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by An old ending I wrote back when I was depressed...pretty good, though.
Current mood:
creative
okay. it's really long, so be patient. it's longer than i thought, but if you read it, it's worth it.
Leaves scraped across the cold ground in a silent gust of wind. Other than that, the world was sleeping, as quiet as a tomb.
Dark clouds drifted slowly across an even darker sky, obscuring the light of the full moon. The long dark coat I wore was wrapped about me, like a cloak of invisibility. My breathing was shallow, and a cold sweat covered my body. Dread and fear filled my soul as I anticipated the task before me.
Out of the silent darkness came a loud thumping noise…and I stopped short. I stifled the nervous giggle that bubbled up into my throat when I realized it was the sound of my heart beating.
I kept walking
As I approached the clearing in the middle of the stand of trees, the clouds drifted away from the face of the moon. It seemed to leer down at me, accusing me of the crime I was about to commit. As I gazed across the clearing, a tree stepped forward, as if it were to greet me.
Not a tree, but a man. You. My mind raced for something to say…my mouth opened to speak, but words deserted me. There was nothing to say. You knew, also, what we had come to this place to accomplish.
They promised me you would be the last. After this, I would be allowed to return to the life I had once known. Into the oblivion of an eventless existence. The lives I had snuffed out, like so many candles, would be forgotten…the havoc I had caused would be ended…the deception I had lived would vanish…the nightmare would finally be over, with this one last 'tragedy'.
Except it had to be you.
As you stepped forward into the moonlight, the hood you wore fell back, revealing your face. So familiar, so handsome, and so sad. You were so solemn, and determined, as if your soul had already departed. Your eyes; which had been trained on the sacrificial dagger in my hand; now lifted and met mine, staring into my soul. I hoped you could read my mind. I hope you knew that I dreaded this…knew that every fiber of my being rebelled against it. In hope you understood that it would have to be either you or me…they would never let us both live.
Another gust of wind, stronger than the first, whispered through the trees, lifting the leaves in a happy dance that belied the circumstances of the evening. You gazed unwaveringly into my eyes, reminding me of the first time I saw you. In a dream, those same dark eyes bored into mine, as you told me how our fates were to be entwined. I misunderstood the meaning of your words, and used every means possible to find you, and once I did, you warned me to stay away. You avoided my existence, but the more you pushed, the more I struggled, until the day I was in your arms. You cried, and didn't answer me when I asked you why. I dismissed that episode along with many others, when the depression in your eyes grew apparent when you looked at me.
You knew.
You knew.
My heart gave a great leap as realization came to me like the break of day. Then I closed my eyes. A rushing sound filled my head, and a million little stars seemed to swirl around me in a screaming vortex of light and sound. Voices called to me, enveloping my mind in confusion, pulling me in too many directions, tearing me apart. The twisting light whirled faster…and even faster…the voices screaming louder, and louder, until all I was aware of was light and sound an pain. Invisible hands reached into me and took hold of my heart, squeezing me in a relentless, unforgiving vice.
Something warm fell on my cheek and ran down to the corner of my lips, breaking me away from the phantom prison. I opened my eyes. You gazed at me still, the intensity in your face still apparent.
The lone tear I shed dripped off of my chin and fell to the ground. I stared down at where it had fallen, wondering at the power in it. When I looked up again, you were less than an armslength away from me. Your eyes pleaded for me to finish what I had started.
A trembling hand, my hand, held the dagger pit between us. I bowed my head, as if saying a prayer. You stood, waiting…waiting. The carvings in the dagger seemed to come to life in the glimmering moonlight. I glanced at you and met your gaze once more. We stood anticipating…communicating our last good-byes wordlessly. The clouds covered the moon again, making everything a shadow. I closed my eyes and whispered, hoarsely:
"Forgive me"
And I plunged the dagger into warm flesh. One last time…one last death. I could see your eyes widen in horror as I fell to my knees, and crumpled to the ground, my own blood forming a dark pool around me. The handle of the knife protruded grotesquely from my chest. As my life drained from me, I felt no pain…only a sense of redemption. You knelt by me, asking me 'why?'
With my last breath, I whispered
"Sacrifice"
I smiled as you held my hand, your tears falling onto my face. I closed my eyes, and let the cold hands of oblivion carry me into the darkness while you whispered my name.
