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| Day Without Smile | |
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| Topic Started: Jun 28 2009, 01:05 AM (65 Views) | |
| Kenny | Jun 28 2009, 01:05 AM Post #1 |
Meteorain (Lv3)
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This day was a reckoning like no other, a taboo upon Edgar’s conscience, and a bitterly long moment of silence erased him from the present. Edgar wearily looked at the clock ahead of him, his downcast eyes; each red and tired, fixated on its ticking hands which seemed to pause as his mind drifted away. Certainly, emotions were rife in his stomach, and all the while his outer shell was calmly sitting. Inevitably, he knew his time would come, but for now he waited in fear. This was all for only a single moment though. “Edgar,” a nurse at the desk spoke up as she placed a sympathetic hand on his shoulder. “He is ready to see you.” Have you ever had a moment where you could hear your own heart beat, the quivering knot in your belly agitating and lengthening every second? Edgar couldn’t tell you what the feeling felt like, his eyes devoid of thought as he stood up and followed quietly behind the nurse. Very soon, he was standing in front of his bed, a white and neatly made cot which stood almost as high as Edgar’s head. Suddenly the door opened, the squeaking sound of its unoiled hinges causing Edgar to jump in fright, and he whirled around to see the doctor. Edgar looked over the whitely clad man glumly. "Edgar," the doctor started. "Hello, hello. Take a seat." Edgar hesitantly complied and jumped up on the cot. “Alright, are you ready for your needle?” “No.” The doctor laughed openly, then without even the slightest bit of sympathy he distracted Edgar by pointing at the opposite direction in mock surprise, and with a twisted grin on his dastardly face, he proceeded by jabbing the syringe into Edgars' arm while he wasn't looking. What a bastard. “That should do for your tetanus shot.” “Was that it?” Edgar asked, a little surprised by the fact it didn’t hurt even almost as much as he first thought – well, compared to a punch in the face or being gutted by a sword. “That didn’t hurt at all!” Doctor Sinister, as Edgar gleamed from the doctors name badge, then proceeded to fiddle with a notebook while he chuckled whole-heartedly. Of course, all this joyous and joking was halted after a strange feeling suddenly crept upon Edgar. His senses were tingling; first the strange smell of mint, second the sudden realisation he couldn’t breathe, and lastly he began to black out. Before he went out like a light, he distinctly heard Doctor Sinister swear under his breath. “Crap,” the doctor began. “I gave him spider venom by accident. And he ain't turning into Spider Man!” Whisked away within the swirling nether of a world within a world, the planets’ energies spread among Edgars’ bodiless incarnation and appeared to wrap him up in a cocoon. Evolving, the transcendence of mind over matter took hold, and undoubtedly, the wisdom which engulfed Edgar both confused and excited him. He was a dead boys’ spirit among a sea of other minds which moved and thought as one, together creating another world of spiritual enlightenment and life. Death wasn’t a bad thing, after all it was a mere transcendence of life, and the overwhelming knowledge of this new land caused Edgars’ conscience to soar and subside into nothing. Although, nothing seemed to come without a price and Edgars’ memories were collapsing, vanished within the trillions of other minds, lost forever and meld into the collective thought of the dead. This process was neither beautiful nor painless, and a grizzling scream piercing through Edgars’ head continued to stop the boy from forgetting himself completely. But this was all a needless fight for he wouldn’t win. He was gone within seconds, even though it felt like a millennia of pain at the time. If he had a body, all he’d be left with was the wet tears on his cheeks and confusion in his mind; but as a bodiless spirit all he felt was emptiness and fulfilment – he desired nothing and had nothing. Going… going… gone… “Papa, why is that I can’t call forth a spirit yet?” the young pup asked his father. Leonine were a cultured species, indifferent to the humans and their strange practices. Living out in the remote deserts, hidden beneath cavern entrances where they dwelled underground, a couple of Leonine found themselves within Midgars’ walls. Food was scarce nowadays, dreadfully made low by the abominable acts of the humans’ Shin Ra. Raka, the elder of two Leonines, gave a low growl; the lowly resonance of his hum only used as a warning towards his son who continuously bugged him about summoning spirits. “You’re far too young to be doing anything like that,” he snarled grumpily, “and only would end up hurting the earth.” The pup gave a single huff, taken aback by his fathers’ berating comments, but energetically began to run ahead. His father had warned of the many dangers that existed within the dreadful human land, taking his son out of urgency to get him something to eat, as if he didn’t his son would starve and die. He was usually a strict but loving father. Now though, Raka was merely desperate and afraid for his sons’ safety. Without the due care of his son, suddenly the sound of squealing tires resonated at the end of the alleyway where the cub had ran out, and Raka’s mystical eyes widened in terror. Sprinting with newfound strength, he quickly leaped towards the lit street and found the scared figure of his son hissing dismally at a couple of people attempting to pet him. Any thoughts of trying to adopt the creature was halted though by the ferocious roar from Raka, who now stood tremendously terrible between, his teeth revealing themselves in an even more dangerous growl than before. The couple instantly ran to their car, throwing the doors open and jumping in without pause, thereby speeding away without a second glance towards the wild animals they had stopped for in the first place. “Humans,” Raka huffed in a despising tone. “They tried taking me,” the cub began, his voice shaken and scared. “I’m sorry. You warned me about