RyuuKiba
09-13-2006, 01:57 AM
Damn... thread name wrong... it's RED Death not READ Death... sorry
Well, I've been wanting to write some small piece of work so here it is... Mostly inspired by Lex's "To a Fallen World". Hope you like it ^^
RED DEATH
A raven flies over my head, my mind, as black as its feathers, whirlpools with images of my past, my present and my future.
My blade is impure; it drips blood of good and innocent beings. My ears tremble with the shrieks of desperate souls trying to cling on to the body which was once theirs but that now falls limply on the ground, its life stolen by the cursed edge of my blade.
Was it fair? Had it been correct for me to assassinate innocents just to survive? Had their lives been worth saving mine? No… it wasn’t like that. They would have been killed anyway, at least now I had been able to survive. Had we been in a group they would have noticed us and killed every last one. I had been pushed into murder so that I could hide and run from the Enemy.
I… I had intended to let three of us survive, but bloodlust grew in my heart with every swing of my sword, with every spray of blood, with every shriek of a soul. I had killed them all, cursed myself, and thrown me into an abyss surrounded by my demons. My only sanity consumed by the hellfire of my deeds.
I now walk the wasteland, the smell of death clogs my nostrils and my eyes refuse to observe the land below me, knowing that there is nothing more than corpses there. My feet step on blood stained clothes and lifeless bodies. I try to distract my mind, but I feel them… my feet feel the loved ones I had killed with my own hands. My stomach scolds me, my senses betray me. They all know I am no longer human… I am a monster… a murderous beast.
Finally I find a large rock that has no blood stains. I climb and sit on the punishing surface, scorched by the sun, witness of my treachery. I rest my head on my sword. What should I do now? No one would ever accept me… even I felt undeserving of life. I come to the sad conclusion that all I can do is survive… try to live for the ones who killed. My insignificant life cannot replace the ones lost, but it is the only thing I have to give, as worthless as it is.
I suddenly hear a scream, some kind of order, in a language I did not understand but I knew well. It was the voice of the ones that had been chasing me and my victims… the ones who had unknowingly forced me to killing.
I tighten my grip on my sword. Now I knew what I had to do! I would take as many enemy lives as necessary to pay my mortal dept. I would cleanse my blade and heart with the blood of my enemies, the blood of those truly evil! My redemption lies in the same place as my sin, I must kill to atone for killing!
With a meaning to my life I run towards a red moon, red like blood, blood that would be spilled. My new life, bathed in red has begun.
Well, I've been wanting to write some small piece of work so here it is... Mostly inspired by Lex's "To a Fallen World". Hope you like it ^^
RED DEATH
A raven flies over my head, my mind, as black as its feathers, whirlpools with images of my past, my present and my future.
My blade is impure; it drips blood of good and innocent beings. My ears tremble with the shrieks of desperate souls trying to cling on to the body which was once theirs but that now falls limply on the ground, its life stolen by the cursed edge of my blade.
Was it fair? Had it been correct for me to assassinate innocents just to survive? Had their lives been worth saving mine? No… it wasn’t like that. They would have been killed anyway, at least now I had been able to survive. Had we been in a group they would have noticed us and killed every last one. I had been pushed into murder so that I could hide and run from the Enemy.
I… I had intended to let three of us survive, but bloodlust grew in my heart with every swing of my sword, with every spray of blood, with every shriek of a soul. I had killed them all, cursed myself, and thrown me into an abyss surrounded by my demons. My only sanity consumed by the hellfire of my deeds.
I now walk the wasteland, the smell of death clogs my nostrils and my eyes refuse to observe the land below me, knowing that there is nothing more than corpses there. My feet step on blood stained clothes and lifeless bodies. I try to distract my mind, but I feel them… my feet feel the loved ones I had killed with my own hands. My stomach scolds me, my senses betray me. They all know I am no longer human… I am a monster… a murderous beast.
Finally I find a large rock that has no blood stains. I climb and sit on the punishing surface, scorched by the sun, witness of my treachery. I rest my head on my sword. What should I do now? No one would ever accept me… even I felt undeserving of life. I come to the sad conclusion that all I can do is survive… try to live for the ones who killed. My insignificant life cannot replace the ones lost, but it is the only thing I have to give, as worthless as it is.
I suddenly hear a scream, some kind of order, in a language I did not understand but I knew well. It was the voice of the ones that had been chasing me and my victims… the ones who had unknowingly forced me to killing.
I tighten my grip on my sword. Now I knew what I had to do! I would take as many enemy lives as necessary to pay my mortal dept. I would cleanse my blade and heart with the blood of my enemies, the blood of those truly evil! My redemption lies in the same place as my sin, I must kill to atone for killing!
With a meaning to my life I run towards a red moon, red like blood, blood that would be spilled. My new life, bathed in red has begun.