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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Teens
- Theme: Drama / Human Interest
- Subject: General Interest
- Published: 08/30/2013
Vengeance, Despair, A Second Chance
Born 1993, M, from Sydney, AustraliaStarring down a man “he” was paid to kill, “he” draws his sword ready for the final showdown. Steadying his blade, calming his mind, over twenty Slaves stand in the way of him and the man. The Slaves roaring ferociously pull out their weapons. Massive clubs, axes and berserker blades thrown around like toys, the slaves charge at him. Perfectly still, a drop of sweat slides down his face as he draws up some power from within him.
* SLASH *
A flash of light follows from one side of the Slaves to the other as he sheaths his sword. Blood sprays across and covers everything in the room as all the Slaves fall apart.
“I see you’ve awaken. Now that a challenge has arisen I’ll tell you a secret.” The man says. After a long silent pause the man continues to speak again revealing the truth. “I was the one who slaughtered your entire family” the man grins.
“He” drops to his knees, eyes gleaming open. 'It can’t be,' he thinks to himself. 'I finally found him'. As he looks back up at the man, a horrifying look with a deadly grin bears its rightful place. “I’ve been waiting for this moment since ten years ago,” he laughs, “Now I get to rip you in half like your Slaves.” The man’s gaze widens with surprise.
As a draft blows through, the two men stare each other down. Time seems to freeze as “he” looks back at his life, at the good times and the bad. He misses those days. Wishes they were back. When asleep, he’d dream of those days again. When awake, from the madness, the regret and the sadness, he would SEE those days again. The memories flashing past like ghosts. A teardrop falls down his face as he stands back up. “Prepare yourself,” he says.
The man still has a surprised expression but forces a laugh. “Don’t get so cocky. We won’t know who will die until it’s over. But I promise you; my time is not over yet,” the man says. Both grabbing their sword in their sheath’s getting into their fighting stances preparing for their first and final move. The man charges first and “he” follows straight after. Slightly revealing their blades, the man’s blade begins to surround itself with a pitch-black flame like aura.
As they charge “he” says, “I hadn’t awoken when you thought I did. But after forgiving you, my powers are complete”. And with that said, his blade begins to shine more and more brightly.
“How have you forgiven me when you are still charging to take my life?” the man says still charging, the swords slightly drawn. “He” starts to think of the best way to answer the man’s question. Then suddenly it hits him.
“If it’s one thing I’m certain of, it’s that both of us will die here today. But my soul will go to hell in place of yours,” he answers. The man smiles as they reach each other. Only one sword is drawn. One man stabbed.
Time freezes. A life full of memories comes flashing past. Never feeling so cold and alone. “I wish she was here. I hope I see her face… one last time. Please forgive me, for leaving you alone again.” Time unfreezes as blood flies across both ways. Tearing out the sword from his side sliding by to a stop, “his” sword still only partly unsheathed and shining ferociously bright, his side beginning to bleed tremendously, he slowly turns to look back with a forced smile in pain.
“Impossible,” the man says as he coughs out blood. “So much power. Power to kill me without even being drawn.” “He” sheaths the revealing part of his blade and as it clips in, more blood explodes out from all around the man. The top half of the man, gaining speed twists around and slips off. His hand twitches as his grip weakens. Taking his last gasps for air, he watches the ceiling as if watching the sky. Then the man says, “It looks like you were right after all. We’re both going to die here.” With a smile, his body freezes. The black sword starts losing its dark flame like aura and returns to its original form as it falls from the dead mans hand.
Coughing blood “he” says forcefully, “It’s finally over… now I have all but one regret left.” He forces his way out of the bloody corpse filled room and walks across the hall. Almost stumbling, he leans against the wall holding his torn side and begins to slide down to sit and relax his mind.
“HEY!” a girl yells, running from down the hall. “Did you finish him off?” she asks.
“He” tries to smile and lift his right arm to make his sign, which was a way of saying “yeah” or “you better believe it” or making promises etc. But he cannot. A sad and worried expression befalls him as he looks down at his dead arm.
