Tenebrae2005-07-06 08:24:53
The Pure Light, Firelight Blue, Always Caligo to us. . .
The relative to none, to be ousted and alone.
Who loves to live life, love it, and try to purify it. . .
Who feels a love unknown, divided, dispersed and gone. . .
Who needs to find her, that of which is gone.
Who gives shallow advice, empty love, diseased criticism. . .
Who fears none, Light, Lotidia.
Who would like to see a cure to life, a cure called nothing. . .
A resident of a place called home. . . . . .
* * *
The ecstasy that brought me to life and changed me is in there, somewhere. I only wished I was there to stop it. Stop it. Just bring it down to the ground before me and let it flush out. Fuck it, just fuck it. I want it to go away, stop inhibiting me like this and go away. It is just in me, still changing me to a point, to a point where I can only stop and watch. It was horrifying to see it tear apart my body so violently, just ripping me apart. I was only there to steal me soul away from its grasp, raping me of my every tear some urge to flee. I wanted to bygone of it, punch it, let it fly away. The worst thing is that I liked it. Watched it devour me, yet I liked it. The wholesome part of me wanted to be rid of it, yet another wanted it to stay. I split myself in half since then. One half here, one half there. My perception of light and dark. And yet, both search for the same Lotidia.
* * *
The cool wind was playing along my hair as I scanned the city protruding me. There was an air of malice, of impurities that flow like a gale of wind shooting among the stars. My soul felt burdened, for even though I left my humanity some time ago, it still lasts along with me. It is impossible to purify all these towns, and only the cool wind was all that softens my journey. The first town was easy to go through, passing along my gift of cleansing, let all the muck of humanity leave those that stayed behind. I watched though as the eyes of the mortal’s cringed as I passed, shielding their eyes and pushing themselves into something else. But I was there and they stared. The saddest thing was that they could not bear my presence, like that of a diseased rat. I feel good, good past human recognition, yet for that I am labeled as Dark.
Darkness is pure white, and it is easily misconnected as evil. I came to purify those of human sins, yet everyone rejected my gift. I fed it to them as lard to a pig. The local militia came, and fought against me, tearing against my skin, flashing it and scalding it. Yet even then I felt nothing and continued to work. They were too late to stop what I started. I walked through the town, walking gracefully, doing harm to nobody and nothing, yet devastating the entire population. For this, it seems my name was spread among all others with dread, and everyone is ungrateful.
As my feet trudged along the snow, each time hearing a crunch behind my ear, I moved in closer to the city. The air was still twisting and turning, and as I squinted into the dark aura of the city, I was greeted with pitch black. I stared at my hand and it glowed white. Reaching up above, I tried to grasp at the moon, yet then I gasped, and I fell down, fell of my body down before me unto the ground.
I could remember that it was the rumblings that woke me up. Around me, a figure on horseback began to ride off into the distance. Standing up, I saw myself as fully naked, the cool wind freezing my body. My apparel was gone, as so was my equipment, organic and not. I stretched out and followed the now cold trail.
* * *
They saw me hitherto,
They hated so.
I wish I were not so.
Will you help me?
* * *
The rider was organic, and for that plagued by human doubt. I ran after him, cutting through the brush and soon coming into view with him. I jumped up into the air and brandished my hand, freezing everything around me. I landed and swung my hand, decapitating his hands. I took my sword from his grasp and swung it, first emboweling him and then cutting off his head. Unfreezing the surroundings again, I put on my clothes and clambered on the horse.
Changing its destination, I turned it back and we rode back unto the city.
A sentry caught sight of Tenebrae as he rode into the city. He walked out to greet him, and called him to stop. He did not.
The sentry called out with a horn to call for help and strode out to stop the horse himself.
He was run over.
The horse stepped on the sentry’s foot, crushing it. It then maimed his leg, collapsing the bone unto itself. And I stood out, wraithlike, sticking out the sword and lodging it deep unto the midget of a sentry’s neck. Twisting the sword, the neck cracked, and the sword came out of his skull. Grey masses of pink flew out, scattering along the landscape moist,… as the snow. The tongue gagged him, it is what stuck out. Stuffing itself down his throat, it moved it‘s way down. Reflex brought him to raise the horn to his lips again, but a disgruntled sound came out. He paused for a second, coughed blood into the golden rim of the horn. Blood sprayed out, and he collapsed unto the ground. His corpse on the ground, Tenebrae rushed to meet the oncoming defenders.
