Igitur qui desiderat pacem, praeparet bellum
The water rushed down upon, drop after drop beating against my skin. The hit from the water turning my skin red as my body rushed blood through the system to help cool it down. The emotions and events of my actions rushing in front of my face as the water trickled down my back. Steam engulfed in the room as I lowered my eye lids, partially from the lack of rest, as my body began to tense. I reached up, running my hands through my hair and slicking the water away, as my fingers began to clinch upon the back of my scalp.
I wanted to rip my entire self off, my body aching, then all was white as it flashed by again:
My grip was loose and I was no longer standing in the shower. I stared down the hallway again as the steps were growing closer. A larger shadow began to engulf the hallway exit as silence carried itself over the atmosphere. The buzzing, whirring, and noises of the rooms ceased as my body began to tense. I looked forward as my arms hung down by my sides. My fingers slightly curled as my palms faced towards the heavens.
The exit, forward, eclipsed in his darkness.
How could I think it would happen any other way? What could I expect when it all unfolded? The time was not for questions at the moment. I took a deep breath as every muscle of my body twitched. The fibers of my very being quivered in readiness as a thud from my heart, echoed loudly in my ears. The blood pushed its course through my body, my left arm rose up to the air.
With a roar of animosity, a swipe of the arm, and leap from my feet... I charged towards him.
Left, right, my feet slammed against the ground. The muscles of my legs came down with a heavy thunder, but that which was far from a weighted burden. Echoes shuttered down the hallway as I cut through the air with a speed and zeal I rarely used. His eyes glowed a bright red and it was within moments that he was no longer standing still.
Moments seemed like eternities that passed in an instance.
We met hard as we came to blows. Roars of pain, anger, and years of repressed lonesome torment rang through our heads. This time was different. I was stronger than I realized as I landed the first hit. Square into the center of his chest plate, as he staggered back a step. My hand clinched tighter, than I myself thought possible, but it wasn't a long moment before the sound in the air gave notion to metal. A chain whistled across my ear as I dodge to the side, to be met with a rib cracking fist.
I writhed but couldn't waste time as I swung myself to the side.
A hard kick landed against his shoulder, as I forced off my feet. I landed, using my hands to spring myself back and to my feet as I slid against the smooth floor. He turned and with a glare, the chain came flying at me. I knocked it to the side, as I charged from my stance, blocking the incoming fist from his other side but not being to able to stop his knee. I hung, limp over his knee, from the force as he whipped around and I was met with a back-hand.
Like a child... I hit the wall.
He was relentless. He was angry. Imprisoned for so long. What kind of partnership had this been for him to have been restrained? I began to slide down the wall, dodging purely on luck, as a fist slammed hard into the wall. I rolled to the side and across the floor as I looked up at the figure towering over me. He tried once before but now he's angry.
Through the air I leaped, my hand heavy and mad.
I let it snap with as much as I could summon as his arm came out in my direction. He caught my fist in his palm, gripping tightly as the chain extending from his wrist snarled itself around my arm. He yanked back and with a countering twist his other hand rushed towards me. I shut my eyes as the pain welled up my body. His fist slammed into my chest as he let go. I hit the ground hard as I slid across the floor.
Where was my spirit?
I tumbled against the hard floor before finally hitting a stop. I looked down and over myself. In such a short time I had been battered, bruised, and beaten nearly to the point of quitting. He was too fast, to angry, to free... Freedom. The lack of restraint. No worries nor hesitation from fear. He showed none, yet he knew them. He knew and experienced all of them. That's what this was about. It was time to separate them from my nature. Expunge the weak.
The king is separated by his instincts.
I pulled myself from the mess on the floor. I rested on the balls of my feet, I could not... I would not bow down. I slung my upper body over my knees as I slowly began to raise to my feet. Every vein in my body was rich and tense with pressure at that moment as I stood. Stood to face myself, everything I hated, loathed, feared, and looked to solace. I could not let myself be pulled apart again.
The hardest battle is the one fought within.
I wanted to rip my entire self off, my body aching, then all was white as it flashed by again:
My grip was loose and I was no longer standing in the shower. I stared down the hallway again as the steps were growing closer. A larger shadow began to engulf the hallway exit as silence carried itself over the atmosphere. The buzzing, whirring, and noises of the rooms ceased as my body began to tense. I looked forward as my arms hung down by my sides. My fingers slightly curled as my palms faced towards the heavens.
The exit, forward, eclipsed in his darkness.
How could I think it would happen any other way? What could I expect when it all unfolded? The time was not for questions at the moment. I took a deep breath as every muscle of my body twitched. The fibers of my very being quivered in readiness as a thud from my heart, echoed loudly in my ears. The blood pushed its course through my body, my left arm rose up to the air.
With a roar of animosity, a swipe of the arm, and leap from my feet... I charged towards him.
Left, right, my feet slammed against the ground. The muscles of my legs came down with a heavy thunder, but that which was far from a weighted burden. Echoes shuttered down the hallway as I cut through the air with a speed and zeal I rarely used. His eyes glowed a bright red and it was within moments that he was no longer standing still.
Moments seemed like eternities that passed in an instance.
We met hard as we came to blows. Roars of pain, anger, and years of repressed lonesome torment rang through our heads. This time was different. I was stronger than I realized as I landed the first hit. Square into the center of his chest plate, as he staggered back a step. My hand clinched tighter, than I myself thought possible, but it wasn't a long moment before the sound in the air gave notion to metal. A chain whistled across my ear as I dodge to the side, to be met with a rib cracking fist.
I writhed but couldn't waste time as I swung myself to the side.
A hard kick landed against his shoulder, as I forced off my feet. I landed, using my hands to spring myself back and to my feet as I slid against the smooth floor. He turned and with a glare, the chain came flying at me. I knocked it to the side, as I charged from my stance, blocking the incoming fist from his other side but not being to able to stop his knee. I hung, limp over his knee, from the force as he whipped around and I was met with a back-hand.
Like a child... I hit the wall.
He was relentless. He was angry. Imprisoned for so long. What kind of partnership had this been for him to have been restrained? I began to slide down the wall, dodging purely on luck, as a fist slammed hard into the wall. I rolled to the side and across the floor as I looked up at the figure towering over me. He tried once before but now he's angry.
Through the air I leaped, my hand heavy and mad.
I let it snap with as much as I could summon as his arm came out in my direction. He caught my fist in his palm, gripping tightly as the chain extending from his wrist snarled itself around my arm. He yanked back and with a countering twist his other hand rushed towards me. I shut my eyes as the pain welled up my body. His fist slammed into my chest as he let go. I hit the ground hard as I slid across the floor.
Where was my spirit?
I tumbled against the hard floor before finally hitting a stop. I looked down and over myself. In such a short time I had been battered, bruised, and beaten nearly to the point of quitting. He was too fast, to angry, to free... Freedom. The lack of restraint. No worries nor hesitation from fear. He showed none, yet he knew them. He knew and experienced all of them. That's what this was about. It was time to separate them from my nature. Expunge the weak.
The king is separated by his instincts.
I pulled myself from the mess on the floor. I rested on the balls of my feet, I could not... I would not bow down. I slung my upper body over my knees as I slowly began to raise to my feet. Every vein in my body was rich and tense with pressure at that moment as I stood. Stood to face myself, everything I hated, loathed, feared, and looked to solace. I could not let myself be pulled apart again.
The hardest battle is the one fought within.