“Well?” the girl asks from still a distance away. “He” looks back at her and forces a smile. Lifting his left arm he makes his sign. The girl begins to slow down realising that something is wrong. “He always uses his right hand to make that sign,” she thinks to herself as she runs faster towards him. Tears begin to rush down her face. All of a sudden she remembers the fortune telling he told her about; that “the day he dies is the day he was to use his left hand”.
The girl finally reaching him kneels down next to him. “Oh my god…” she says, shedding so many tears. “What happened to you?” she asks while touching his arm and shoulder.
Suddenly the building starts to shake. Walls collapse and chunks of ceiling fall. “You have to go,” he says, “or you’ll die with me.”
“I can’t leave you. And you promised you wouldn’t leave me. You can’t die because we are supposed to die together, but not in this place. Not now,” the girl cries. “Don’t leave me alone again.”
He smiles and pulls her head closer to give her a kiss on the forehead. “I’m not going to leave you alone. And I won’t die completely,” he says, “I’ll always remain alive and stay with you in your heart and in your memories.” He begins to cough out more blood and is now surrounded in a pool of it. “Now I have no regrets. I’ve paid off my payment to you, killed the man who slaughtered my family and most importantly… I got to see your face again one last time.” The girl begins to cry more heavily. “Please go,” he whispers, “I want you to live.”
Agreeing, the girl stands and runs. Once outside she conflicts with herself wondering whether or not to look back; but she decides to look back at the last second.
Sitting against the wall he starts breathing less. As the collapsing building starts to fall closer towards him, he thinks to himself that there is no hope. Suddenly a light shines in front of him. He looks up to see an indescribably beautiful angel drawing nearer towards him. A chill runs up his spine and emotions burst through him causing him to cry as well. The angel speaks words, which only he can hear. “I was wrong. I still have some things I need to do. I can’t die. I don’t want to die,” he tells the angel. “Even if I’m going to; even if I have to.” He pauses a while trying to catch his final breath to yell out his final words. Closing his eyes he cries out loudly, “I STILL DON’T WANT TO DIE!” As the ceiling crumbles the angel smiles at him and the roof collapses onto him. A final light bursts through the hall, glimmering out from every crack. Small lights begin to fall like raindrops as the final wish in his heart was granted.
“NOOOO!” the girl cries out falling to her hands and knees. The battle with others was finally over; but the battle with herself, her thoughts and her emotions was only just beginning. The clouds of dust and drops of light fly around and through her. Her hair tossed about wildly. In her mind she realises that… this day may never end for her. She looks back up at the building now in ruins. She lifts her right hand and makes his sign. Smiling as best she could, the girl says, “I will be waiting for the day that we will meet again… so please… wait for me.”
- Ten years later -
Ten years has past and “she” is sitting on the same footpath in the same street that her adventures with “him” had begun. A little boy comes up to her and asks why she is alone, why she is sad. “She” replies, “a long time ago the last person I ever cared about left me, just like everyone else. I’ve been all alone for so long now.”
The boy kneels down in front of her and says to her, “I’m alone too. I don’t even remember anything before this day except for two things.” She lifts her head and looks at the boy’s feet. “The only things I remember is a voice telling me in a half remembered dream, that my important person is still waiting for me in the place we first met, and the other is more of a feeling in my heart.”
After “she” heard this, she remembered when “he” first came up to her back when she was on the street twelve years ago. “What kind of feeling is that?” she asks.
“Well…” the boy continues after a slight pause, “I have a feeling that long ago a very important person left me alone too.”
“She” tucks her head back in her arms and sighs. “This world sucks, doesn’t it?” “She” asks expecting no actual response.
“I don’t think so,” the boy replies. “I think that as long as someone acknowledges you enough to talk to you and worry about you even the least bit, the world will be beautiful.” There was a silent pause. “You mind if I sit and wait here with you? That way you won’t have to be alone either,” the boy says.
A slight breeze blows past and “she” looks up to avoid the dust blowing into her eyes. A tear begins to slide down her cheek and a smile begins to grow as she sees the boy’s face. “Sure,” she says.
The boy says, “If you want me to, I’ll sit with you forever too.”
“She” then smiles and says, “You seem a lot like “him”,” grabbing onto the boys sleeves as tightly as she could. “And look a lot like he did.” she continued, crying happily.
The boy smiles, showing a large happy grin and says, “You’re really pretty lady. I like you,” as he lifts his right hand and makes a once familiar sign.
