Post by (Seth) Melville on Dec 29, 2009 3:27:19 GMT
Mayu… it was all Melville could think about. He would have to find her, make her forgive him. Tell him what a fool he was. If she was in his arms then nothing could go wrong.
I hear she’s down in the forest…
He froze. That voice… he’d heard it before. It had been just before he’s collapsed, before he had apparently died. But that hadn’t been the first time he’d heard the voice, and he’d learnt long ago to believe him. “The forest? What is she doing there?” he asked under his breath, looking around himself uncertainly. People might look at him, think that he’s crazy for speaking to himself, but it didn’t matter now. All that mattered was Mayu.
I don’t know. She just went there.
He frowned. He knew exactly what this man was after, and exactly how it would play out. “You realise I could call the others right now?” he said, though his feet were heading towards the forest.
And you realise that I could kill you instantly
He gave a small smile. “But you won’t. Because you know they’ll bring me back,” he said, his voice steady and his eyes cold. He had accepted death, but on one condition; “I’ll make a deal. I can block them from me. They won’t know where I am, and you’ll be free to do whatever you want with me. Just save Mayu. Don’t touch her, and don’t let her hurt herself. If she stops breathing then you instantly leave, go from this world, this plain, away from us.”
And you expect me to take that offer?
“You have nothing to lose but victory.” he muttered to himself, the forest appearing in his line of sight. “If you don’t do this then they’ll find me and bring me back again and again.” he said softly, already blocking himself from anyone who could hear him.
Deal.
He felt his body shift, watching dully as the image beneath him changed. He was deep in the forest, somewhere he’d never been before. He took a deep breath, waiting for what was going to happen, closing his eyes tightly as he felt himself being pushed.
His eyes flew open, his heart racing as he tried to cling to anything, feeling himself falling, and rolling down the bank, twigs and logs smashing heavily into his chest. He cried in pain as he heard snapping, his body aching in a new stabbing pain coming from each part of his body separately.
He lay at the bottom of the bank, looking up at the sky as he struggled to breath. His chest hurt, he knew that most of his ribs were broken, at least one of them pressing into his lung. He coughed, blood dripping from his mouth, his breath rattling in his throat. He tried to lift himself, crawl away, but he couldn’t feel his legs.
He looked up, his eyes wide as the vision of the spirit faded in and out of view, becoming stronger and stronger as death came close. “You…” he said softly, his voice came out as a spluttering mess.
Mathew looked down at him, smiling widely, crouching down beside him. I hope that woman appreciates all you’ve done for her… he said softly, before slamming his cold hand into Melville’s chest.
The boys eyes widened, his body quickly losing all energy and blacking out. Five minutes and he could let go of his heart. Five minutes and he would be beyond return. One minute ticked by. He would die even if the spirit wasn’t killing him, that was clear. His back was broken, his body twisted in pain. Two minutes. But five minutes would mean no return. No last minute goodbyes, no explanations of what a sacrifice he had made. Melville would die a cowards death. Three minutes. It would be an accident; poor Melville slipped and fell in the forest. Four Minutes. His death would mean nothing, they would all assume. And Mathew would make sure it would mean nothing.
Five minutes.
I hear she’s down in the forest…
He froze. That voice… he’d heard it before. It had been just before he’s collapsed, before he had apparently died. But that hadn’t been the first time he’d heard the voice, and he’d learnt long ago to believe him. “The forest? What is she doing there?” he asked under his breath, looking around himself uncertainly. People might look at him, think that he’s crazy for speaking to himself, but it didn’t matter now. All that mattered was Mayu.
I don’t know. She just went there.
He frowned. He knew exactly what this man was after, and exactly how it would play out. “You realise I could call the others right now?” he said, though his feet were heading towards the forest.
And you realise that I could kill you instantly
He gave a small smile. “But you won’t. Because you know they’ll bring me back,” he said, his voice steady and his eyes cold. He had accepted death, but on one condition; “I’ll make a deal. I can block them from me. They won’t know where I am, and you’ll be free to do whatever you want with me. Just save Mayu. Don’t touch her, and don’t let her hurt herself. If she stops breathing then you instantly leave, go from this world, this plain, away from us.”
And you expect me to take that offer?
“You have nothing to lose but victory.” he muttered to himself, the forest appearing in his line of sight. “If you don’t do this then they’ll find me and bring me back again and again.” he said softly, already blocking himself from anyone who could hear him.
Deal.
He felt his body shift, watching dully as the image beneath him changed. He was deep in the forest, somewhere he’d never been before. He took a deep breath, waiting for what was going to happen, closing his eyes tightly as he felt himself being pushed.
His eyes flew open, his heart racing as he tried to cling to anything, feeling himself falling, and rolling down the bank, twigs and logs smashing heavily into his chest. He cried in pain as he heard snapping, his body aching in a new stabbing pain coming from each part of his body separately.
He lay at the bottom of the bank, looking up at the sky as he struggled to breath. His chest hurt, he knew that most of his ribs were broken, at least one of them pressing into his lung. He coughed, blood dripping from his mouth, his breath rattling in his throat. He tried to lift himself, crawl away, but he couldn’t feel his legs.
He looked up, his eyes wide as the vision of the spirit faded in and out of view, becoming stronger and stronger as death came close. “You…” he said softly, his voice came out as a spluttering mess.
Mathew looked down at him, smiling widely, crouching down beside him. I hope that woman appreciates all you’ve done for her… he said softly, before slamming his cold hand into Melville’s chest.
The boys eyes widened, his body quickly losing all energy and blacking out. Five minutes and he could let go of his heart. Five minutes and he would be beyond return. One minute ticked by. He would die even if the spirit wasn’t killing him, that was clear. His back was broken, his body twisted in pain. Two minutes. But five minutes would mean no return. No last minute goodbyes, no explanations of what a sacrifice he had made. Melville would die a cowards death. Three minutes. It would be an accident; poor Melville slipped and fell in the forest. Four Minutes. His death would mean nothing, they would all assume. And Mathew would make sure it would mean nothing.
Five minutes.
