Post by Raid on Jun 6, 2010 20:39:23 GMT -8
Raid stumbled up the mountain, struggling to keep his poise. His back was straight, his steps unfaltering, but his eyes were flashing frantically between silver and purple. Behind those changing eyes, chaos could be seen, something disturbing his calm, sound mind. The lids slid over his eyes and his hands ran through the silver, sweaty hair dripping over them, his mind aflame with thoughts. He was Death no longer - he knew that, he could accept that, now. The hybrid could still feel it - the power, the rank - he could feel it gripped firmly and securely in his fingers. It was there, in his hands, but he could do nothing with it.
Sin was gone. Kat was no longer his, Eclipse never was. But it didn't bother him any more, not really. He couldn't get in contact with Shiek, the dragon who had literally been a part of him, but that didn't really even fase him. But, Shiek... Though he knew the old, black beast was nowhere around, it felt like when he was, when he had the dark matter around him... No, wait, more like when... When it was inside him...
Raid fell to one knee and one hand reached out to hold himself up on a boulder. When Shiek was inside of him...? So many years ago. And the dark matter...
But that was wrong, too. As he searched frantically through his mind and these knew feelings, he realized something - it wasn't Shiek's matter he could feel. It was more like... It was... Pain.
Pure, unsoftened pain had flooded his mind, his body, his soul. He remembered now. He remembered what he was as a child, what he felt as a child. The pain was crippling, and he only managed to stand from his body's past years of training. But something came that he didn't remember; pictures and voices poured into his mind. The hybrid realized with a look of stark surprise that he was seeing through the minds of the victims, the ones being tortured, killed, the ones whose pain he was taking.
Somehow, a thought came into his mind, and it came ever so slowly to him that this thought was the reason why he was okay with losing his life. He had a purpose now. How he knew this, he couldn't say, but it rang true in his heart. He had been selected for something beyond death, he had been chosen to help the world, instead of simply waiting at the tail end of it.
He stood up to his full height, his eyes blinking open and glowing a brilliant, steady purple. His jaw was set firm, his body stuck hard in the ground. He gripped his hands into fists, looking up into the blazing blue sky, taking a deep breath and letting his voice out in a deep, relieved, awe-inspiring growl, "I am the Martyr!"
Sin was gone. Kat was no longer his, Eclipse never was. But it didn't bother him any more, not really. He couldn't get in contact with Shiek, the dragon who had literally been a part of him, but that didn't really even fase him. But, Shiek... Though he knew the old, black beast was nowhere around, it felt like when he was, when he had the dark matter around him... No, wait, more like when... When it was inside him...
Raid fell to one knee and one hand reached out to hold himself up on a boulder. When Shiek was inside of him...? So many years ago. And the dark matter...
But that was wrong, too. As he searched frantically through his mind and these knew feelings, he realized something - it wasn't Shiek's matter he could feel. It was more like... It was... Pain.
Pure, unsoftened pain had flooded his mind, his body, his soul. He remembered now. He remembered what he was as a child, what he felt as a child. The pain was crippling, and he only managed to stand from his body's past years of training. But something came that he didn't remember; pictures and voices poured into his mind. The hybrid realized with a look of stark surprise that he was seeing through the minds of the victims, the ones being tortured, killed, the ones whose pain he was taking.
Somehow, a thought came into his mind, and it came ever so slowly to him that this thought was the reason why he was okay with losing his life. He had a purpose now. How he knew this, he couldn't say, but it rang true in his heart. He had been selected for something beyond death, he had been chosen to help the world, instead of simply waiting at the tail end of it.
He stood up to his full height, his eyes blinking open and glowing a brilliant, steady purple. His jaw was set firm, his body stuck hard in the ground. He gripped his hands into fists, looking up into the blazing blue sky, taking a deep breath and letting his voice out in a deep, relieved, awe-inspiring growl, "I am the Martyr!"