Trepidation
I don't remember what was going through my mind, but what was going through my body was fear and terror. - John Abercrombie
It was very hard, looking back, to know if it had all happened at once or if time had slowed down, so that each moment was given the crystal clear perfection it deserved. There had been screams, he could remember that. Screams of joy, of euphoric rapture, and screams of pure, unadulterated horror.
There had been blood, staining the pure, virgin white, seeping slowly, ever so slowly down the curve of a temple, dripping over the edge of a jaw.
And there had been silence. An endless, silent moment as the figure turned to him, reaching out, desperation and terror in his eyes...before falling, tumbling backwards into the night's embrace.
And there had been fear.
It flooded all of them, pushing them forward, some leaning over the edge, some racing down the stairs, others running for the fountain where the crumpled body lay, punctured through by the cross pointing towards the heavens.
A part of Saguru wondered at the beauty of Kid, crumpled, bleeding...dying, on the holy cross of St. Mary's Cathedral of Beika.
But the fear over powered the awe and he stood, frozen, watching as the cross was cut down, as the paramedics came, as the blanket covered the crimson stained body. As a mustached man released him, shoving him down towards the ground, finished with his prey.
As a man in a cream coloured trench coat raised his gun, centering the sight on Saguru's forehead.
The terror finally left, as oblivion claimed him, his body left crumpled on the roof, forgotten in the chaos.
Fin