* * *
Tenebrae jumped off his horse and kissed the tattoo on his hand. Chasing towards them only to stop and fall, they thought they had the upper hand. Tenebrae only watched as they supposedly tormented him and laughed. He stared at them dimly, giving them blank looks. But inside, he was imagining that these are the worst that he has ever seen, filled with rape, lust, and a terorrigation of rules. He waited for one of them to come close to give them an example that nobody has ever seen before, just waiting for the lunge. They came closer and closer, playing with their swords, swinging it right in front of his eyes. He didn’t blink, his eyes drying slowly, staring at his nemesis. The captain swung his own bastard sword at Tenebrae, and it was he who caught it. Tenebrae stood up, flipping the sword in his hand. The militia formed a semi-circle around him. Darkness took no notice of them, and just flipped the sword again and grabbed it by the razor. Time was at a standstill, and he flicked the sword at the captain. He tried to dodge it, yet it went through his head and opened up towards the back. The skull broke apart, brittle, and Tenebrae was the only moving soul who dislodged the sword. Placing a foot at the body, he grabbed it and swung it towards the closest militant. His ribs broke apart, and was left gawking at his bleeding body. The rest of them stared at him, misbelieving, and ran off. Tenebrae wiped the blood on the tunic of the captain, turned about to leave, and thrown the sword at the pelvis of the dead captain. Spitting on him, he turned about and he walked off into the city.
* * *
Standing down the street, I viewed the bustling streets move around with an air of illumed pleasantries. Mobs of beggars roamed around, with belaying pins around in their hands. Packs of dogs ran around, hungry and ribbed. The roads were dressed with filth, trash littering the ground. The buildings were holed, paint where found laid peeling. The rich and wealthy walked around tightfisted with bodyguards of sorts. I watched as one man walked down the street, his nose twisted, his body alien, surrounded by what is seemed as an army of foot soldiers, his nose high up in the air. Then from behind him, a child moved around, searching for anything that may have been dropped. But then a smell from a local street vendor brought him near towards it, soon tripping and entering it to hope to steal something. He did, yet he was caught. He let out a yelp as he was pulled back into the darkness, his hand trying to grasp a sign, ‘Bakor the Kind’. I heard as a high pitched scream blanketed the city, bringing in the mobs of dogs in. The yell was suddenly pulled short as a tongue was thrown out to the dogs to feed on. The bitches then came up and then licked down on the blood that trailed from the vendor as a new corpse was hung from the aperitif reaches. I looked down and away in disgust, the acid taste of my jurisdiction coming up from my throat. I held it in, then it spurted out from the between of my teeth. I sat down on the now moist ground and slept.
* * *
The ground was battle stained, rocked from the violent tidings that was held with its wars. It was nature against humans, and for this, humans lost. Oil was still slick all over the ground. Metal jutting out at odd angles from the ground, ruins of towns and cities amongst the ground. The humans warped the land, warped it to the point where it is no longer recognizable. Gaia struck back at them, with a fortitude that made others really consider it alive. It struck back slowly, let the humans destroy their home as much as they want, yet left them with only a pathetic amount of resources, barely sufficing the requirement to go to the moon and stay. Only then did the richest and ‘most refined’ people leave to go there, to a desolate land where they can’t ruin anything. They left the third world countries behind to scavenge the ‘greater countries’ wastes, to try to heal the Gaia that they once called,… home.
* * *
The wind twittered at my eyelashes, froze at my skin. It tussled at his hair, sparking it into firelight. The blueness still shown, opulent in it’s pre-dome, now stood still, vibrant yet dead. The snow fell slowly, a reminiscent of Gaia and it’s wraith. The first flakes dug into his skin. Then they chipped off, breaking apart, yet leaving the tip endued into his skin. The grass around him at first buckled under his girth, then yet sprouted and started to grow. Each of them so full of life, they moved out to reach the rising sun, each one jumping off the others stem to reach it. Then suddenly each stem spread out with wings of a greenish hue. They fluttered, pouncing on the snow flakes, some getting disemboweled, others jumping past. They reached out, holding the falling snowflakes in place. They held together, held to protect the one that gave them this boost of life.
They failed.
The snow was burdening to each little soul among them, and they fell upon each other, covering Tenebrae, suffocating him, yet in the end saving him from Gaia’s wraith.
* * *
The world around me was blurry. My tears were all that held me down, saddened in it’s plight. Without a doubt, it is different. The snow darkened my eyes as I bore the brunt of the world around me. It was silently beautiful. I could just stop to watch it slow down, the freezing etch burrowing deep within my body. Only the city was untouched, it’s darkness up above holding the snow to fall off the sides. The only thing that was left was heat, an amazing heat that shook the ground around it. I stood up easier this time, the melting snow giving no partake to me, and started to walk down to the city.
The city has a frugal hospitality, and an un-pending malice. The dream of a perfect city was seen here, where everyone is the same if the have the same potential or not. As I moved down the junction, the vendors at the side squinted at me and raised their arms to block their sight. The light was pure, and they could not handle that. As I passed by some shut downed their stalls, other continued to shout out bargains and their ilk. Those that quit followed me, as did a group of beggars and dogs. I felt my hair prick as they continued to follow me down. Turning around, I watched as a misshapen wraith glided along their faces, each one mimicking the others. They all stared at me, and with that I felt a sudden piercing of fear. They moved in until they formed a brief semi-circle around me, studying my every move, then they turned around and went off.
