Post by Alexei Romanov on Aug 6, 2008 22:39:31 GMT -5
People walking scattered before me as I stormed from the restaurant. Stupid weak people with their ideas of what was important and what was right. They had no idea, no concept of what it meant to live. They had their pretty clothes and their silly parties and no idea of what it meant to live in a world where even the richest among them ran the risk of freezing to death in the cold of a wild winter night.
My chest felt tight and I had to gasp for air. I stumbled into one of their inane parks and to a fountain. Ripping my shirt open I splashed water over my head and let it drip down my chest. There was a group of ruffians in the dark shadow of a tree, watching me with a mix of avarice and curiosity. I roared a curse at them in Ruskovian and rushed at them, but they showed their true blood and ran away.
I returned to the fountain and splashed more water on my face. In the rippling reflection of the water I could see the ring hanging from the chain around my neck. I was so used to it I usually forgot I even had it on. Grasping it, I yanked and broke the chain. I pulled my arm back to hurl the wedding ring away from me, but couldn’t do it. With a sob I shoved it into my pocket.
What was I turning into? How had I become so soft, so weak that I had fallen to this? I yanked my dagger from my belt, the mad impulse to cut from my chest the heart that was hurting so seized me. I pushed the tip of my dagger into my flesh, blood welling up readily. Sanity returned in a rush at the sight of my blood and I pulled the dagger free. I put the dagger back into my belt and turned, heading home – no, to the house I had here to begin my preparations to return home.
My chest felt tight and I had to gasp for air. I stumbled into one of their inane parks and to a fountain. Ripping my shirt open I splashed water over my head and let it drip down my chest. There was a group of ruffians in the dark shadow of a tree, watching me with a mix of avarice and curiosity. I roared a curse at them in Ruskovian and rushed at them, but they showed their true blood and ran away.
I returned to the fountain and splashed more water on my face. In the rippling reflection of the water I could see the ring hanging from the chain around my neck. I was so used to it I usually forgot I even had it on. Grasping it, I yanked and broke the chain. I pulled my arm back to hurl the wedding ring away from me, but couldn’t do it. With a sob I shoved it into my pocket.
What was I turning into? How had I become so soft, so weak that I had fallen to this? I yanked my dagger from my belt, the mad impulse to cut from my chest the heart that was hurting so seized me. I pushed the tip of my dagger into my flesh, blood welling up readily. Sanity returned in a rush at the sight of my blood and I pulled the dagger free. I put the dagger back into my belt and turned, heading home – no, to the house I had here to begin my preparations to return home.