09-25-2006, 02:47 AM
Shadow fell to the ground, his eyes wide open in fear.
*Memories*
"No," He looked around himself, all around him lay the bodies of young kids, none of them even past 10. One figure stood among the middle of them, his clothes and hands covered in blood, his long black hair waving slightly in the wind.
The child turned around, his black eyes almost soulless as he stared at Shadow, "Face it," he held up his hand, small droplets of blood still dripping from it, "this is who you really are. A killer, an assasin."
Shadow fell to his knees, the horror of the massacre before his eyes seemingly sapping his strength, "No, I'm not like I was back then. I've changed."
"And what does that mean to them?" The small child waved his arm towards the heap of bodies on the ground, "Everyone of their childhoods, stolen, by you."
"No, it was the cult." Shadow said.
"The cult didn't do anything, you were the one who killed them, them and countless others. How many flames of life did you put out? Hundreds? No, more like thousands." The small child walked up to him, kneeling slightly so he was face to face with Shadow, "You still feel it don't you? Your soul thirsts for blood, and your body aches to quench it. You had it under control for the most part, and then all this digital world stuff happened. It awakened your killing instinct didn't it?"
"SHUTUP!" Shadow shouted, punching at the figure.
The child dissapeared, reappearing behind him, "Rage. You see? You are reawakening."
"I'm not like you!" Shadow shouted.
The figure started laughing, the laugh was cold and dark sending chills up Shadow's spine, "Don't you recgonize me?" It pulled back it's hair, revealing it's face.
"You, you're me." Shadow stuttered as he recgonized his younger self.
"No, I'm what you used to be, and what you will become again."
*Memories*
"No," He looked around himself, all around him lay the bodies of young kids, none of them even past 10. One figure stood among the middle of them, his clothes and hands covered in blood, his long black hair waving slightly in the wind.
The child turned around, his black eyes almost soulless as he stared at Shadow, "Face it," he held up his hand, small droplets of blood still dripping from it, "this is who you really are. A killer, an assasin."
Shadow fell to his knees, the horror of the massacre before his eyes seemingly sapping his strength, "No, I'm not like I was back then. I've changed."
"And what does that mean to them?" The small child waved his arm towards the heap of bodies on the ground, "Everyone of their childhoods, stolen, by you."
"No, it was the cult." Shadow said.
"The cult didn't do anything, you were the one who killed them, them and countless others. How many flames of life did you put out? Hundreds? No, more like thousands." The small child walked up to him, kneeling slightly so he was face to face with Shadow, "You still feel it don't you? Your soul thirsts for blood, and your body aches to quench it. You had it under control for the most part, and then all this digital world stuff happened. It awakened your killing instinct didn't it?"
"SHUTUP!" Shadow shouted, punching at the figure.
The child dissapeared, reappearing behind him, "Rage. You see? You are reawakening."
"I'm not like you!" Shadow shouted.
The figure started laughing, the laugh was cold and dark sending chills up Shadow's spine, "Don't you recgonize me?" It pulled back it's hair, revealing it's face.
"You, you're me." Shadow stuttered as he recgonized his younger self.
"No, I'm what you used to be, and what you will become again."
"Stand tall and shake the heavens!" - Xenogears.