Vengeance, Despair, A Second Chance(Lawrence A.F.)
Starring down a man “he” was paid to kill, “he” draws his sword ready for the final showdown. Steadying his blade, calming his mind, over twenty Slaves stand in the way of him and the man. The Slaves roaring ferociously pull out their weapons. Massive clubs, axes and berserker blades thrown around like toys, the slaves charge at him. Perfectly still, a drop of sweat slides down his face as he draws up some power from within him.
* SLASH *
A flash of light follows from one side of the Slaves to the other as he sheaths his sword. Blood sprays across and covers everything in the room as all the Slaves fall apart.
“I see you’ve awaken. Now that a challenge has arisen I’ll tell you a secret.” The man says. After a long silent pause the man continues to speak again revealing the truth. “I was the one who slaughtered your entire family” the man grins.
“He” drops to his knees, eyes gleaming open. 'It can’t be,' he thinks to himself. 'I finally found him'. As he looks back up at the man, a horrifying look with a deadly grin bears its rightful place. “I’ve been waiting for this moment since ten years ago,” he laughs, “Now I get to rip you in half like your Slaves.” The man’s gaze widens with surprise.
As a draft blows through, the two men stare each other down. Time seems to freeze as “he” looks back at his life, at the good times and the bad. He misses those days. Wishes they were back. When asleep, he’d dream of those days again. When awake, from the madness, the regret and the sadness, he would SEE those days again. The memories flashing past like ghosts. A teardrop falls down his face as he stands back up. “Prepare yourself,” he says.
The man still has a surprised expression but forces a laugh. “Don’t get so cocky. We won’t know who will die until it’s over. But I promise you; my time is not over yet,” the man says. Both grabbing their sword in their sheath’s getting into their fighting stances preparing for their first and final move. The man charges first and “he” follows straight after. Slightly revealing their blades, the man’s blade begins to surround itself with a pitch-black flame like aura.
As they charge “he” says, “I hadn’t awoken when you thought I did. But after forgiving you, my powers are complete”. And with that said, his blade begins to shine more and more brightly.
“How have you forgiven me when you are still charging to take my life?” the man says still charging, the swords slightly drawn. “He” starts to think of the best way to answer the man’s question. Then suddenly it hits him.
“If it’s one thing I’m certain of, it’s that both of us will die here today. But my soul will go to hell in place of yours,” he answers. The man smiles as they reach each other. Only one sword is drawn. One man stabbed.
Time freezes. A life full of memories comes flashing past. Never feeling so cold and alone. “I wish she was here. I hope I see her face… one last time. Please forgive me, for leaving you alone again.” Time unfreezes as blood flies across both ways. Tearing out the sword from his side sliding by to a stop, “his” sword still only partly unsheathed and shining ferociously bright, his side beginning to bleed tremendously, he slowly turns to look back with a forced smile in pain.
“Impossible,” the man says as he coughs out blood. “So much power. Power to kill me without even being drawn.” “He” sheaths the revealing part of his blade and as it clips in, more blood explodes out from all around the man. The top half of the man, gaining speed twists around and slips off. His hand twitches as his grip weakens. Taking his last gasps for air, he watches the ceiling as if watching the sky. Then the man says, “It looks like you were right after all. We’re both going to die here.” With a smile, his body freezes. The black sword starts losing its dark flame like aura and returns to its original form as it falls from the dead mans hand.
Coughing blood “he” says forcefully, “It’s finally over… now I have all but one regret left.” He forces his way out of the bloody corpse filled room and walks across the hall. Almost stumbling, he leans against the wall holding his torn side and begins to slide down to sit and relax his mind.
“HEY!” a girl yells, running from down the hall. “Did you finish him off?” she asks.
“He” tries to smile and lift his right arm to make his sign, which was a way of saying “yeah” or “you better believe it” or making promises etc. But he cannot. A sad and worried expression befalls him as he looks down at his dead arm.
“Well?” the girl asks from still a distance away. “He” looks back at her and forces a smile. Lifting his left arm he makes his sign. The girl begins to slow down realising that something is wrong. “He always uses his right hand to make that sign,” she thinks to herself as she runs faster towards him. Tears begin to rush down her face. All of a sudden she remembers the fortune telling he told her about; that “the day he dies is the day he was to use his left hand”.
