the unexpected and momentous founding of {the boys} | day 1
Oct 23, 2020 16:38:47 GMT -5
Post by rook on Oct 23, 2020 16:38:47 GMT -5
ÆSAHÆTTR
The sky is screaming. Where the great expanse of greying blue crashes down onto the horizon a jagged edge forms, carving the snowscape into the skyline like cracked glass. White sand drifts across pale dunes and the howling wolf wind bites and claws at my exposed skin. I tread heavy, leaving thick prints in the snow behind me, but my gaze stays ahead to Jacynth, and it's her footprints I follow to whatever destiny awaits me.
If hell were to freeze over, it would resemble something similar to this place, I would think. I begin to wonder if hell exists, or if from birth to death this plane we walk is some other reality's version of hell. Maybe I am atoning for the sins of a previous life, and my suffering is coming to an end, and I am free to walk from this world into the next.
Or maybe not. Maybe there is just eternal blackness.
When I sat bleeding out into the streets, my cheek pressed into the mud and my back bleeding and open, I contemplated all manner of different possibilities as to what death will bring me. I was certain that my end was in that alleyway, and so I led there and waited, and waited, and waited to die. Something inside me that I didn't know was there was clinging onto life, whispering not yet into my swollen ears, and when they called my name a few days later I knew my path had changed.
A better path to the same destination. I wonder if I will finally smile when I get there. I have forgotten how.
The light fades, and I feel the floor fade. I close my eyes, following the crunch, crunch of Jacynth's feet, the only sound I can hear against this great silence. It's peaceful here, and although my wounds are still fresh, and my head is light, and my body is weak, I feel like I want to stay here forever.
I think in all likelihood, we both will.
We walk out in the silence, and in my visions I see Glasia. Or does she see me? She could always see things that I could not. She's gone now, nothing more than a burn mark on film, a flicker in the corner of my eye. Her ghost is in the snow behind me, drifting along the surface without leaving a single mark - there, but not there.
"I'll join you soon." I say, blinking, but there is just snow to talk to.
Not yet. I walk forwards with some fresh energy, keeping up with the strange girl who tagged me with a nickname and drew me into her own twisted fate whether she intended to or not. We are bound now, until she falls or I am too weak to follow. Destiny. I feel it in my frozen bones.
Screaming silence rings in my ears, and the heavy breaths forming in front of my face are borrowed. Each cloud is another closer to my last. Don't think, just do. I catch up to Jacynth and realise that at this present moment I am completely useless - I am a disarmed, crippled fighter with nothing to defend her with except a few useless metal poles. I need my familiar, my soul, the extension to myself, even if I will have to use it with my weak hand. It's still part of me.
"I need a knife." I breathe weakly.
"Are you good with a knife?" She half smiles, like I've told a dry joke. My face is serious.
"The best." I state.
Liar {Owl;Apple;Alpha and Omega;} Winter, Vanity, Inevitability. Elena. Another ghost, but one I cannot see. One that instead I only see in memory, shaking her head like some stern guardian angel when she knows I am lying to her. When I am lying to myself. I am not the best with a knife, maybe once, but that time has gone, as so has my hand.
"I was the best, once." I tell the truth. Elena is gone, long gone, but her compass remains like a curse on me.
"Good." Jacynth studies me for a second before continuing, "I prefer swords to knives, but I can make do with whatever."
I stop, her voice trails off. There's a faint crunch crunch in the snow that is not mine and not Jacynth's and getting faster and getting louder.
Stabbed, dead. Stabbed, dead. Stabbed, survived, stabbed dead. I see it, I see it happening. Me being stabbed, me dying, me being stabbed, me dying. Again, and again, a thousand different versions of myself in a thousand different realities just like this one, but slightly different. Dead in that one, dead in that one, survive that one, dead in that one. Survive, step left, step left, the steps are quicker, they're right behind you.
I dive to my right, my face hits the snow. I dodge the attack. Survived.
[rene picks up a knife]