One boy stayed behind, watching me. I glanced at him then turned off.
* * *
The pain that drives me is deep within my heart, unwholesome and incurable. It was the loss of my home that could but make me cry, for I was lost. I have no home, no true home where I can feel right. I am now a hermit, rouge, a duelist, yet most of all, I am me. This is the strengthening part of me that can give me my true valor to all those that dare to cross it. The world is drifting away, yet the only thing that would hold me is my ghost. This is the true curse of myself.
* * *
The alleyways were dark, forbidding, yet I had to begin somewhere. The sun was setting, that much I could tell, yet the darkness blinded me. Taking off my cloak, I was born in light. Suddenly true light fell upon everything, and I began to move.
Bottles clanged against each other as I moved down the way, each bottle containing a soul, with infinite more waiting. I stuck out my hand and twirled gaily as the homes around me were suddenly cleaned, sparkling with darkness. I raised my head up to the stars and thumbed my nose to the darkness, as if daring it to do a move. It did nothing but watched, and as I moved down, it rushed in to make everything pure white. I laughed at its efforts and went on.
The beggars watched me with dread as I passed, my hand barely skimming their faces, yet their ghosts seemed to cling. They followed, leaving their previous homes strewn-laden on the ground, pure.
* * *
He strolled down the darkness, the dark fluttering and warping out of his face and perspective. Light was surrounding him, pure light, and all the beggars and the bedeviled sheltered their eyes from him as he passed. He struck out a hand, and All the pain and suffering seemed to be torn away, yet also came the ghosts of those he passed clung to him.
* * *
Such things as this would not easily go unnoticed, as it is such a thing that is hated most. Their where to be people that would not like this gift that I am giving, so this would anger them. An ambush of some sort is expected, is welcomed. But now only one thing was on their minds and it was to kill me. I could but wish for one second that they will not think of this, but my thoughts are folly. Who was I to wish that I could control anything like this, who was I? They are wrong.
They came like those guards outside; they came like the vendors half- dead stare. I stuck out my hand to purify, and they followed me. I tried to purify them, but suddenly I was stopped, as something was protecting them. I drove more power into my ward, but it was stopped. I turned around, to see if He or She was here, but they were not. I rebuked at this fact and turned to face them.
As my head turned, I heard an arrow fly. It caught on my nose, and then pierced it. It went through, barbs and all and fell upon the wall behind me. I suddenly felt who I am dealing with and turned to fight.
They charged at me empty minded, un aware for any tricks that I may play or do. I watched them come, and then drew my sword. They reached out to parry the throw that never came, as I took my hand and drove it deep within him. From there, I spread my fingers out, swallowing everything around me. From there I learned what I needed to learn and then fed the darkness to his heart. It was swollen already, and I finally burst it. He fell down to the ground, blood soaking his ears, his nose, and his mouth. Before he fell down to the ground, another person fell upon him, dead with numerous stroke marks along his body. He pressed upon the first fallen, and they both smeared their blood along the wall.
The third and fourth ran against him, with the fifth running behind me. I sheathed my sword and then fell down to the ground. They thought that I tripped and threw themselves at me. I then launched my legs into them, one catching them unto their groin, another at his apple. They continued with me, as they both crashed into the first one, blood and gray masses splattered everywhere. The fifth shook them off, horror drawing on his face, as I drew my sword and disemboweled him. The last one jumped at me, far beyond the normal capabilities of anyone. I lunged after him, drawing my sword to split him in half, only ending at his neck. Blood rained from the sky, as he fell tell- tailed and landed on a tree, branches skewering his heart and lungs, and decorated with his intestine.
* * *
I turned to leave after that, yet the darkness came back. It swung at me hidden, and I closed my eyes and opened them. There I saw him, staring at me, mocking me. There stood Him.
He rushed at me, his mouth still grinning, as his sword swung out. I ducked underneath it, and rushed at him, jabbing my sword up into the air. His body twisted out of the way as I jabbed the open air. I twirled the sword in my hand and moved in towards the side. His sword came out from nowhere and slammed into the sword. The sword fell down into the ground, and I uttered a short prayer of forgiveness as I took it out. I sheathed the sword and watched him do the same. A mirror image of me at best, we where different. I lunged at him with a powerful uppercut, and he twirled back again and blocked it. He cuffed my ear and then retreated, and cuffed it again. The third time I grabbed his arm and flipped him down to kiss the ground. I held him down, and then he flipped me back into the wall. I landed with a thud and watched him run at me again. I turned about and ran up against the wall, only to turn and flip. He ran face first into the wall, and I pushed him deeper within it. Now was my turn to give him farce of a grimace and leave.
Stopping before I turned, I drew his sword and flung it between His legs. There it stayed etched, clinging to his cloth. I laughed out loud and then left.
