Don't try to understand this. XD It'll all be cleared up in the next chapter.
Yes, Hikari and I do already have a writing thread, but that is for our collaborations only. This is my own. ^_^
Crits greatly welcomed and hugely appreciated.
Yes, Hikari and I do already have a writing thread, but that is for our collaborations only. This is my own. ^_^
Crits greatly welcomed and hugely appreciated.
“Did you ever wonder if there was more?” Ruko asked quietly, staring up at the sky. There were a couple stars scattered here and there, although most were wiped out by factory output. Keire gave him a puzzled look, not really understanding the question, and asked him what he meant.
“You know… different worlds. Different places. Places where the people don’t suffer.” The words came out quickly, as if he regretted saying them. At that he placed one hand on the wound in his shoulder, and sighed. Keire knew how much it must have been paining him, having suffered such a thing herself.
“Don’t forget… other places could be worse than ours. Perhaps we have the best out of the ones out there.” She muttered, wondering just how close she was with that assumption. Ruko laughed, saying that surely that couldn’t be true, without a clue what was occurring, far away
A solider, to find a lover, lost
He cried. The boy hasn’t cried in his memory, but now he couldn’t stop if he tried. The pouring rain mixes, washing away the red-stained mud. His love, the only one he had ever worried for, smiles up at him from the sludge, eyes glazed over, unseeing. With a cry he rips the lance from her flesh, throwing it from his sight as to bring her back, without success. They had vowed to make it out alive, to flee the country, to abandon the war, but now one of them is trapped in that very strife for all eternity.
An immortal, a forgotten, forever gone
She is lonely. She is in pain. She isn’t noticing. There is no one else to see that, and she wants to be like everyone else, and therefore doesn’t see. The others are gone, unmoving, nonexistent, and very much dead. Yet, her little body, of maybe a twelve year old, remains, chained in time, as everything decays. The humans are gone, and the world is dead. The boy who she had given her love, who she thought to be the only other immortal, was blessed with demise, fading as civilization collapsed. The girl cursed him for being a lie, for bringing her more pain, for leaving her alone as endless time granted her only insanity.
The beings, of dark and humanity, torn
Face etched with disbelief, the boy wraps his arms around his friend, vowing never to let go. The black-haired child laughs quietly, accepting the embrace, ignoring the single tear wiping away a trail of blood from his cheek. He will disappear, but he doesn’t want to go alone. How tragic his existence was, how happy his fate came to be, vanishing in the arms of the one he cares for. In front of his cursed eyes, he watches as his arm shatters, each piece fading into oblivion. Breaking the scared rules finally has finally caught him, and his friend cries out as if he himself was suffering the pain. The boy, human and feeble, feels the warm body in his arms as it fades, falls, and vanishes into the void. He screams, and somewhere, in nothing and everything, another scream could be hear as well should on care to listen.
Human’s creations, together with no one else, clinging
The second greatest weapon created looks no older than ten. The first had snapped her arm again, the mechanical bolts flying through the air with deadly speed. No longer does the second try to love the first girl, as the first never feels or hears her anymore. Still she walked, still she destroyed, but despite all efforts the first became a mannequin. The one still aware know they are too dangerous to continue living, but remains afraid. While she has caused it, death isn’t something her intellect understands. The true humans will cease to live if they stay, but are their near-eternal time worth more than that? She doesn’t want to decide; she will let the humans suffer for now. Tomorrow still remains, she might make up her mind then.
A being, craving something unknown, alone
That form knows nothing. That body has no language, knowledge, realizations, or anything more than existence. That being floats in the nothingness, never discovering more. Is it a he? She? It? Such trivialities don’t matter, that organism doesn’t have an idea that such distinctions exist. There that sad, hopeless, immobile form floats, never moving, always staying, where it has always been. Perhaps that is the best existence, an existence with no sadness, strife, anger, or worry. Maybe the void is the best, its not like that shape will ever know though, even as the darkness consumes it.
“Meh, maybe you’re right.” Ruko responded with a shrug. “But I doubt it.”
Keire let out a chuckle, and in a swift motion fell backward to lie down on the wet grass. They would be running again tomorrow, like they always were. They would probably be caught at last; for sure they were blocked don all sides. With Ruko’s wound, escape would only be harder. But for now they could rest, and pretend it didn’t exist. For now, everything could be ignored.