Current mood:
creative okay. it's really long, so be patient. it's longer than i thought, but if you read it, it's worth it.
Leaves scraped across the cold ground in a silent gust of wind. Other than that, the world was sleeping, as quiet as a tomb.
Dark clouds drifted slowly across an even darker sky, obscuring the light of the full moon. The long dark coat I wore was wrapped about me, like a cloak of invisibility. My breathing was shallow, and a cold sweat covered my body. Dread and fear filled my soul as I anticipated the task before me.
Out of the silent darkness came a loud thumping noise…and I stopped short. I stifled the nervous giggle that bubbled up into my throat when I realized it was the sound of my heart beating.
I kept walking
As I approached the clearing in the middle of the stand of trees, the clouds drifted away from the face of the moon. It seemed to leer down at me, accusing me of the crime I was about to commit. As I gazed across the clearing, a tree stepped forward, as if it were to greet me.
Not a tree, but a man. You. My mind raced for something to say…my mouth opened to speak, but words deserted me. There was nothing to say. You knew, also, what we had come to this place to accomplish.
They promised me you would be the last. After this, I would be allowed to return to the life I had once known. Into the oblivion of an eventless existence. The lives I had snuffed out, like so many candles, would be forgotten…the havoc I had caused would be ended…the deception I had lived would vanish…the nightmare would finally be over, with this one last 'tragedy'.
Except it had to be you.
As you stepped forward into the moonlight, the hood you wore fell back, revealing your face. So familiar, so handsome, and so sad. You were so solemn, and determined, as if your soul had already departed. Your eyes; which had been trained on the sacrificial dagger in my hand; now lifted and met mine, staring into my soul. I hoped you could read my mind. I hope you knew that I dreaded this…knew that every fiber of my being rebelled against it. In hope you understood that it would have to be either you or me…they would never let us both live.
Another gust of wind, stronger than the first, whispered through the trees, lifting the leaves in a happy dance that belied the circumstances of the evening. You gazed unwaveringly into my eyes, reminding me of the first time I saw you. In a dream, those same dark eyes bored into mine, as you told me how our fates were to be entwined. I misunderstood the meaning of your words, and used every means possible to find you, and once I did, you warned me to stay away. You avoided my existence, but the more you pushed, the more I struggled, until the day I was in your arms. You cried, and didn't answer me when I asked you why. I dismissed that episode along with many others, when the depression in your eyes grew apparent when you looked at me.
You knew.
You knew.
My heart gave a great leap as realization came to me like the break of day. Then I closed my eyes. A rushing sound filled my head, and a million little stars seemed to swirl around me in a screaming vortex of light and sound. Voices called to me, enveloping my mind in confusion, pulling me in too many directions, tearing me apart. The twisting light whirled faster…and even faster…the voices screaming louder, and louder, until all I was aware of was light and sound an pain. Invisible hands reached into me and took hold of my heart, squeezing me in a relentless, unforgiving vice.
Something warm fell on my cheek and ran down to the corner of my lips, breaking me away from the phantom prison. I opened my eyes. You gazed at me still, the intensity in your face still apparent.
The lone tear I shed dripped off of my chin and fell to the ground. I stared down at where it had fallen, wondering at the power in it. When I looked up again, you were less than an armslength away from me. Your eyes pleaded for me to finish what I had started.
A trembling hand, my hand, held the dagger pit between us. I bowed my head, as if saying a prayer. You stood, waiting…waiting. The carvings in the dagger seemed to come to life in the glimmering moonlight. I glanced at you and met your gaze once more. We stood anticipating…communicating our last good-byes wordlessly. The clouds covered the moon again, making everything a shadow. I closed my eyes and whispered, hoarsely:
"Forgive me"
And I plunged the dagger into warm flesh. One last time…one last death. I could see your eyes widen in horror as I fell to my knees, and crumpled to the ground, my own blood forming a dark pool around me. The handle of the knife protruded grotesquely from my chest. As my life drained from me, I felt no pain…only a sense of redemption. You knelt by me, asking me 'why?'
With my last breath, I whispered
"Sacrifice"
I smiled as you held my hand, your tears falling onto my face. I closed my eyes, and let the cold hands of oblivion carry me into the darkness while you whispered my name.