* * *
My humor ended as I watched the world around me. It was truly etched in with darkness. Everywhere I turned, there was darkness. The life that was supposed to carry a bit of light was gone. I turned again and there stood the boy, yet inside of him was light. I came up to him and settled down. Staring at him, he stared back and I smiled. I sat down on the ground, in the middle of the bustling market, immune to it all. I turned to him to speak and then he spoke.
“I know who you are.â€
My response came shaken out and then gave with a tinge of humor, “Yes, and I suppose I know too.â€
“Then,†he began, a mischievous smile drawing upon his face, “can you take me with you?â€
I drew a breath sharply and then said, “What makes you want to come with me?†but with an after thought added, “Do you want to?â€
He nodded and lifted his hand. I stared into his hand and saw that it was clean. Not clean as everyone else but different. I grimaced and then said, “I do not take pupils lightly.â€
He responded slowly, “I know.â€
“Then?â€
“I still want to come.â€
I rose up to my toes and then looked down at him. His eye was furrowed with an arrow, its stem broken off yet the barb still into his eye. His clothes were ruined, more of a rag-type sort. His hair was long, and his eyes where dark green. His skin was light earth, and I smiled.
“Then come.â€
* * *
He followed me as I began to head out of the city. It was the first city that I could not come over, and I began to feel weak. I strode out along the snow, and I stopped to look behind me. The boy had trouble walking on the snow, so I came up behind him and picked him up. My long legs treading out in front of me. I stopped where I first came to glimpse the city and turned. There it stood, with all of it’s inhabitants wicked and still, I put down the child and said to him, “Do not move.â€
I unclothed myself and dropped my clothing on the ground. All that covered me was my oil-skin trousers and heat. My body shook with it as I ran back towards the city. The moon came out to watch me, and I assaulted the darkness.
Each footstep sent out a shudder along the ground, each footstep wider than the last. I ran, ran down the path where I first came, the wind fighting against me only to give up in the end. I perpetuated it, and then heard nothing for a moment. Screeching, I jumped out into the air, the world slowing down before me. Now up taking my hands I placed them together and separated them, drawing out light. I took out the bottles and opened them, as they sparkled and twirled about me. The spirits ran, they laughed, they glided to their loved ones and of not. My legs flipping above me, my head was directly above the darkness. My hands were now full of light, balls circling around them. I then screamed, and everyone turned to face me and the sound.
The light was pouring out of every pore of my body, strengthening what was coming next. The spirits then looked up to the stars, and I glanced below me to the moon. It was beautiful, and I was going to give everyone a chance to finally see it. My scream became a shout as I sent light from my hands to kamikaze down into the darkness. After each hit the darkness weakened and broke. It turned about and ran off, trying to get away from all that was near. The Light found each piece and destroyed it, but did not reach the true malice of the people. I then gathered my hands together and waited for the final light to grow.
* * *
The overcast sky opened up, streaming with the heavens opening up. The stars prickled out, with the distant galaxies moping around. The Moon, the moon was terrible in its beauty. Huge, lovely, it strove to anguish and purify the souls that stood underneath it. All over the towns and cities, where the bedeviled and sickly stayed, they all stared up at the moon. They all looked up similarly, watching it as it glistened like fat raindrops in the sky. Everywhere, they all paid homage to the moon, dabbing their tears with their hands, offering it to the moon, and blowing. And strangely, the moon accepted this, and sparkled even more glamorously.
Yet in the distance, a light was growing.
* * *
The light grew out of his hands as Tenebrae knew what he should do. He was soon engulfed in light as an explosion came out of him. Funneled from his hands, he directed it at the city and it engulfed it too. It was hit by heat and soon became a mirage and left. A holocaust hit it, and the inferno burned everything. Then, still twirling, Tenebrae fell down to the ground. He let out a cry for rain, and then stood up.
* * *
He moved back to the child and he watched Tenebrae with fear. Tenebrae opened his mouth whispering weakly, “Let’s go kid.â€
* * *
He sat down on the metallic straw mat, as his students pitied against themselves for his favor. None caught his eye as they each exemplified their traits, and he watched, unknowingly. They fell upon droves, the ebbs of time. They were relentless, and yet they quit. But still seven stayed with him. As he stood up, They rose. As he moved, They followed. Heads down, hoods over their faces, they only kept their silence, a silent grace, as he moved towards the gardens. He hopped from rock to rock, as free as an asp robin, yet They did not follow him. They stood around, a gentle crescent watching the ground and sensing his every movement. He finally sat down on the smallest rock, and motioned for the rest to sit. They sat down on the rocks surrounding him, a custom he drilled into his mind. As he opened his mouth, a clear string of water filled the sky. Then underneath his hood, the boy smiled.
-Retribution
-Tenebrae Darkamist
The relative to none, to be ousted and alone.
Who loves to live life, love it, and try to purify it. . .
Who feels a love unknown, divided, dispersed and gone. . .
Who needs to find her, that of which is gone.
Who gives shallow advice, empty love, diseased criticism. . .