The girl finally reaching him kneels down next to him. “Oh my god…” she says, shedding so many tears. “What happened to you?” she asks while touching his arm and shoulder.
Suddenly the building starts to shake. Walls collapse and chunks of ceiling fall. “You have to go,” he says, “or you’ll die with me.”
“I can’t leave you. And you promised you wouldn’t leave me. You can’t die because we are supposed to die together, but not in this place. Not now,” the girl cries. “Don’t leave me alone again.”
He smiles and pulls her head closer to give her a kiss on the forehead. “I’m not going to leave you alone. And I won’t die completely,” he says, “I’ll always remain alive and stay with you in your heart and in your memories.” He begins to cough out more blood and is now surrounded in a pool of it. “Now I have no regrets. I’ve paid off my payment to you, killed the man who slaughtered my family and most importantly… I got to see your face again one last time.” The girl begins to cry more heavily. “Please go,” he whispers, “I want you to live.”
Agreeing, the girl stands and runs. Once outside she conflicts with herself wondering whether or not to look back; but she decides to look back at the last second.
Sitting against the wall he starts breathing less. As the collapsing building starts to fall closer towards him, he thinks to himself that there is no hope. Suddenly a light shines in front of him. He looks up to see an indescribably beautiful angel drawing nearer towards him. A chill runs up his spine and emotions burst through him causing him to cry as well. The angel speaks words, which only he can hear. “I was wrong. I still have some things I need to do. I can’t die. I don’t want to die,” he tells the angel. “Even if I’m going to; even if I have to.” He pauses a while trying to catch his final breath to yell out his final words. Closing his eyes he cries out loudly, “I STILL DON’T WANT TO DIE!” As the ceiling crumbles the angel smiles at him and the roof collapses onto him. A final light bursts through the hall, glimmering out from every crack. Small lights begin to fall like raindrops as the final wish in his heart was granted.
“NOOOO!” the girl cries out falling to her hands and knees. The battle with others was finally over; but the battle with herself, her thoughts and her emotions was only just beginning. The clouds of dust and drops of light fly around and through her. Her hair tossed about wildly. In her mind she realises that… this day may never end for her. She looks back up at the building now in ruins. She lifts her right hand and makes his sign. Smiling as best she could, the girl says, “I will be waiting for the day that we will meet again… so please… wait for me.”
- Ten years later -
Ten years has past and “she” is sitting on the same footpath in the same street that her adventures with “him” had begun. A little boy comes up to her and asks why she is alone, why she is sad. “She” replies, “a long time ago the last person I ever cared about left me, just like everyone else. I’ve been all alone for so long now.”
The boy kneels down in front of her and says to her, “I’m alone too. I don’t even remember anything before this day except for two things.” She lifts her head and looks at the boy’s feet. “The only things I remember is a voice telling me in a half remembered dream, that my important person is still waiting for me in the place we first met, and the other is more of a feeling in my heart.”
After “she” heard this, she remembered when “he” first came up to her back when she was on the street twelve years ago. “What kind of feeling is that?” she asks.
“Well…” the boy continues after a slight pause, “I have a feeling that long ago a very important person left me alone too.”
“She” tucks her head back in her arms and sighs. “This world sucks, doesn’t it?” “She” asks expecting no actual response.
“I don’t think so,” the boy replies. “I think that as long as someone acknowledges you enough to talk to you and worry about you even the least bit, the world will be beautiful.” There was a silent pause. “You mind if I sit and wait here with you? That way you won’t have to be alone either,” the boy says.
A slight breeze blows past and “she” looks up to avoid the dust blowing into her eyes. A tear begins to slide down her cheek and a smile begins to grow as she sees the boy’s face. “Sure,” she says.
The boy says, “If you want me to, I’ll sit with you forever too.”
“She” then smiles and says, “You seem a lot like “him”,” grabbing onto the boys sleeves as tightly as she could. “And look a lot like he did.” she continued, crying happily.
The boy smiles, showing a large happy grin and says, “You’re really pretty lady. I like you,” as he lifts his right hand and makes a once familiar sign.
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