A/N: This is NOT after Stephanie Meyer's stupid Twilight, ok? Urg. Stupid. She could've had such cool metaphors with that word but NOOOO. it had to fit in with the rest of the book names. (Please excuse me, Twilight fans.) Anyway I hope you enjoy! (I can't believe I'm actually updating this fast...)

Last End Chapter 2: Twilight

And you never believed me.

A sullen man watched, lonely, as twilight descended upon the ravaged land, tempting and threatening and terrible. Ravishingly it bellowed as it spread its hungry arms to the wide-open, desolate plains, mad and haunting. Sweetly it cocked its eyebrow, deceivingly pushing the Sun away, as though it were foolish, then swooping in to devour its prey when their backs were stabbed.

Twilight is the moment before the darkness destroys the land.

The young adult clenched his fists, the golden glow of the furious sight that was overtaking the land illuminant in the cold, airless, and forgotten room. No one remembered him here. He was nothing but a legend now.

And now there was no hero to free the land – there was no hero for this place to call its own. People tried to say what they would – he could hear their screams from his cell – but whoever did not acknowledge the forthcoming doom was already dead.

And those that welcomed it with open arms were not the ones to be expected.

The man struggled, livid, against the chains that bound his once-sacrificing palms, the very fingers and nerves and instincts he had used to save the very people that had prisoned him here.

Couldn't they see? Could they not see anything?

An enraged roar burst forth from his parched lips, searing the motionless cell, but the only person to hear was his shadow, and the only consultation was his echo. He was blatantly alone, and there was no one to save him – and all he wanted was to save them.

But instead they'd beat him, tortured him for all he knew, and shackled his blood-shedding palms to the blood-stained wall. For days he'd struggled and bellowed and resisted to the harsh methods inflicted upon him to keep him talking – but no whip, sword, or threat could break him. He was as emotionally and mentally strong as his body was; he was as strong as a man can be; but eventually, the body must cave in. The mind is no exception.

After extracting the last of his secrets, they'd forced him into a different cell. Of course, battered and bruised and shaking with fury as he was, he'd tried to make an escape for it – and almost gotten free. He'd been so close to his liberation he could taste it – and as they had dragged him past the iron doors, he'd broken. Admiringly he'd managed to break free from his imprisoners, taking the time to actually leave one unconscious, but the second he'd raced over the line – he was bizarrely reminded of the races he had participated in as a child – pulsating pain had drenched his body, ripped him in half, split him own the middle and solidified his lungs. He couldn't breathe, he couldn't think, he couldn't live…he was nothing.

They next thing he'd known, he'd woken up in this cell, and every part of his body was blue and black or bloody. The awfully sweet, horribly familiar taste, was lining his swollen tongue, and he could not spit it out. His left blue eye throbbed and twitched erratically as blood gently coated the lashes, but he could not smear away his scars, for his hands were far above his head. As he realized this, the undersides of his arms beat painfully, tired and weak. Wistfully, and maybe a little wryly, he recalled the days when a chain such as this would have proved more fragile than a strand of straw.

But now his superhuman strength was diminished, beaten out of him, and for what?

His heart, already sunken and incredibly despairing, plummeted.

They knew.

Of course they bloody knew! What to do, what to do – he'd have to inform the others. But how could he bear to face them? He couldn't – would they understand? He'd have to! He couldn't simply leave them to the mercy of –

And then it struck him. He couldn't do anything. He was a prisoner.

And he was captive by the very people he had freed.

And they were controlled by his best friend.

His once-brave head slowly thudded to his chest. There was nothing he could do. There was nothing to do. Twilight was taking over, and soon following it would be the darkness. He had heard these words himself, before all of this had happened to him, before he'd been caught.

Oh, how he wished they had killed him then! Why had they not stuck him down, ripped off his shamed head, feasted over his bloody carcass and cracked the bones for the pleasure of the marrow? Succumbing like a coward would have been better than facing the rest of them, with the knowledge that it had been his fault they would be found out.

They would be found out.

At the thought of every last one of them, from the gifted, excited young children to the beauty, strength, and blessed wisdom of the women and the courageous hearts of the men, fighting for their freedom, he screamed.

His pure, raw, unadulterated wrath was tangible, livid, frenzied and so cuttingly vengeful; anyone whom had heard it would have grown anxious for their lives. His roar didn't beg for revenge; it promised rebellion, revolution, and punishment. Revenge would be obtained, settled, and scored, and there was nothing anyone could do to change that.

Despite the fact that he himself could do nothing, he swore to himself that this would be true. He would fight for them, for every last one of them, no matter what; even on his last breath.

Twilight was taking over the land, and darkness follows twilight.

The sun was setting on this hero's final hours.

And then the darkness arrivied.

A/N: Yay! I'm super excited about this story, I've been zoning about it all during school. A VERY Hearty and Warm thank you toooooo: JSparks, Lovingyourillusion, ChaoticXXHearts, Smash Seed Reborn, and Anyone. I'm sorry I can't indivudially say something to you. (My parents are out of town for a week, I'm finding it hard to write and squeeze in replys while I stay at a friend's house.) Please excuse any grammar and stupid errors, I just wrote this up. So. Thank you, and I hope you enjoyed! :D REVIEW!

~ClumsyHeart17