Who fears none, Light, Lotidia.
Who would like to see a cure to life, a cure called nothing. . .
A resident of a place called home. . . . . .
* * *
The ecstasy that brought me to life and changed me is in there, somewhere. I only wished I was there to stop it. Stop it. Just bring it down to the ground before me and let it flush out. Fuck it, just fuck it. I want it to go away, stop inhibiting me like this and go away. It is just in me, still changing me to a point, to a point where I can only stop and watch. It was horrifying to see it tear apart my body so violently, just ripping me apart. I was only there to steal me soul away from its grasp, raping me of my every tear some urge to flee. I wanted to bygone of it, punch it, let it fly away. The worst thing is that I liked it. Watched it devour me, yet I liked it. The wholesome part of me wanted to be rid of it, yet another wanted it to stay. I split myself in half since then. One half here, one half there. My perception of light and dark. And yet, both search for the same Lotidia.
* * *
The cool wind was playing along my hair as I scanned the city protruding me. There was an air of malice, of impurities that flow like a gale of wind shooting among the stars. My soul felt burdened, for even though I left my humanity some time ago, it still lasts along with me. It is impossible to purify all these towns, and only the cool wind was all that softens my journey. The first town was easy to go through, passing along my gift of cleansing, let all the muck of humanity leave those that stayed behind. I watched though as the eyes of the mortal’s cringed as I passed, shielding their eyes and pushing themselves into something else. But I was there and they stared. The saddest thing was that they could not bear my presence, like that of a diseased rat. I feel good, good past human recognition, yet for that I am labeled as Dark.
Darkness is pure white, and it is easily misconnected as evil. I came to purify those of human sins, yet everyone rejected my gift. I fed it to them as lard to a pig. The local militia came, and fought against me, tearing against my skin, flashing it and scalding it. Yet even then I felt nothing and continued to work. They were too late to stop what I started. I walked through the town, walking gracefully, doing harm to nobody and nothing, yet devastating the entire population. For this, it seems my name was spread among all others with dread, and everyone is ungrateful.
As my feet trudged along the snow, each time hearing a crunch behind my ear, I moved in closer to the city. The air was still twisting and turning, and as I squinted into the dark aura of the city, I was greeted with pitch black. I stared at my hand and it glowed white. Reaching up above, I tried to grasp at the moon, yet then I gasped, and I fell down, fell of my body down before me unto the ground.
I could remember that it was the rumblings that woke me up. Around me, a figure on horseback began to ride off into the distance. Standing up, I saw myself as fully naked, the cool wind freezing my body. My apparel was gone, as so was my equipment, organic and not. I stretched out and followed the now cold trail.
* * *
They saw me hitherto,
They hated so.
I wish I were not so.
Will you help me?
* * *
The rider was organic, and for that plagued by human doubt. I ran after him, cutting through the brush and soon coming into view with him. I jumped up into the air and brandished my hand, freezing everything around me. I landed and swung my hand, decapitating his hands. I took my sword from his grasp and swung it, first emboweling him and then cutting off his head. Unfreezing the surroundings again, I put on my clothes and clambered on the horse.
Changing its destination, I turned it back and we rode back unto the city.
A sentry caught sight of Tenebrae as he rode into the city. He walked out to greet him, and called him to stop. He did not.
The sentry called out with a horn to call for help and strode out to stop the horse himself.
He was run over.
The horse stepped on the sentry’s foot, crushing it. It then maimed his leg, collapsing the bone unto itself. And I stood out, wraithlike, sticking out the sword and lodging it deep unto the midget of a sentry’s neck. Twisting the sword, the neck cracked, and the sword came out of his skull. Grey masses of pink flew out, scattering along the landscape moist,… as the snow. The tongue gagged him, it is what stuck out. Stuffing itself down his throat, it moved it‘s way down. Reflex brought him to raise the horn to his lips again, but a disgruntled sound came out. He paused for a second, coughed blood into the golden rim of the horn. Blood sprayed out, and he collapsed unto the ground. His corpse on the ground, Tenebrae rushed to meet the oncoming defenders.
* * *
Tenebrae jumped off his horse and kissed the tattoo on his hand. Chasing towards them only to stop and fall, they thought they had the upper hand. Tenebrae only watched as they supposedly tormented him and laughed. He stared at them dimly, giving them blank looks. But inside, he was imagining that these are the worst that he has ever seen, filled with rape, lust, and a terorrigation of rules. He waited for one of them to come close to give them an example that nobody has ever seen before, just waiting for the lunge. They came closer and closer, playing with their swords, swinging it right in front of his eyes. He didn’t blink, his eyes drying slowly, staring at his nemesis. The captain swung his own bastard sword at Tenebrae, and it was he who caught it. Tenebrae stood up, flipping the sword in his hand. The militia formed a semi-circle around him. Darkness took no notice of them, and just flipped the sword again and grabbed it by the razor. Time was at a standstill, and he flicked the sword at the captain. He tried to dodge it, yet it went through his head and opened up towards the back. The skull broke apart, brittle, and Tenebrae was the only moving soul who dislodged the sword. Placing a foot at the body, he grabbed it and swung it towards the closest militant. His ribs broke apart, and was left gawking at his bleeding body. The rest of them stared at him, misbelieving, and ran off. Tenebrae wiped the blood on the tunic of the captain, turned about to leave, and thrown the sword at the pelvis of the dead captain. Spitting on him, he turned about and he walked off into the city.
