Dream No More [The Jokers Mutt Fight Day 4]
Apr 7, 2017 11:03:12 GMT -5
Post by Tom on Apr 7, 2017 11:03:12 GMT -5
All good acts must come to an end.
The tower's fallen.
Dust lifts a veil of hope.
Then the gods crush it.
All it takes is one moment to send him spiraling down into himself. The confidence that he had built vanishing with the teeth of a mutt as it stabs Anarchy. The glittering crown upon his head shining with the lights of the orchards. A scream echoes from his throat as he wants to jump for Anarchy. Disbelief in his mind, loss in his heart. Too many good people have lost their chance at life. Too many dead in stone graves and wooden coffins. His scream echoes in the orchards for a second as Anarchy Brice falls to the ground. Heart pounds out of his chest, pushing him to do something, but he's shocked. Broken. Shattered. Alone.
You're not alone, Riordan.
Diorite's words echo in his mind and he knows it's a lie. He was alone. Alone with Cassiopeia Shaw and the kid, who was from twelve. Nothing felt right. It should have been him. It should have been him who perished and gave Anarchy the fighting spirit to win, but now the weak was left even weaker. The king of fools felt tears prick at his eyes. Blood pumps through his veins as he stares at the corpse of Anarchy Brice. There's no kings or queens in this reality, only gods and the weak.
Riordan Einfallen was too weak.
The tower had fallen.
The damned have died.
The wing of angels burn in the fire of loneliness.
His heart sinks with the view of the summit falling from his vision. Eyes catch the mutt who had just stabbed her in the eye with it's monstrous teeth. Feet move before he does. The javelin is asking him to throw it. The corpse of Anarchy Brice is staring at him, dead and unmoving, begging him to strike the beast down. Blood already coated his hand of the furry eraser thing. What could one more do to him?
His voice echoes out of the air. Terror of what had just happened vanishing, only vengeance taking over his body and soul.
The javelin feel right in his hands.
The toss flies.
The tears flow.
The roof pops into his mind.
Angels like Anarchy aren't made to fly.
(Riordan attacks Shark Shark with Javelin #4?)
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