Post by Spotts on Mar 1, 2010 2:10:10 GMT -5
Kill Me (The Death of Christopher)
[This is in first person and explains how Chris dies.]
Battle and killing: The solution to every problem. Or so it seems that way in both worlds. Neither times does it ever make things better or solve anything. It only makes things worse. Why would people—vampire or human—think this way?
A great sadness has fallen upon me as I watch the terror unfold before my eyes. My mood is trampled into dust. I began wearing black; the only color I found suitable for war. Shizuko had said something about someone powerful in one of the other Valleys. She had wanted Shizuko as a weapon. And then she came to Emerald Valley during the battle revolving around Jared’s death. Many others died as well. It struck me where it hurt. I had no skill, no power to help the wounded with or defend lives with. The ones who had purpose died instead. Including Rain. Depression was overwhelmingly painful. What am I left to do?
I walk in the forest, staring at the ground while thinking about all this. I keep wondering why they didn’t see me in the shadows and strike me down as well. It might have saved one of the others. But they ignored my presence and killed without mercy. I look up just now to see someone watching me from a short distance away. His black hair almost completely covers his dark eyes that burn like coals. He wears a black trench coat and his hand is held out in front of him. Holding a gun. He has on a crazy expression, like he’s hungry, angry, and yet very happy to see me. I don’t know this man, do I? I can’t remember his face. I take three steps backward. He takes five steps forward. I want to say something to make him leave, maybe lie about my ability. He smiles in a strange way, as if he knows what I’m thinking. I have a strange feeling that I’m being watched by someone besides the man in front of me, which seems to make him a little paranoid. He keeps coming closer, though. And he puts his gun in his coat pocket. I’m confused, and he smiles again. I take a step backward and find myself against a tree. Now he picks up some speed and gets close enough to push me against the trunk of the tree. Hard. ‘Powerless and scared,’ he whispers, ‘but unfortunately not human. What a pity.’ I now realize this man is a vampire, which explains the mind-reading. He shakes his head. ‘Memory-erasing,’ he corrected. I don’t know what he’s talking about. And suddenly I can’t remember where I am or what my name is, or why I’m here in the first place. I can remember this man’s face, fear and depression, my thirteenth birthday, and the name ‘Shizuko.’ Before I can tell what’s happening, I feel pain. I yell and thrash my arms, but he won’t let go. I fall to the ground, clutching a wound on the left side of my neck. And then I see his face staring at me, with a painful expression. He says ‘I’m sorry.’ Then blackness overwhelms me.
I am dead.
[This is in first person and explains how Chris dies.]
Battle and killing: The solution to every problem. Or so it seems that way in both worlds. Neither times does it ever make things better or solve anything. It only makes things worse. Why would people—vampire or human—think this way?
A great sadness has fallen upon me as I watch the terror unfold before my eyes. My mood is trampled into dust. I began wearing black; the only color I found suitable for war. Shizuko had said something about someone powerful in one of the other Valleys. She had wanted Shizuko as a weapon. And then she came to Emerald Valley during the battle revolving around Jared’s death. Many others died as well. It struck me where it hurt. I had no skill, no power to help the wounded with or defend lives with. The ones who had purpose died instead. Including Rain. Depression was overwhelmingly painful. What am I left to do?
I walk in the forest, staring at the ground while thinking about all this. I keep wondering why they didn’t see me in the shadows and strike me down as well. It might have saved one of the others. But they ignored my presence and killed without mercy. I look up just now to see someone watching me from a short distance away. His black hair almost completely covers his dark eyes that burn like coals. He wears a black trench coat and his hand is held out in front of him. Holding a gun. He has on a crazy expression, like he’s hungry, angry, and yet very happy to see me. I don’t know this man, do I? I can’t remember his face. I take three steps backward. He takes five steps forward. I want to say something to make him leave, maybe lie about my ability. He smiles in a strange way, as if he knows what I’m thinking. I have a strange feeling that I’m being watched by someone besides the man in front of me, which seems to make him a little paranoid. He keeps coming closer, though. And he puts his gun in his coat pocket. I’m confused, and he smiles again. I take a step backward and find myself against a tree. Now he picks up some speed and gets close enough to push me against the trunk of the tree. Hard. ‘Powerless and scared,’ he whispers, ‘but unfortunately not human. What a pity.’ I now realize this man is a vampire, which explains the mind-reading. He shakes his head. ‘Memory-erasing,’ he corrected. I don’t know what he’s talking about. And suddenly I can’t remember where I am or what my name is, or why I’m here in the first place. I can remember this man’s face, fear and depression, my thirteenth birthday, and the name ‘Shizuko.’ Before I can tell what’s happening, I feel pain. I yell and thrash my arms, but he won’t let go. I fall to the ground, clutching a wound on the left side of my neck. And then I see his face staring at me, with a painful expression. He says ‘I’m sorry.’ Then blackness overwhelms me.
I am dead.
