:| WiΠd and WΔter |: {Harbinger vs. Chloë; Day 7}
Nov 23, 2015 20:03:02 GMT -5
Post by ᕙʕ•ᴥ•ʔᕗ on Nov 23, 2015 20:03:02 GMT -5
It became so clear, like a veil lifted from my eyes. As my axe grazed the neck of my mother, the illusion was broken and the image was shattered. Harbinger stood where she had stood, bloodied, tired, and with a look in his eyes that I didn’t recognize. He’s just an imagination. Another figment. Yet he made no response like my mother Neptune Harbinger had. There were no words from his mouth and that was when everything became crystal clear.
I had not been attacking my mother. I had been attacking Harbinger. Harbinger was the figure I had seen sleeping. He had not walked away like Kitty and Beretta had. He was the one who was attacking me. Did he know it was me? Did he know that it was me that he was killing? I didn’t know it was him. I thought it was my mother. But he was not dying, not like I was. Horror replaced the liquid metal that had coursed through my body as tears started flowing. I had attacked him. I had tried to kill him.
Do you hate me? Are you happy that I’m dead? I could only stare at Harbinger as I felt my body weaken with every second. “Har—,” was all I could say as the water in my eyes kept accumulating until the release was opened and the salty tears joined the blood. “Forgive me. Please.” I didn’t know it was you. I didn’t know that you were still with me. I would have tried to make you stop. I would have told you that we couldn’t do this to each other. “I didn’t know.”
“Please. Forgive me.” I wouldn’t have blamed him if he told me no, but his response threw me off guard. He came up to me, glided to me, and grabbed me by neck. I couldn’t breathe—I didn’t need to breathe anymore—and my tear-filled eyes looked at him with desperation as he drew me toward him. “I rise, you fall,” he whispered into my ear. His voice, his soothing voice, told me to let go. He was right: I had fallen and he would continue on. My eyes found his again as words formed on my lips. “Do it. I’m begging you, do it.” I wanted it to end, I wanted to be let go.
I would have to deal with my demons, but nothing I had to face could have been as bad as living with the knowledge that I had hurt Harbinger, my friend. She spoke the truth. I was looking so hard for a friend that I would have done anything for a friend. But Harbinger had truly been my friend as I fought beside him, fought with him, fought our fears together. We had been separated from Kitty and Beretta but together we had found them again. We had become an us, a we, a together, but now we were not.
I wanted to smile, but I couldn’t, not while looking into Harbinger’s eyes. After all this time, I never would have thought he would be the one to kill me. But at the same time, I never would have thought that I could have attacked him. What has the world come to? It didn’t matter as my breaths became more agonal, more pained. It must be from the wound to my chest. It’s so hard to breathe now. Take me out of this misery, Harbinger. Kill me. He already had. With one last swing, he had already killed me.
I had not been attacking my mother. I had been attacking Harbinger. Harbinger was the figure I had seen sleeping. He had not walked away like Kitty and Beretta had. He was the one who was attacking me. Did he know it was me? Did he know that it was me that he was killing? I didn’t know it was him. I thought it was my mother. But he was not dying, not like I was. Horror replaced the liquid metal that had coursed through my body as tears started flowing. I had attacked him. I had tried to kill him.
Do you hate me? Are you happy that I’m dead? I could only stare at Harbinger as I felt my body weaken with every second. “Har—,” was all I could say as the water in my eyes kept accumulating until the release was opened and the salty tears joined the blood. “Forgive me. Please.” I didn’t know it was you. I didn’t know that you were still with me. I would have tried to make you stop. I would have told you that we couldn’t do this to each other. “I didn’t know.”
“Please. Forgive me.” I wouldn’t have blamed him if he told me no, but his response threw me off guard. He came up to me, glided to me, and grabbed me by neck. I couldn’t breathe—I didn’t need to breathe anymore—and my tear-filled eyes looked at him with desperation as he drew me toward him. “I rise, you fall,” he whispered into my ear. His voice, his soothing voice, told me to let go. He was right: I had fallen and he would continue on. My eyes found his again as words formed on my lips. “Do it. I’m begging you, do it.” I wanted it to end, I wanted to be let go.
I would have to deal with my demons, but nothing I had to face could have been as bad as living with the knowledge that I had hurt Harbinger, my friend. She spoke the truth. I was looking so hard for a friend that I would have done anything for a friend. But Harbinger had truly been my friend as I fought beside him, fought with him, fought our fears together. We had been separated from Kitty and Beretta but together we had found them again. We had become an us, a we, a together, but now we were not.
I wanted to smile, but I couldn’t, not while looking into Harbinger’s eyes. After all this time, I never would have thought he would be the one to kill me. But at the same time, I never would have thought that I could have attacked him. What has the world come to? It didn’t matter as my breaths became more agonal, more pained. It must be from the wound to my chest. It’s so hard to breathe now. Take me out of this misery, Harbinger. Kill me. He already had. With one last swing, he had already killed me.
