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Fanfic: Bloody Revenge
Chapter: The end of the fight ???
The end of the fight ???
Breathing heavily and unwilling to hold his weapon any longer, he let the steel blade, which shimmered slightly reddish through the blood, slide out of his blood-smeared hands, where with a dull clang it stayed a lot on the once white marble floor of the mausoleum.
Exhausted, he sank down on his knees and propped himself up with his poor arm so as not to fly completely to the ground. It was over, it was finally over, it had won, finally won.
But why didn't this realization want to manifest itself completely in his thoughts and feelings ..... Why only ??
Was it perhaps because he was so exhausted and his thoughts were sluggish, almost at a snail's pace?
Or was it more because this fight, which had lasted for so many centuries, was the only thing that had kept him alive and now that it was over there was nothing left to keep him in this time and this cruel world should.All of these thoughts shot through his head in just a few minutes.
Matt and with endlessly tired eyes, he turned his gaze to the stone marble steps that led up to the old altar.
There he lay, motionless, with a look in his eyes that showed that he had regretted at the last moment of his life.
His friend, his once best friend from earlier days, was dead, killed by him, Morning vanAndt.
With a slight jerk he straightened up again and slowly walked up the steps to the altar. He suppressed the grief that wanted to spread inside him with some effort, he just wanted it, even if that was quite foolish not to allow it. He had to do it. Nothing else was left to him, after all, it was his friend who had betrayed him and not the other way around, so he wasn't really to blame for this happening. Still, he had killed his friend who was actually more like a brother to him and there was absolutely nothing to be done about that fact.When he looked down at the dead body that lay in front of him, a few scraps of memory came up in his mind, but he quickly banished them back to the last corner of his heart where they should stay forever.
Further on he started down on his friend whose eyes were wide open. In the morning looked down at him with different feelings, uncomfortable spread inside him because it almost looked as if he was looking at him with hateful eyes.
Still it was too late nothing could be undone, and even if he or anyone else could, he wasn't sure if he really wanted it, because after all it was his friend who had started this fight.
In the morning, a short moment passed before he slowly bent down to his friend and closed his eyes with an almost gentle movement.
"Rest in peace, my old friend, we'll see you again soon" came a soft whisper from his lips.No sooner had he finished speaking these words, he straightened up again completely, turned away from the dead man and left. With this last gesture it was over for him from now on he would get this thing out of his mind as best as possible, even if he would never quite succeed in doing so.
Without turning his head to his dead friend again, he went up the stone stairs, at the top of which was a door with heavy iron-clad hinges, and pushed it open with ease as if the door weighed nothing.
When he stepped outside in the morning he inevitably had to blink because the sun, which was already high in the sky, showed him that it was already some time after noon straight into the long darkness he had just come out of, painfully into the Eyes pricked.
For barely a minute he just stood motionless, and with his eyes closed in the meantime in the open door. A light wind blew in his face and revealed that it was a warm but not too hot summer day.With caution, because of the still glaring bliss, he opened his eyes again and started moving slowly. As soon as he was even a few meters away he stopped and turned to the mausoleum he had just stepped out of to take one last look at it. Exactly at this moment the earth under his feet began to shake very gently and barely a second later the entire mausoleum began to sink into the earth as if the ground on which it was built were suddenly made of quicksand and not of solid earth.
Expressionless, and as if he had already known this in advance, he stood in silence and with a disinterested expression on his face, still in the same place and watched it happen until the entire mausoleum was gone.
Hardly had this happened in the morning turned around again and continued on his way across the human doctrines cemetery.
When he reached the outskirts of the city in the morning he stopped and looked down the crowded street, one should hardly believe it, but the inhabitants of the city hadn't noticed a bit of the fight that had raged at the cemetery in the mausoleum, which was probably more because the cemetery outside, and was laid out a bit away from the city.Just as little had they noticed that they had just barely escaped a terrible fate.
But that was actually quite right in the morning because even whoever the people here would have known about something, they would not have understood it anyway and maybe the fight would have turned out very differently and everything here would have long since ceased to exist, so it was really better that this one The thing never came to light because people had been given a short reprieve without even realizing it.
With a slight hesitation, he continued on his way.
The passers-by he met looked at him partly with curiosity, partly with questioning looks, but mostly he saw fear in the eyes of people, which did not particularly surprise him, after all he looked as if he had just messed with a complete herd of wolves all by himself and as Coronation also attacked an entire slaughterhouse.
