bad as the ones he had. He wouldn't know anyway. He was far from normal.
"No one can prevent death..." he whispered to himself thoughtfully. He remembered running from the fight in the dream. "Only delay." His own words hit him hard. It was true, yet he didn't want to believe it.
He shook his head, thinking maybe he was going crazy or something. He sounded so old when he said that. Smiling to himself disapprovingly, he closed his eyes and tried to go back to sleep.
A.N: Do you know what that was? Cause I don't know what that was, even though I'm the one who wrote it. I'm weird like that, I guess. "Weird one-shot with no purpose": That's a good alternate title for this I guess. This isn't really sad or scary or anything...just one of those things that make you think...yeah, that's what it is. So...what are your thoughts? :3