Something I wrote, based on the Kingdom Hearts saga. If you never heard of it, not to worry, the Kingdom Hearts part is very slim.
A young man was walking down a darkened path, out of the forest. He was walking out the same way he came in. Seeing his footsteps gave him goose bumps, bringing back the thoughts and feelings he had when he was walking that path for the first time, and how diverse his state of mind was after. Heavy rain was pouring over him, washing away the sweat and blood he had on his body. The rain even washed away the tears that were pouring straight out of his deeply wounded heart. But it could not wash away the emotions that raged a war inside of him.
Smoke was coming off of him, due to the coolness of the rain. It was cold, but he didn’t care. He didn’t care for anything in the world. “No purpose… No life… Why am I to exist?” – he whispered to himself. Suddenly stopping his walk. He dragged a black chain out from behind him, grabbing the dark ring that was on the end of it. He stared blankly at the ring, and then looked up at the moon. “You wish I would die, don’t you?” – he said in a lost voice. Confidence was a distant thing to him, hope was even more galaxies away. Desperation, however, was the closest thing he had.
He kept staring at the moon, wishing to destroy it, but the feeling of weakness was all around his emotions, his muscles felt like they were filled with lead. “I failed… everything… everyone…” – the parting with his best friends came to his lost mind. “I failed you, Sora, Donald, and Goofy… Ro… Rox…” – a boulder in his chest did not let him speak any further. A burst of tears unwillingly came out of his eyes again. “When warriors cry, they do not shed tears, they shed blood.” – he heard his father say, in his mind. He never knew why he said that to him, Now it seemed clear to him as he looked onto his left wrist and clutched onto the sharp ring even harder. “These damned chains started my story, they will be the final dot in my last chapter…” – he put the sharp ring onto his wrist. He didn’t even flinch to get ready for the pain, his muscles did not even tense up. He was relaxed and ready to let death take him wherever it wanted to. The ring pushed deeper into his wrist. He could feel the jamming in his veins. The blood was stopping. Despite that he was relaxed. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes and made the last slash that he would ever execute…
…Or so Blaze thought…
Post Edited:2007-07-15 11:27:20