Swathed in black I stood there, blending into the rippling darkness, not knowing what I was about to do but knowing I was going to do it. The line before me was immense, spanning before me shoulder to shoulder with armed guards. The masses growing just behind me of the innocent with their voices forgotten. "We will not stand for this!" An older man yelled, one of many, standing in the attempt of safety in a dark neighboring yard. Small in figure and unassuming, normally one would not give me a second glance. Tonight was different, I could feel it in the air. Violence. Turning around slowly I stood just before them, few took notice - they looked at me with their pleading eyes. I was going to do it.
A blast sounds off, I look up and watch as the canisters arc over my head until they finally fall into the middle of the crowd, deploying tear gas. The lights were dancing around me now, movement on every side as the masses break formation in a panic, fleeing to the safety just beyond the billowing gas, gathering again further back. Now I truly was in the middle, for I had remained. I watch their faces as it clears, looking at me, a savior they would hate. The masses abject different, and I would no longer tolerate injustice. "Please.." By saving them I would hurt and harden their hearts, forever changing the way they saw the world. My lip quivers. By saving them I would lose myself, I knew that now. Turning on my heel I walk towards the aggressors. "Please, forgive me."
My feet hit the pavement in the sudden silence, the weight of this moment evident as the simple movement dragged on in slow motion. A low hum seems to play on the air as I go. It isn't until I am close enough, now evident that the line spanned back as far as it did wide, that I realized how many I was truly up against. It didn't matter, but it would make for a better story in the end - for that's all that would remain of me. Walking closer, I remind myself - chin held high. Details on the directed weapons began to emerge, looking down the long line of the barrels directed at me, the hum gets louder. Now details on the uniforms of the armed guard in the second row back, still the hum is louder to the point of overbearing. It isn't until this point that I stop, and so does the humming. The guard is screaming, his mouth moving violently with orders for me to follow and yet I was met with total silence.
At this point I waited, I didn't know how to do it. How does one start madness? Still I stood there with nothing to offer. The silently screaming guard steps forward, breaking his rank, still screaming. He steps forward again. Something. Please, anything happen. Another step closer. I watch as he places the end of the barrel between my eyes, as well as the confusion on his face as I begin to smile. This was it. It was time now. Darkness emerges from my chest and unfolds unquestioningly - rising up twice as large as any man here and taking form of what could only be described as a demon. As they begin to fire on the new champion in rapid response, I breathe my last breath pridefully, the darkness begins it's work tearing through the mass before us with nothing to stop it and no longer a master to keep it at bay.
Originally: Posted 18th August 2014 by Hybridpassions
A blast sounds off, I look up and watch as the canisters arc over my head until they finally fall into the middle of the crowd, deploying tear gas. The lights were dancing around me now, movement on every side as the masses break formation in a panic, fleeing to the safety just beyond the billowing gas, gathering again further back. Now I truly was in the middle, for I had remained. I watch their faces as it clears, looking at me, a savior they would hate. The masses abject different, and I would no longer tolerate injustice. "Please.." By saving them I would hurt and harden their hearts, forever changing the way they saw the world. My lip quivers. By saving them I would lose myself, I knew that now. Turning on my heel I walk towards the aggressors. "Please, forgive me."
My feet hit the pavement in the sudden silence, the weight of this moment evident as the simple movement dragged on in slow motion. A low hum seems to play on the air as I go. It isn't until I am close enough, now evident that the line spanned back as far as it did wide, that I realized how many I was truly up against. It didn't matter, but it would make for a better story in the end - for that's all that would remain of me. Walking closer, I remind myself - chin held high. Details on the directed weapons began to emerge, looking down the long line of the barrels directed at me, the hum gets louder. Now details on the uniforms of the armed guard in the second row back, still the hum is louder to the point of overbearing. It isn't until this point that I stop, and so does the humming. The guard is screaming, his mouth moving violently with orders for me to follow and yet I was met with total silence.
At this point I waited, I didn't know how to do it. How does one start madness? Still I stood there with nothing to offer. The silently screaming guard steps forward, breaking his rank, still screaming. He steps forward again. Something. Please, anything happen. Another step closer. I watch as he places the end of the barrel between my eyes, as well as the confusion on his face as I begin to smile. This was it. It was time now. Darkness emerges from my chest and unfolds unquestioningly - rising up twice as large as any man here and taking form of what could only be described as a demon. As they begin to fire on the new champion in rapid response, I breathe my last breath pridefully, the darkness begins it's work tearing through the mass before us with nothing to stop it and no longer a master to keep it at bay.
Originally: Posted 18th August 2014 by Hybridpassions
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