~Sebastien~
"Jesus Seb. I can smell the terresterone in the air." Ghosti laughed wandering up to my side. I gave her that look I gave every time she butchered my name.
"You should be more careful; who knows what a madman like this shall do next." I chuckled. Though I preferred to keep to my lonesome it's hard to not become acquainted with one you share the same prison with. Ghosti had come into our presence when the guards captured her wandering the forest. I had already been here for quite a few years though I found her to be much for enjoyable than the other hopeless wretches.
"I could say the same to you, ya know." She gave me a pointed look as she cleaned up my wounds.
I brushed her hand away as she tried to bandage them. "Please it will take much more than an ill-tempered person such as this to take me from this world. Now, if you’re so intent on staying; I'd advise you to stay back. Seems I'm not quite done here." I stood back up on my feet as Ice struggled to his own but nevertheless he most definitely wasn't finished...yet that is.
"Oh can you please hold my hat; I wouldn't want it ruined." I smiled and handed it to her.
She sighed. "Fine, Seb; I'll just go wait until your done." She scurried off back to her spot and sat tentatively. I turned back toward Ice despite his bleeding he had managed to regain himself to his feet.
He was stubborn I'll give him that. He came at me once again a bit more focused I quickly side-stepped turning on my heal and dragged my blade across his back fairing much better than he had tried on me. Though I was still rather annoyed he had destroyed my vest; not to mention I was already in tatters. It would take a great deal of cleaning once this was over.
He turned quickly on the balls of his feet and forced his sword against mine once more. I smirked, we were matched quite well. But it would take more than strength to win this. I shoved my boot quite brutally into his side kicking him from me. He closed his eyes as he slid back; I hope he did not think ill of me for it.
I spun my blade around in one hand twirling the rook's head by its beak. Then smashed the hilt into his jaw; he dropped to the ground and opened his eyes. Right in front of him was none other than myself with my shimmering blade directly pointed at his face.
"How noble you are; always looking out for others no matter how vain and hopeless it really is. Can you not see it?" I said quite seriously but not lacking a curious note.
Ice charged right for me in all his fury. I moved swiftly to my right so I could get out the way, but he turned to follow. His eyes were in a rage.
" IT DOESN'T MATTER! THE PACK SUPPORTS AND PROTECTS EACH OTHER, EVEN AT THE COST OF THERE OWN LIFE! I KNOW THAT NOW!" He screamed in a tone that I never would have imagined coming from someone like him. He rammed his blade through my shoulder.
As I slid back I felt the blood pour out of my arm once more. I had been hit quite thoroughly, he completely torn my rotator cuff, I couldn't move my left arm. My sword landed in the ground sticking up through the ceramic floor tiling.
"What a sore that is..." I glanced at the wound then returned my gaze to him. "I used to understand that; aside from our dark qualities. Ravens are also quite tender creatures. But in that abyss of suffering one tends to lose all sense of hope." I said more pondering myself than speaking to him.
"But, why endanger the pack for already lost souls?" I addressed him directly.
"Wolves are loyal to the pack, the pack are our family. It is our job to protect our family. If one of us is to be lost, we are all to be lost. As an Alpha it is my job to insure that we do not lose sight of that." He carried himself quite boldly; so he was a wolf, eh? Before I could think of this more he caught me off guard.
"Don't you have someone you would die for?" He asked, I raised my eyebrow puzzled but then chuckled.
I placed my hand on my shoulder tightening my grip around it. "Don't be absurd, I have no intention of dying before my time. I am a lone creature."
"So you would just leave the whole world to die?" His voice was more accusing than serious. I walked a few steps away plucking my blade from the ground with my still able right hand.
"If that's how it would go; I wouldn't raise a single feather." I said quite clearly. He trembled; his fist was almost white he was gripping his sword so tightly. I raised an eyebrow rather perplexed.
"You're sickening! How can you let anyone die when you could stop it? I've risked my life for complete strangers!" He yelled; I rolled my eyes.
"Hmph, you're just going to spend your whole life being a saviour; I prefer to watch from a high roost. Do as you please it is not my intention to meddle in your affairs; if you wish to die so badly I will gladly assist you." I held my blade back into the light.
"You do that, you watch as all the world around you treats those like you, those who would understand as filth and trash. You watch as all that you ever knew, all you could care about is destroyed. Meanwhile I will protect those around me until my life ends; that's the only way I can be forgiven for my mistakes." He gripped his sword tightly between to hands. "Also, I believed that the raven was the creator of life, but no more, if the raven really had created life you would feel the need to protect it."
It almost made me laugh he had finally acknowledged me for the creature I was but it was short lived. "The world my kind created no longer exists; the only one that remains is made of scum."
“So no good people exist in this world, nothing good can happen, nothing makes life worth living? How can you think that?” He shook his fist lashing out like a holy preacher. “Don't you see that we're good? We care, we want to save people who have given us hope or who we love. So not all life is good, there are still those who are needed by others.”
