Waste
12-15-2008, 04:10 PM
...fears nothing.
He reached out and took the girls throat, ignoring her pleading eyes, her wordless cries and her hands scratching at his wrists. He could hear her lover shouting; hear his feet hitting the ground as he ran to save her. Edward laughed; the boy would be too late. With one simple flick of his wrist, her neck broke and she fell.
Edward turned to the boy, surveyed his young face, shame, he could not have been older than sixteen, yet Edward had the pleasure of watching his heart break as the realisation of her death crippled him. He moved forward, holding out his black leather gloved hand. His heart only hardened when the boy began to cry. “I did warn you.” Edward said softly.
The boy shook his head “I told you to take me.”
“I ignored you.”
“Why didn’t you take me?” He had to brace himself against the wall to carry on standing, Edward shook his head, what fools we are, for loving so deeply.
“You know why.”
“I would have given it to you, if you had just not killed her” Edward could hear the spark of menace in the boys tone, it sounded so false, the boy was frightened, Edward could see him quaking.
“I will not ask you again boy”
“Kill me first…I’m useless without her…anyway.” He choked out the words. Edward rolled his eyes and took a pistol from the holster on his belt; he held it in front of him, aiming it at the boy’s forehead. If I had just done this in the first place it may have saved me some time. He thought before pulling the trigger, unleashing a sound like a crack of lightning as the bullet shot from the barrel and then made it’s way through the boy’s forehead, brain and then the back of his head, embedding itself in the wall with a spatter of sweet red blood. The boy’s body slid down the wall, leaving a slick of the thick red liquid behind.
“And so, I relieve you of this forsaken life” Edward murmured as he moved forward, slipping his gun back into the pocket of his black jacket. He ran a hand through his thick blonde hair before stooping beside the boy’s body. He put his hand to the boy’s neck and brought out the silver chain, with a quick pull he broke the chain and pulled the necklace free. It held a single round disk, ordained with decorative carvings. Edward pulled the medallion off of the flimsy chain and tucked it into his inside breast pocket. He then stood in one fluid movement, he surveyed the richly furnished bedroom one last time before leaving it and walking down the hall, stepping over the body’s of any servants who had had the unfortunate fate of meeting him on his way to the boy’s room.
He came out onto a dark street, it’s lamps spread too far apart to properly dispel any lurking shadows, and it was within these shadows that Edward lost himself, diving through the inky darkness as it pressed around him, almost suffocating him. If it wasn’t for the darkness that consumed his soul such a feat would have killed him, but as it was it only made him stronger.
Materializing from the shadows on another street, far from the boy’s house, he began to walk slowly towards the inn he was staying in, his confident stride leaving a dance of echoes in his wake. The moon glowed as a ghostly ship surfing the black clouds, it’s spatter of craters bearing witness to Edwards’s deed.
Edward entered the inn and went up to his room, not speaking to anyone on the way, he fell onto his bed and for the first time that night a hint of emotion showed on his face, in the form of a single tear that rolled down his cheek, resembling the spark of light that still lived on within him. He wiped the tear from his face, holding it on the tip of one gloved finger he examined it, his chest aching as he tried to suppress the feelings of hate that coursed through him. Accept it a voice said accept it and it will stop hurting. He wished the voice would leave him alone; surely it had better things to do? He groaned as he sat up.
I will not allow myself to enjoy what I do.
A dark chuckle resounded within his mind I felt what you felt Edward, you enjoyed that kill as much as I did.
He growled I refuse to get off on the memories like you do.
You speak as if you know me.
You have plagued me for years, am I not allowed to know you yet? Edward pulled his glove off of his left hand and examined the scar that ran down his palm, his blood oath, his tie to the living. He heard the dark voice chuckle again.
It’s not my fault Edward. It said, referring to the blood oath. Edward took the medallion from his pocket and held it in his scarred hand. He tilted his hand, letting the medallion catch the light that came from the single oil lamp. He examined the carvings, read the ancient runes, his eyes widened when he realised his mistake.