* * *
Standing down the street, I viewed the bustling streets move around with an air of illumed pleasantries. Mobs of beggars roamed around, with belaying pins around in their hands. Packs of dogs ran around, hungry and ribbed. The roads were dressed with filth, trash littering the ground. The buildings were holed, paint where found laid peeling. The rich and wealthy walked around tightfisted with bodyguards of sorts. I watched as one man walked down the street, his nose twisted, his body alien, surrounded by what is seemed as an army of foot soldiers, his nose high up in the air. Then from behind him, a child moved around, searching for anything that may have been dropped. But then a smell from a local street vendor brought him near towards it, soon tripping and entering it to hope to steal something. He did, yet he was caught. He let out a yelp as he was pulled back into the darkness, his hand trying to grasp a sign, ‘Bakor the Kind’. I heard as a high pitched scream blanketed the city, bringing in the mobs of dogs in. The yell was suddenly pulled short as a tongue was thrown out to the dogs to feed on. The bitches then came up and then licked down on the blood that trailed from the vendor as a new corpse was hung from the aperitif reaches. I looked down and away in disgust, the acid taste of my jurisdiction coming up from my throat. I held it in, then it spurted out from the between of my teeth. I sat down on the now moist ground and slept.
* * *
The ground was battle stained, rocked from the violent tidings that was held with its wars. It was nature against humans, and for this, humans lost. Oil was still slick all over the ground. Metal jutting out at odd angles from the ground, ruins of towns and cities amongst the ground. The humans warped the land, warped it to the point where it is no longer recognizable. Gaia struck back at them, with a fortitude that made others really consider it alive. It struck back slowly, let the humans destroy their home as much as they want, yet left them with only a pathetic amount of resources, barely sufficing the requirement to go to the moon and stay. Only then did the richest and ‘most refined’ people leave to go there, to a desolate land where they can’t ruin anything. They left the third world countries behind to scavenge the ‘greater countries’ wastes, to try to heal the Gaia that they once called,… home.
* * *
The wind twittered at my eyelashes, froze at my skin. It tussled at his hair, sparking it into firelight. The blueness still shown, opulent in it’s pre-dome, now stood still, vibrant yet dead. The snow fell slowly, a reminiscent of Gaia and it’s wraith. The first flakes dug into his skin. Then they chipped off, breaking apart, yet leaving the tip endued into his skin. The grass around him at first buckled under his girth, then yet sprouted and started to grow. Each of them so full of life, they moved out to reach the rising sun, each one jumping off the others stem to reach it. Then suddenly each stem spread out with wings of a greenish hue. They fluttered, pouncing on the snow flakes, some getting disemboweled, others jumping past. They reached out, holding the falling snowflakes in place. They held together, held to protect the one that gave them this boost of life.
They failed.
The snow was burdening to each little soul among them, and they fell upon each other, covering Tenebrae, suffocating him, yet in the end saving him from Gaia’s wraith.
* * *
The world around me was blurry. My tears were all that held me down, saddened in it’s plight. Without a doubt, it is different. The snow darkened my eyes as I bore the brunt of the world around me. It was silently beautiful. I could just stop to watch it slow down, the freezing etch burrowing deep within my body. Only the city was untouched, it’s darkness up above holding the snow to fall off the sides. The only thing that was left was heat, an amazing heat that shook the ground around it. I stood up easier this time, the melting snow giving no partake to me, and started to walk down to the city.
The city has a frugal hospitality, and an un-pending malice. The dream of a perfect city was seen here, where everyone is the same if the have the same potential or not. As I moved down the junction, the vendors at the side squinted at me and raised their arms to block their sight. The light was pure, and they could not handle that. As I passed by some shut downed their stalls, other continued to shout out bargains and their ilk. Those that quit followed me, as did a group of beggars and dogs. I felt my hair prick as they continued to follow me down. Turning around, I watched as a misshapen wraith glided along their faces, each one mimicking the others. They all stared at me, and with that I felt a sudden piercing of fear. They moved in until they formed a brief semi-circle around me, studying my every move, then they turned around and went off.
One boy stayed behind, watching me. I glanced at him then turned off.
* * *
The pain that drives me is deep within my heart, unwholesome and incurable. It was the loss of my home that could but make me cry, for I was lost. I have no home, no true home where I can feel right. I am now a hermit, rouge, a duelist, yet most of all, I am me. This is the strengthening part of me that can give me my true valor to all those that dare to cross it. The world is drifting away, yet the only thing that would hold me is my ghost. This is the true curse of myself.