I crossed my arms best as I could manage letting out a long sigh and smiled up at him. “It seems there's no changing you mind then. I will be a bit sorry to see another die before their prime.” I paused, thinking for a short moment. “But I don't see why you show so much concern for me. As long as I'm behind these walls; what meaning is there? Simply, there is none.”
He trembled in agitation but I merely continued. “Now if you are finished, sir speech writer; let’s be done with this all ready.”
So he lunged…he almost screamed with malicious intent. I ran forward, the sword in my hands seemed lighter then it probably was. The adrenaline must have had something to do with it, I mused.
My body acted upon its well-trained instinct, muscle memory… I could have fought him with my eyes closed quite easily. Maybe I would have faired better if I did.
Though it was troublesome the match of gentlemen was quite pleasing in its own sense. The clashing of two swords was like a song in its own right, a lullaby.
But such a drawn out battle had taken its toll on us both. Panting, heaving, we leapt backwards gaining distance. Falling to my knees. I would not be defeated by such a man. Never. If this went on any further...the poison would surely kill me.
I felt the balls of my feet dig into the floor. I pushed against the tiled surface, and it pushed back. I launched into the air as if I were in my darker form. I raised the sword above my head, prepared to bring it down upon him with every fiber of my being, the heavy weight of the blade supporting my judgment.
But I realized much too late, it is as if the fates themselves deny my plea, and the earth stood still as I watched his counter. I watch the smug look upon his face at my move. He was pleased to see me make such a foolish mistake.
Our eyes met, and as I hung in the air I felt those identical frozen eyes pierce my very soul. I hated it. Someone like him had no right to it. No man did.
As time moved forward, the world lurched suddenly as I felt the blade of his sword rip through my chest breaking through my ribcage until finally escaping barely missing my spine as it broke through. His free arm flew forward his coiled fist breaking against my jaw. He knocked me from where I stood and the ground met me with no remorse.
How many times I hit the ground I cannot count. But when I came to a halt there was a thick warmth trickling over my skin; my clothes began to darken as it seeped through. I pushed against the tiles once more, but this time, it did not aid me.
Ghosti moved to come but I gave her a look not to venture any nearer. Hesitantly, she stayed where she was. The shadow that now loomed over me quickly took on his shape in the dim light, his eyes were dark. It angered me the way they looked down on me.
My eyes did not meet his. Instead they searched for my companion. Where was my blade? I reached for that sword which was merely an extension of my very soul, but he kicked it away before it could be reached. He bent down grabbing me by the collar of my shirt and hoisted me to eye level.
“You can make this easy… surrender.” He spoke without emotion.
“Never in this life will I give up to a man like you.” I told him spitefully.
He’s lucky he landed the blow before me; I would not have been so generous.
A silence hung in the air. "You said you're trapped here; tell me, what would you do if you had a choice, would you just let everyone die, what if someone could save you, what would you do then?"
I couldn't believe it; instead of leaving me to succumb to my injuries he still decided to preach to me. Did this man ever quit?
I chuckled as the blood poured through my teeth gliding smoothly down my chin. "Someone like me could be saved. What a stupid thought." I thought for a moment and gazed up at the ceiling. "Hmph, who knows maybe breathing fresh air again, would let me see the good in the world." I said thoughtfully.
"Anyone who wants it can be saved." He replied flatly.
I would have laughed but even breathing was presenting a challenge; I coughed lightly before finding the words. "Want it, huh? How laughable. Why go so far when the world will still persecute and torment creatures like us. What is there to gain?"
Ice hesitated and looked away. “I'm not the one you should ask that; I have no true agreement with the concept…” He paused thinking while I was in utter agony. He stared back at me. “But from what I've heard there is a place where we can live in peace without being treated like monsters.”
I laughed until I was coughing quite severely; the poison deteriorating my heart would not kill me but his jokes would make me suffocate on my own blood if he kept this up. “A place where creatures like us can live in peace, unthinkable.” I paused but the thought still lingered.
“But interesting none the less…” I smirked; I lifted my right hand and grasped it around his wrist. “Fine let’s make this a contest, if though more likely than not the rescue efforts of your group fail it will only prove my point and I win. But by the unlikely chance that you win…” I dropped off waiting for his reply with a smirk cut into my face.
His eyes widened in shock then hardened once again. “If I win, you join our group, you win I get killed. I can't wait to see the outcome.” He gave a final look of disgust before roughly dropping me against the wall and ran out the room without a moment’s hesitation.
I coughed and my breathing heaved against my chest; he was a worthy opponent that much I could not doubt…but we’ll see who really wins in the end.
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The dramatic conclusion of Ice vs. Sebastien!! I hate writing fight scenes ^^;
But anyway, Ice wins ^^;;
Sebastien: -_-; oh cruel fate
~Used~
Sebastien(duh :P)
Ice
Ghosti
