04-09-2009, 01:05 AM
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I HOLD SECRETS FLAME
The wounded warrior hadn't even realized his eyes had closed, so loose his grip on this world was becoming. He could barely even feel the rain pounding against his face. All he felt was the cold and all he smelled was his own blood. So long. It had been so long since he had tasted defeat like this. Only when he had first started his mission had he received such a grievous wound. Then he had been young and inexperienced. But now, it was so different. He was so different. He remembered that bitter taste well, but it was now intensified on his tongue. It had been a test. A test which he had failed. That being was more than just some common criminal. It was his opposite. And it had defeated him.
The soft voice that reached his ears sounded like it was coming through an air duct. So distorted and so far away. Was it some kind of angel coming to carry him away? No. No angels would come for him. He doubted such beings even existed. If they did they surely wouldn't trouble themselves with the likes of him. Demons existed though. It was a demon that had tore open the bottom of his neck and shoulder. Just because he didn't believe God existed didn't mean the Devil was a fable too. The man had seen far too much to believe that to be the case. Then faintly he felt a tug and the voice came at him again, though clearer this time. More corporeal.
Rain. He felt the rain again falling against his fallen form. Black orbs looked through their wet cloth and saw those two perfect orbs. Two pale moons glittering in the inky sky. "Cwmfen..." His voice was rougher and weaker than usual. How had she found him? How had anyone found him? Forgetting his situation, he tried to push himself up using his left arm and pain flashed before his eyes. "Goddammit," he muttered through clenched teeth. Then he used his blood-stained right hand to move into a sitting position, his wadded up scarf still sitting against the wound. It was completely stained with crimson. "I need help." It was not something he easily admitted, but if he was going to say it to anyone, he was thankful it was her.
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<3
The wounded warrior hadn't even realized his eyes had closed, so loose his grip on this world was becoming. He could barely even feel the rain pounding against his face. All he felt was the cold and all he smelled was his own blood. So long. It had been so long since he had tasted defeat like this. Only when he had first started his mission had he received such a grievous wound. Then he had been young and inexperienced. But now, it was so different. He was so different. He remembered that bitter taste well, but it was now intensified on his tongue. It had been a test. A test which he had failed. That being was more than just some common criminal. It was his opposite. And it had defeated him.
The soft voice that reached his ears sounded like it was coming through an air duct. So distorted and so far away. Was it some kind of angel coming to carry him away? No. No angels would come for him. He doubted such beings even existed. If they did they surely wouldn't trouble themselves with the likes of him. Demons existed though. It was a demon that had tore open the bottom of his neck and shoulder. Just because he didn't believe God existed didn't mean the Devil was a fable too. The man had seen far too much to believe that to be the case. Then faintly he felt a tug and the voice came at him again, though clearer this time. More corporeal.
Rain. He felt the rain again falling against his fallen form. Black orbs looked through their wet cloth and saw those two perfect orbs. Two pale moons glittering in the inky sky. "Cwmfen..." His voice was rougher and weaker than usual. How had she found him? How had anyone found him? Forgetting his situation, he tried to push himself up using his left arm and pain flashed before his eyes. "Goddammit," he muttered through clenched teeth. Then he used his blood-stained right hand to move into a sitting position, his wadded up scarf still sitting against the wound. It was completely stained with crimson. "I need help." It was not something he easily admitted, but if he was going to say it to anyone, he was thankful it was her.