* * *
The alleyways were dark, forbidding, yet I had to begin somewhere. The sun was setting, that much I could tell, yet the darkness blinded me. Taking off my cloak, I was born in light. Suddenly true light fell upon everything, and I began to move.
Bottles clanged against each other as I moved down the way, each bottle containing a soul, with infinite more waiting. I stuck out my hand and twirled gaily as the homes around me were suddenly cleaned, sparkling with darkness. I raised my head up to the stars and thumbed my nose to the darkness, as if daring it to do a move. It did nothing but watched, and as I moved down, it rushed in to make everything pure white. I laughed at its efforts and went on.
The beggars watched me with dread as I passed, my hand barely skimming their faces, yet their ghosts seemed to cling. They followed, leaving their previous homes strewn-laden on the ground, pure.
* * *
He strolled down the darkness, the dark fluttering and warping out of his face and perspective. Light was surrounding him, pure light, and all the beggars and the bedeviled sheltered their eyes from him as he passed. He struck out a hand, and All the pain and suffering seemed to be torn away, yet also came the ghosts of those he passed clung to him.
* * *
Such things as this would not easily go unnoticed, as it is such a thing that is hated most. Their where to be people that would not like this gift that I am giving, so this would anger them. An ambush of some sort is expected, is welcomed. But now only one thing was on their minds and it was to kill me. I could but wish for one second that they will not think of this, but my thoughts are folly. Who was I to wish that I could control anything like this, who was I? They are wrong.
They came like those guards outside; they came like the vendors half- dead stare. I stuck out my hand to purify, and they followed me. I tried to purify them, but suddenly I was stopped, as something was protecting them. I drove more power into my ward, but it was stopped. I turned around, to see if He or She was here, but they were not. I rebuked at this fact and turned to face them.
As my head turned, I heard an arrow fly. It caught on my nose, and then pierced it. It went through, barbs and all and fell upon the wall behind me. I suddenly felt who I am dealing with and turned to fight.
They charged at me empty minded, un aware for any tricks that I may play or do. I watched them come, and then drew my sword. They reached out to parry the throw that never came, as I took my hand and drove it deep within him. From there, I spread my fingers out, swallowing everything around me. From there I learned what I needed to learn and then fed the darkness to his heart. It was swollen already, and I finally burst it. He fell down to the ground, blood soaking his ears, his nose, and his mouth. Before he fell down to the ground, another person fell upon him, dead with numerous stroke marks along his body. He pressed upon the first fallen, and they both smeared their blood along the wall.
The third and fourth ran against him, with the fifth running behind me. I sheathed my sword and then fell down to the ground. They thought that I tripped and threw themselves at me. I then launched my legs into them, one catching them unto their groin, another at his apple. They continued with me, as they both crashed into the first one, blood and gray masses splattered everywhere. The fifth shook them off, horror drawing on his face, as I drew my sword and disemboweled him. The last one jumped at me, far beyond the normal capabilities of anyone. I lunged after him, drawing my sword to split him in half, only ending at his neck. Blood rained from the sky, as he fell tell- tailed and landed on a tree, branches skewering his heart and lungs, and decorated with his intestine.
* * *
I turned to leave after that, yet the darkness came back. It swung at me hidden, and I closed my eyes and opened them. There I saw him, staring at me, mocking me. There stood Him.
He rushed at me, his mouth still grinning, as his sword swung out. I ducked underneath it, and rushed at him, jabbing my sword up into the air. His body twisted out of the way as I jabbed the open air. I twirled the sword in my hand and moved in towards the side. His sword came out from nowhere and slammed into the sword. The sword fell down into the ground, and I uttered a short prayer of forgiveness as I took it out. I sheathed the sword and watched him do the same. A mirror image of me at best, we where different. I lunged at him with a powerful uppercut, and he twirled back again and blocked it. He cuffed my ear and then retreated, and cuffed it again. The third time I grabbed his arm and flipped him down to kiss the ground. I held him down, and then he flipped me back into the wall. I landed with a thud and watched him run at me again. I turned about and ran up against the wall, only to turn and flip. He ran face first into the wall, and I pushed him deeper within it. Now was my turn to give him farce of a grimace and leave.
Stopping before I turned, I drew his sword and flung it between His legs. There it stayed etched, clinging to his cloth. I laughed out loud and then left.
* * *
My humor ended as I watched the world around me. It was truly etched in with darkness. Everywhere I turned, there was darkness. The life that was supposed to carry a bit of light was gone. I turned again and there stood the boy, yet inside of him was light. I came up to him and settled down. Staring at him, he stared back and I smiled. I sat down on the ground, in the middle of the bustling market, immune to it all. I turned to him to speak and then he spoke.
