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"Can you feel now ********?" I said as I finished dragging my sword across the leaches throat.
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I didn't have friends.
I didn't have family.
All I had was myself & that's all I ever needed.
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They finally realized who I was & that I was even there. Not that it mattered. It was already too late for them.
"You b***h!" He came flying at me & nobody at the tortured age of 17 should know how to use a gun like that...except me.
I pulled it out of the back of my pants where it had been coldly sleeping against my lower back.
I never knew another peace of metal that could get that hot that fast...all because it was in my hands.
Heh! It was hot for me.
The bullet had glided through the next leaches chest like a figurer skater glides on smoothed ice.
Ash ensued.
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I didn't cry not because I couldn't. It's because I DIDN'T. There was no point in wasting bodily fluids over something as moronic as the reasons I had.
Plus, it was so much easier being angry.
No tears.
No hurt.
Just pure rage I got to take out at night on the unholy.
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By now I had sliced two of them & glided through five.
This was all too simple anymore. Too easy. It all seemed so right but yet sanely wrong.
Was I taking life or giving it back?
Don't mistake me, I wasn't god. Far from, but so close that at times I could feel the water under my feet as I walked.
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Hurt was just another word for suffering.
I didn't get hurt & I didn't suffer.
That was my law...& that was my greatest flaw.
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I cut through the next to last one & smirked.
"A whole clan by myself, not to shabby for a loner." I said cockly turning with my sword toward the final one. Right up to her ghostly white hot spot.
But I didn't finish her off right away...something about her. Something there told me that I would be wrong if my sword finished my blissful sin one more time tonight.
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Actions my speak louder then words, but eyes cry the truth more then god dared to lie, & god those eyes...dull lifeless things they called eyes is what stopped me from cutting you down.
My flaw & those eyes...
Hehe...they were perfect for each other.
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She didn't say anything.
She didn't need to.
She knew it was a waste of time & that it would never help.
Then again...maybe she didn't need to say a word.
...Not a single sound & she brought me to my knees with a weight of everything that was floating above the invisible carpet that shielded my shoulders.
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All you ever needed was to stay by my lonesome side I called home.
The side I never thought I had to give....I never thought I'd need a reason or have a reason for that matter to give it.
But with you...there seemed to be the slightest sun ray of imposable reason.
Reason...the thing that brought me to my knees that night. The thing that made me so heartless to begin with. The thing I always used to justify my worthless actions of "god." the thing that was everything & nothing all in the same simple word...
Reason.
I hate it for being the ghost of Christmas past, present, & future...& even after death THERE STILL...seems to be dispiteful reason stalking me around.
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The reunion of the weight & my arm forced my blade down. It had not even the strength to to hind it's way back to a blades safe haven.
I gazed at you. You didn't brake it either.
No one had accomplished that before.
No one had dared try for that accomplishment, the cowards...but you...you weren't one of them.
You were the minority.
One of the few that did not beg, did not plead, nor did you do any other things that most do in front of that side of me.
You stared back...cold & hard into the deaths of hell I considered my soul as the harmonious harps dreadfully played there sweet rupturing tunes painfully drifting on black clouds.
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"I'll let you walk the among the living a little longer blood sucker." I announced to you as our gaze held together. "but mark my words, cross me again & the sunlight is the least of your worries."
One second....
Two seconds....
Three seconds....
Four, five.
I turned & walked out the way I had come in.
Leaving her lively dead.
Leaving anyone lively dead for that mater....for the first & the last time of my idiotic life.
I learned from my mistakes...& your betrayal,
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That was the being of the end for me.
My fairy tail that never was...& never should of been.
The time that I thought I was living only to find out that I was truly dead.
Time will tell the tail & time will be my downfall once again...or maybe it won't be...
Only time will tell my sweet life sucker...only time will tell.
- by Kradalicious |
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- | Submitted on 10/11/2008 |
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- Title: Mistake or Betrayal
- Artist: Kradalicious
- Description: Just a simple dream of a memory of the past that seems just to much of the past to be but a dream.
- Date: 10/11/2008
- Tags: mistake betrayal
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Comments (1 Comments)
- Hawkbri - 01/04/2009
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wow! ummm, could you possibly make another story similar to this one? I was really pulled into this.
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