them.” “I did. Now you know their evil first hand.” “How can we live with them?” the cub asked with sudden curiosity. “Why aren’t we the only ones?” “The earth sees to it that a balance exists,” Raka spoke knowingly. His head turned inquisitively towards his son, happy that the young one was now taking his words with more heeding. “There is good, and there is bad.” A few hours passed as the pair made their way around the city, hiding behinds bins and within alleyways to avoid human contact, as was for the best. Looking within the trash, Raka and his son hoped to find a stash of food that was still suitable for them eat. He couldn’t help but feel terrible towards his kin being driven to such a state by even his own kind. As much as he hated the human race, the species he derived from which spoke of being merciful weren’t very good at showing it. “Papa,” the pup said glumly as he continued to rummage through discarded lettuce. “Why were we banished from our clan?” “We didn’t share the same beliefs,” Raka said flatly. “Why does that mean we’re banished?” the pup replied. “Not everybody is as understanding as they say they are, son, and our kind banished us because we weren’t understandable.” Finished with that bin, the pup began to pick at a burger he found, gnawing at its’ piece of meat with relish and hunger. “I miss my sisters,” the pup said. “Me too,” answered Raka. The day continued uneventfully for a long while from then on, the pair seeming to fill theirs stomachs with rotted food, unpleasantly being happy to at least fill that void and all the while they tried not to cough it back up. The day continued uneventfully for a long while from then on, the pair seeming to fill theirs stomachs with rotted food, unpleasantly being happy to at least fill that void and all the while they tried not to cough it back up. “Alright, I think we’re done here,” Raka said gratefully. “Time we go, son.” “Okay, Papa.” As they ran out of the metal city, cascading walls of iron and futuristic décor now behind them, their footsteps soon found solace in the feeling of loose earth below their paws. They were free from the terror that Shin Ra reigned within. Suddenly, the offsetting feeling of pain thrust itself upon the two, causing the father and son to wraith in mortal agony. As if in confusion and fear, the pup quickly stumbled to his father and began mewing in agony while his father trembled and roared up at the cloudless sky. “What is happening?” the pup continued to wail. “Somebody is dying!” Raka cried in reply. “Who is it?” “A great spiritual being,”Raka realised. Without much thought, Raka naturally tried to use his enormous shamanistic powers to shield his son as best as he could, but without realising the foreshadowing power that enveloped them his powers soon drained and he fell unconscious. Time drifted away, leaving and going… going… gone. “What?” Raka asked, his eyes opening, and he quickly got back up on his feet. “What happened?” The young pup was standing before him, inquisitive yellow eyes looking with wonder and thoughtfulness, but without the same tinge of excitement that usually belonged to his offspring. “What is it, Pup?” Raka asked with care. The pup didn’t answer back, still looking at him with provoking curiosity, and all the while his calmness seemed to wash straight over Raka himself. “No,” he began as he realised the truth. “You are not my son.” “I’m not?” the pup questioned. “Who am I?” Walking through the wilderness, the Leonines soon found themselves at the entrance of a cave which they both entered carefully, the youngest one still perplexed with wide eyes of wonder and contentment. Even in spiritual death, the purity of Edgar lived on through this animal. Sitting comfortably within the warmth of this cavern, the largest Leonine named Raka laid down and stared with dagger eyes at his ‘guest’. “So, who are you?” Raka asked rashly. “My name is Edgar.” “So, you do have a name, demon.” He then replied, “But what brought you to possess my son?” “He possessed me.” Raka got up with an uproarious anger, his sharp eyes piercing the demon within his sons’ body with a dreadful sneer, but then giving up he laid back down and began to weep. His sniffling continued for many minutes after, all the while the purity of Edgar’s spirit which contained itself within the younger Leonine shivered from hurt, sympathising with this poor creature which reacted with such sadness. “There’s only one thing I can do!” Raka bellowed, picking himself back up with the saddest eyes Edgar had ever seen. The young Leonines’ paws quivered with empathy. With another shout, chanting began to leap from Raka’s mouth and with a flash of light; Edgar was suddenly thrust into the caverns’ wall. Again, the chanting started after a moment pause, resuming with such speed and tenacity that every word hit like daggers to Edgars’ soul. Momentum hit him around the place, driving his body too and from and around. He soon lay outside the cave as his body felt weakened and beaten. A final word lifted itself from Raka’s mouth, and then with a bang, a stroke of lightning bolted down from the sky and hit Edgar. His body flew towards the city of Midgar, drifting with the windy currents like a rag doll, and then lost in the confines of the metallic havens’ overbearing walls. His days were now forgotten. Only the brown pastures which were once green mourn the olden days of life where he walked atop and fed the land with movement. The most peaceful boy was gone now and his battles never nigh, while the echoes of war drums bellowed and the imaginary trumpets cried. Men who walked in unison talked, harsh and true as they spoke of the dead boy they once knew; speaking greatly of the deeds he did in the name of pride and patriotism. This was Edgar. Edgar woke up suddenly, his body battered and bruised because of the merciless beating he succumbed too, but waking up in the white bed of a hospital almost relieved him that it was a mere dream. Instead, looking at the paws of his legs he mewed in agonising defeat. He was a Leonine. And he was in a veterinarian clinic. Edited by Kenny, Jul 1 2009, 12:15 AM.
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