Nov 23, 2006 01:51
It lay in front of him. Black, smooth, shining in the dim light of the lamp.
It had always been there, hiding under the bed. He wasn't sure why he had brought it with him.
The idea had been to get away from all of this. To hide. But it had followed him here. It always followed him here. Across countries, it had followed him. He could almost smell it now.
Blood, gunpowder, and death all intermingled within the nostrils of his memory. Never again. He had promised that he would never become it again. But he had been left, again, with no choice. They had taken an innocent, and he would be damned again if he let anything happen to her.
No.
Never.
Never again.
He opened up the case and peaked in at its contents before closing it quickly.
And his eyes began to water as he sank down to the floor.
"//Oh God... I'm so sorry. I'm so so sorry. But there is no other way. I must become something terrible again...//"
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