It’s the wrong one. His breath caught in his throat, his body shaking slightly as the inevitable dawned on him, you sent me after the wrong one! He stood and threw the medallion across the room with such force that it embedded itself in the wall with a sharp crack. He whirled to face the man that stood behind him, the apparition of his lord and master, robed in fine white silk. He had quite dark skin, rarely seen in Rones, more common further south, and black hair that fell to his waist. Lord Lark of Galsi, he had been dead for over two thousand years, and Galsi no longer existed.
“I killed those people for nothing!” Edward shouted. Lark sighed his head leaning to the side ever so slightly, his eyes looked sad, but Edward knew better.
“You killed them because it was necessary.” Lark took the boys wrist and led him to the window, he stood behind Edward, moving his hand from Edward’s wrist to his shoulder. He whispered in his ear. “Look at the world Edward, look at what could be yours.” Edward looked, seeing the dismal streets, the smoke rising far in the distance from the vapours their world rested on.
“Must I save it in this way?” he asked.
“You will find the Star one day, and then,” no more blood will be spent.
There was a knock at the door, “Hello? Sir? Is everything ok?” Edward walked to the door, passing through the vapour that Lark had left behind. He pulled it open, finding a small balding man standing there, dressed in a ripped, dirty tunic. The man peered around Edward, seeing the crack in the wall. His face creased with anger. “What has been going on?” Edward smiled, if the man had feathers he’d be ruffling them in agitation.
“I find it hard to control my anger.” Edward said calmly, his eyes darkening slightly, he was in no mood to have this insignificant man agitating him.
“Maybe you should try and control it whilst in my inn! And you’ll have to pay for that.” He added, indicating the wall.
Edward sighed, turning he walked to the wall and pulled the medallion from the crack, he returned to the inn keeper and placed the medallion into his hand “I’m sure this will cover the cost.” The innkeeper was speechless as he looked down at the gold medallion, shining in the palm of his hand.
“I won’t disturb you again sir.” He said, a shiny gleam of greed in his eyes, Edward smiled.
“I didn’t think you would.”
He reached out and took the girls throat, ignoring her pleading eyes, her wordless cries and her hands scratching at his wrists. He could hear her lover shouting; hear his feet hitting the ground as he ran to save her. Edward laughed; the boy would be too late. With one simple flick of his wrist, her neck broke and she fell.
Edward turned to the boy, surveyed his young face, shame, he could not have been older than sixteen, yet Edward had the pleasure of watching his heart break as the realisation of her death crippled him. He moved forward, holding out his black leather gloved hand. His heart only hardened when the boy began to cry. “I did warn you.” Edward said softly.
The boy shook his head “I told you to take me.”
“I ignored you.”
“Why didn’t you take me?” He had to brace himself against the wall to carry on standing, Edward shook his head, what fools we are, for loving so deeply.
“You know why.”
“I would have given it to you, if you had just not killed her” Edward could hear the spark of menace in the boys tone, it sounded so false, the boy was frightened, Edward could see him quaking.
“I will not ask you again boy”
“Kill me first…I’m useless without her…anyway.” He choked out the words. Edward rolled his eyes and took a pistol from the holster on his belt; he held it in front of him, aiming it at the boy’s forehead. If I had just done this in the first place it may have saved me some time. He thought before pulling the trigger, unleashing a sound like a crack of lightning as the bullet shot from the barrel and then made it’s way through the boy’s forehead, brain and then the back of his head, embedding itself in the wall with a spatter of sweet red blood. The boy’s body slid down the wall, leaving a slick of the thick red liquid behind.
“And so, I relieve you of this forsaken life” Edward murmured as he moved forward, slipping his gun back into the pocket of his black jacket. He ran a hand through his thick blonde hair before stooping beside the boy’s body. He put his hand to the boy’s neck and brought out the silver chain, with a quick pull he broke the chain and pulled the necklace free. It held a single round disk, ordained with decorative carvings. Edward pulled the medallion off of the flimsy chain and tucked it into his inside breast pocket. He then stood in one fluid movement, he surveyed the richly furnished bedroom one last time before leaving it and walking down the hall, stepping over the body’s of any servants who had had the unfortunate fate of meeting him on his way to the boy’s room.