No wonder that it looked like that, after all, he was not only overlooked over and over with scratches, cuts and heaps of bruises, which after a fight that was fought without rules was actually not very unusual, no he also carried a sword around with him, what at the present time it was really more than unusual and, on top of that, prohibited.But he was very little interested in that because he had never been interested in any rules, neither as a child nor now as an adult.
Although more and more people glanced at him in the morning he just went on, after all, he didn't care what other adventurous stories were right about his appearance, after all, in a few days he would only be a fleeting memory in the minds of most passers-by and no more, it had always been that way over the centuries and would never change. And that was also quite good as how should he finally explain to someone that he was over 2000 years old, contrary to all laws of nature, and only wandered around the world because of one thing he still had to do without then in a white> got me dear west
With a calm step he walked past the people, some of whom had stopped in the meantime.Slowly but surely the looks around him became more and more piercing and in the morning slowly but surely began to feel a bit uncomfortable, after all, unfortunately, nobody could be stared at like that for a long time, at least he didn't know anyone.
Suddenly he stopped and turned to the staring passers-by, as soon as he had done that, the crowd almost completely dissolved. Most of the people went on with a slightly embarrassed look and a little too fast for it not to be an escape, the rest of the people who had stopped found the shop window displays around them suddenly more interesting than him. With a slight, barely noticeable grin on his lips, turned around again in the morning and continued his away without any more annoying glances on the back.
After a while, the morning came to where he wanted to go, to a small secluded lake that nobody in this city knew and whose water was so clear and pure that you could see the bottom even at the deepest point.He stopped about half a meter from the lake shore and started down into the clear, still water, not a single wave was to be seen on the surface of the lake, which was because there was not a single breeze here and not a single fish cavorted in the entire water.
With a single step, Morgen stepped right up to the lake, slipped his weapon from his back and began to get rid of his clothes, which were stained with dried blood, which he simply let fall carelessly on the ground before taking slow steps into the cold, clear area Water rose. He took a deep breath and went under. He stayed under the water for a few seconds, listening to the complete silence.
When he emerged again he immediately noticed that something was wrong, for a full second he stood motionless and slightly tense in the water. But after a short while he relaxed again with slow steps, he turned around and looked over at the little cluster of trees."You can come out, I noticed you a long time ago," he said firmly and slightly
Louder voice of yourself .....
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Breathing heavily and unwilling to hold his weapon any longer, he let the steel blade, which shimmered slightly reddish through the blood, slide out of his blood-smeared hands, where with a dull clang it stayed a lot on the once white marble floor of the mausoleum.
Exhausted, he sank down on his knees and propped himself up with his poor arm so as not to fly completely to the ground. It was over, it was finally over, it had won, finally won.
But why didn't this realization want to manifest itself completely in his thoughts and feelings ..... Why only ??
Was it perhaps because he was so exhausted and his thoughts were sluggish, almost at a snail's pace?
Or was it more because this fight, which had lasted for so many centuries, was the only thing that had kept him alive and now that it was over there was nothing left to keep him in this time and this cruel world should.All of these thoughts shot through his head in just a few minutes.
Matt and with endlessly tired eyes, he turned his gaze to the stone marble steps that led up to the old altar.
There he lay, motionless, with a look in his eyes that showed that he had regretted at the last moment of his life.
His friend, his once best friend from earlier days, was dead, killed by him, Morning vanAndt.
With a slight jerk he straightened up again and slowly walked up the steps to the altar. He suppressed the grief that wanted to spread inside him with some effort, he just wanted it, even if that was quite foolish not to allow it. He had to do it. Nothing else was left to him, after all, it was his friend who had betrayed him and not the other way around, so he wasn't really to blame for this happening. Still, he had killed his friend who was actually more like a brother to him and there was absolutely nothing to be done about that fact.When he looked down at the dead body that lay in front of him, a few scraps of memory came up in his mind, but he quickly banished them back to the last corner of his heart where they should stay forever.
Further on he started down on his friend whose eyes were wide open. In the morning looked down at him with different feelings, uncomfortable spread inside him because it almost looked as if he was looking at him with hateful eyes.
Still it was too late nothing could be undone, and even if he or anyone else could, he wasn't sure if he really wanted it, because after all it was his friend who had started this fight.
In the morning, a short moment passed before he slowly bent down to his friend and closed his eyes with an almost gentle movement.
"Rest in peace, my old friend, we'll see you again soon" came a soft whisper from his lips.No sooner had he finished speaking these words, he straightened up again completely, turned away from the dead man and left. With this last gesture it was over for him from now on he would get this thing out of his mind as best as possible, even if he would never quite succeed in doing so.