“I know who you are.â€
My response came shaken out and then gave with a tinge of humor, “Yes, and I suppose I know too.â€
“Then,†he began, a mischievous smile drawing upon his face, “can you take me with you?â€
I drew a breath sharply and then said, “What makes you want to come with me?†but with an after thought added, “Do you want to?â€
He nodded and lifted his hand. I stared into his hand and saw that it was clean. Not clean as everyone else but different. I grimaced and then said, “I do not take pupils lightly.â€
He responded slowly, “I know.â€
“Then?â€
“I still want to come.â€
I rose up to my toes and then looked down at him. His eye was furrowed with an arrow, its stem broken off yet the barb still into his eye. His clothes were ruined, more of a rag-type sort. His hair was long, and his eyes where dark green. His skin was light earth, and I smiled.
“Then come.â€
* * *
He followed me as I began to head out of the city. It was the first city that I could not come over, and I began to feel weak. I strode out along the snow, and I stopped to look behind me. The boy had trouble walking on the snow, so I came up behind him and picked him up. My long legs treading out in front of me. I stopped where I first came to glimpse the city and turned. There it stood, with all of it’s inhabitants wicked and still, I put down the child and said to him, “Do not move.â€
I unclothed myself and dropped my clothing on the ground. All that covered me was my oil-skin trousers and heat. My body shook with it as I ran back towards the city. The moon came out to watch me, and I assaulted the darkness.
Each footstep sent out a shudder along the ground, each footstep wider than the last. I ran, ran down the path where I first came, the wind fighting against me only to give up in the end. I perpetuated it, and then heard nothing for a moment. Screeching, I jumped out into the air, the world slowing down before me. Now up taking my hands I placed them together and separated them, drawing out light. I took out the bottles and opened them, as they sparkled and twirled about me. The spirits ran, they laughed, they glided to their loved ones and of not. My legs flipping above me, my head was directly above the darkness. My hands were now full of light, balls circling around them. I then screamed, and everyone turned to face me and the sound.
The light was pouring out of every pore of my body, strengthening what was coming next. The spirits then looked up to the stars, and I glanced below me to the moon. It was beautiful, and I was going to give everyone a chance to finally see it. My scream became a shout as I sent light from my hands to kamikaze down into the darkness. After each hit the darkness weakened and broke. It turned about and ran off, trying to get away from all that was near. The Light found each piece and destroyed it, but did not reach the true malice of the people. I then gathered my hands together and waited for the final light to grow.
* * *
The overcast sky opened up, streaming with the heavens opening up. The stars prickled out, with the distant galaxies moping around. The Moon, the moon was terrible in its beauty. Huge, lovely, it strove to anguish and purify the souls that stood underneath it. All over the towns and cities, where the bedeviled and sickly stayed, they all stared up at the moon. They all looked up similarly, watching it as it glistened like fat raindrops in the sky. Everywhere, they all paid homage to the moon, dabbing their tears with their hands, offering it to the moon, and blowing. And strangely, the moon accepted this, and sparkled even more glamorously.
Yet in the distance, a light was growing.
* * *
The light grew out of his hands as Tenebrae knew what he should do. He was soon engulfed in light as an explosion came out of him. Funneled from his hands, he directed it at the city and it engulfed it too. It was hit by heat and soon became a mirage and left. A holocaust hit it, and the inferno burned everything. Then, still twirling, Tenebrae fell down to the ground. He let out a cry for rain, and then stood up.
* * *
He moved back to the child and he watched Tenebrae with fear. Tenebrae opened his mouth whispering weakly, “Let’s go kid.â€
* * *
He sat down on the metallic straw mat, as his students pitied against themselves for his favor. None caught his eye as they each exemplified their traits, and he watched, unknowingly. They fell upon droves, the ebbs of time. They were relentless, and yet they quit. But still seven stayed with him. As he stood up, They rose. As he moved, They followed. Heads down, hoods over their faces, they only kept their silence, a silent grace, as he moved towards the gardens. He hopped from rock to rock, as free as an asp robin, yet They did not follow him. They stood around, a gentle crescent watching the ground and sensing his every movement. He finally sat down on the smallest rock, and motioned for the rest to sit. They sat down on the rocks surrounding him, a custom he drilled into his mind. As he opened his mouth, a clear string of water filled the sky. Then underneath his hood, the boy smiled.
-Retribution
-Tenebrae Darkamist
Tenebrae2005-07-06 08:26:24
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No threat of any kind, or violation of law or school rule is intended by anything herein. The contents do not reflect my personal state of mind, but are creatively written--perhaps with offense or question to some. The names used are fictitious despite any similarities they may share with others having the same names. In all cases, where words may literally signify threats, violence or other prohibited in-school speech, the reader should perceive them as provocative symbolisms, analogies, similes, metaphors, etc., and, if necessary, the reader should not accord the plain or ordinary meaning to words that sound threatening, or otherwise unlawful, if it is possible, however unlikely, to interpret or define the words in a manner that makes them lawful and acceptable.
