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I was the Hero: Entry #1

Valentine · 2010-11-26T21:13:40Z

Revised Version. Enjoy and comment: Entry #1 The cars flashed by in mixed blurs. I strained my eyes down the road, desperately. I kept on telling myself that there had to be a way out of this. All mistakes can be fixed, right? A truck thundered by, spewing up clouds of gravel and dust in its wake. I watched the gloomy red backlights edge further and further away. Maybe, maybe not. The night air encased my heart in an icy shell. My hands fumbled to bring my drenched coat tighter. There had to be a way out. I could feel them now, searching the cattails and marsh. I could almost hear their whispers, echoing of the face of the lake: daring me to show my face. I was wet and tired. My throat burned, like when I used to do my morning runs. I swallowed the fire. There was no way, not even the slightest notion, of giving up. I had come too far. So I took the exhaustion, the fear, the weakness, and let it fall away. There was no time to think, no time to cry. I was the hope. I was the hero. We have brought our cups To drink deep and breathe The blood of innocence From the heart of the free The whispers. I could understand them, and it sent prickles down my spine. The thing was coming fast, and from the slight electrifying static across my skin: it was angry. The mere energy from the thing hammered onto the walls of my head, but I ignored it and stepped onto the road. In two breaths I had reached the center of the road and turned to face it. The first one I had ever encountered was one of depression. Depression was a snake, constricting the happiness out of everything. Hate had been the next, with putrid eyes and a haughty tongue. But this one was different from the rest. It stood perfectly still in front of me, a tattered cloak revealing a skeleton underneath. A black skeleton. The hood was drawn, shadowing the face. A black face. “Where are your wings, angel-boy?” The pain was terrible. Its voice, like the rest of them, was a knife through my heart. The acidic vibratos wrenched any confidence I had away in a taloned hand. I dropped my coat to the gravel and let them spread in defiance. Dark and powerful. The wings of a predator. The wind was cold against my skin. The monster roared forward. I stood my ground. My feet left the ground, wings carrying me forward. My arms wrapped around the monster in mid-air. It was like hugging a column of fire. The road gave way under us as we landed. I lost my grip, and skidded across the road. In a second I was onto my feet again. Not quick enough. Boned talons sunk into my chest, driving me back down to the ground. The bubbling white light faded gently in my heart. My hand clasped the arm of the monster and ripped them out. I gasped for air. They had been dreadfully close. The next attack came from inside me. I had made a fatal mistake. Its venom was in my blood now. I had let the monster inside my head. The Dragon has come for you angel-boy. His fire will consume you, consul you and complete you. Welcome him angel-boy. You can not say no to him. In the shadows of my mind I could feel the pavement against my back, and the talons digging into my chest again. My heart pumped. Faintly. A scream tore though my torment. My scream. I was dying. I saw His face then. Those eyes. A golden crown of a king. His mouth whispered something. The torturous demon screamed in fury, trying to mask his words. I strained, the pain was blinding all my senses. Get up. I hesitated. Strength is found in the absence of fear. Get up, and fight for your king. I swallowed again, tasting poison on my lips. Fear. I must not fear. And once again I ripped them out, and flung the beast off me. Before it could recover I jumped to my feet and bounded over. I was in the air before it moved. When it did, it was already too late. My hand grasped it by the neck, and pulled. The spine snapped and the head flew into the air. I landed on my feet and the white light returned in my heart. It bubbled like music. There was whispering, but I couldn’t understand it. The cloaked figured disappeared before my eyes. I let out a sigh of relief, coughing up blood onto the pavement. My chest was covered in blood and burn marks. Warm blood that reminded me of roses. I stood to my feet and grabbed my jacket. Then I started walking up the road. Once again, there was no time to think, no time to cry. I was the hope. I was the hero. To continue on: Entry #2 ~Valentine~ Thanks.

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Wed Dec 15, 2010 1:33 am

ForsakenAngel says... · Wed Dec 15, 2010 1:33 am

Wow, I'm so glad you advised me to read this! It was totally beast! Lol if you need me to check out anything else, don't hesitate to ask!

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I was the Hero: Entry #1

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