Without turning his head to his dead friend again, he went up the stone stairs, at the top of which was a door with heavy iron-clad hinges, and pushed it open with ease as if the door weighed nothing.
When he stepped outside in the morning he inevitably had to blink because the sun, which was already high in the sky, showed him that it was already some time after noon straight into the long darkness he had just come out of, painfully into the Eyes pricked.
For barely a minute he just stood motionless, and with his eyes closed in the meantime in the open door. A light wind blew in his face and revealed that it was a warm but not too hot summer day.With caution, because of the still glaring bliss, he opened his eyes again and started moving slowly. As soon as he was even a few meters away he stopped and turned to the mausoleum he had just stepped out of to take one last look at it. Exactly at this moment the earth under his feet began to shake very gently and barely a second later the entire mausoleum began to sink into the earth as if the ground on which it was built were suddenly made of quicksand and not of solid earth.
Expressionless, and as if he had already known this in advance, he stood in silence and with a disinterested expression on his face, still in the same place and watched it happen until the entire mausoleum was gone.
Hardly had this happened in the morning turned around again and continued on his way across the human doctrines cemetery.
When he reached the outskirts of the city in the morning he stopped and looked down the crowded street, one should hardly believe it, but the inhabitants of the city hadn't noticed a bit of the fight that had raged at the cemetery in the mausoleum, which was probably more because the cemetery outside, and was laid out a bit away from the city.Just as little had they noticed that they had just barely escaped a terrible fate.
But that was actually quite right in the morning because even whoever the people here would have known about something, they would not have understood it anyway and maybe the fight would have turned out very differently and everything here would have long since ceased to exist, so it was really better that this one The thing never came to light because people had been given a short reprieve without even realizing it.
With a slight hesitation, he continued on his way.
The passers-by he met looked at him partly with curiosity, partly with questioning looks, but mostly he saw fear in the eyes of people, which did not particularly surprise him, after all he looked as if he had just messed with a complete herd of wolves all by himself and as Coronation also attacked an entire slaughterhouse.
No wonder that it looked like that, after all, he was not only overlooked over and over with scratches, cuts and heaps of bruises, which after a fight that was fought without rules was actually not very unusual, no he also carried a sword around with him, what at the present time it was really more than unusual and, on top of that, prohibited.But he was very little interested in that because he had never been interested in any rules, neither as a child nor now as an adult.
Although more and more people glanced at him in the morning he just went on, after all, he didn't care what other adventurous stories were right about his appearance, after all, in a few days he would only be a fleeting memory in the minds of most passers-by and no more, it had always been that way over the centuries and would never change. And that was also quite good as how should he finally explain to someone that he was over 2000 years old, contrary to all laws of nature, and only wandered around the world because of one thing he still had to do without then in a white> got me dear west
With a calm step he walked past the people, some of whom had stopped in the meantime.Slowly but surely the looks around him became more and more piercing and in the morning slowly but surely began to feel a bit uncomfortable, after all, unfortunately, nobody could be stared at like that for a long time, at least he didn't know anyone.
Suddenly he stopped and turned to the staring passers-by, as soon as he had done that, the crowd almost completely dissolved. Most of the people went on with a slightly embarrassed look and a little too fast for it not to be an escape, the rest of the people who had stopped found the shop window displays around them suddenly more interesting than him. With a slight, barely noticeable grin on his lips, turned around again in the morning and continued his away without any more annoying glances on the back.
After a while, the morning came to where he wanted to go, to a small secluded lake that nobody in this city knew and whose water was so clear and pure that you could see the bottom even at the deepest point.He stopped about half a meter from the lake shore and started down into the clear, still water, not a single wave was to be seen on the surface of the lake, which was because there was not a single breeze here and not a single fish cavorted in the entire water.
With a single step, Morgen stepped right up to the lake, slipped his weapon from his back and began to get rid of his clothes, which were stained with dried blood, which he simply let fall carelessly on the ground before taking slow steps into the cold, clear area Water rose. He took a deep breath and went under. He stayed under the water for a few seconds, listening to the complete silence.
When he emerged again he immediately noticed that something was wrong, for a full second he stood motionless and slightly tense in the water. But after a short while he relaxed again with slow steps, he turned around and looked over at the little cluster of trees."You can come out, I noticed you a long time ago," he said firmly and slightly
Louder voice of yourself .....
Position follows
I hope someone liked it ^^ °