He came out onto a dark street, it’s lamps spread too far apart to properly dispel any lurking shadows, and it was within these shadows that Edward lost himself, diving through the inky darkness as it pressed around him, almost suffocating him. If it wasn’t for the darkness that consumed his soul such a feat would have killed him, but as it was it only made him stronger.
Materializing from the shadows on another street, far from the boy’s house, he began to walk slowly towards the inn he was staying in, his confident stride leaving a dance of echoes in his wake. The moon glowed as a ghostly ship surfing the black clouds, it’s spatter of craters bearing witness to Edwards’s deed.
Edward entered the inn and went up to his room, not speaking to anyone on the way, he fell onto his bed and for the first time that night a hint of emotion showed on his face, in the form of a single tear that rolled down his cheek, resembling the spark of light that still lived on within him. He wiped the tear from his face, holding it on the tip of one gloved finger he examined it, his chest aching as he tried to suppress the feelings of hate that coursed through him. Accept it a voice said accept it and it will stop hurting. He wished the voice would leave him alone; surely it had better things to do? He groaned as he sat up.
I will not allow myself to enjoy what I do.
A dark chuckle resounded within his mind I felt what you felt Edward, you enjoyed that kill as much as I did.
He growled I refuse to get off on the memories like you do.
You speak as if you know me.
You have plagued me for years, am I not allowed to know you yet? Edward pulled his glove off of his left hand and examined the scar that ran down his palm, his blood oath, his tie to the living. He heard the dark voice chuckle again.
It’s not my fault Edward. It said, referring to the blood oath. Edward took the medallion from his pocket and held it in his scarred hand. He tilted his hand, letting the medallion catch the light that came from the single oil lamp. He examined the carvings, read the ancient runes, his eyes widened when he realised his mistake.
It’s the wrong one. His breath caught in his throat, his body shaking slightly as the inevitable dawned on him, you sent me after the wrong one! He stood and threw the medallion across the room with such force that it embedded itself in the wall with a sharp crack. He whirled to face the man that stood behind him, the apparition of his lord and master, robed in fine white silk. He had quite dark skin, rarely seen in Rones, more common further south, and black hair that fell to his waist. Lord Lark of Galsi, he had been dead for over two thousand years, and Galsi no longer existed.
“I killed those people for nothing!” Edward shouted. Lark sighed his head leaning to the side ever so slightly, his eyes looked sad, but Edward knew better.
“You killed them because it was necessary.” Lark took the boys wrist and led him to the window, he stood behind Edward, moving his hand from Edward’s wrist to his shoulder. He whispered in his ear. “Look at the world Edward, look at what could be yours.” Edward looked, seeing the dismal streets, the smoke rising far in the distance from the vapours their world rested on.
“Must I save it in this way?” he asked.
“You will find the Star one day, and then,” no more blood will be spent.
There was a knock at the door, “Hello? Sir? Is everything ok?” Edward walked to the door, passing through the vapour that Lark had left behind. He pulled it open, finding a small balding man standing there, dressed in a ripped, dirty tunic. The man peered around Edward, seeing the crack in the wall. His face creased with anger. “What has been going on?” Edward smiled, if the man had feathers he’d be ruffling them in agitation.
“I find it hard to control my anger.” Edward said calmly, his eyes darkening slightly, he was in no mood to have this insignificant man agitating him.
“Maybe you should try and control it whilst in my inn! And you’ll have to pay for that.” He added, indicating the wall.
Edward sighed, turning he walked to the wall and pulled the medallion from the crack, he returned to the inn keeper and placed the medallion into his hand “I’m sure this will cover the cost.” The innkeeper was speechless as he looked down at the gold medallion, shining in the palm of his hand.
“I won’t disturb you again sir.” He said, a shiny gleam of greed in his eyes, Edward smiled.
“I didn’t think you would.”