Tuesday, March 14, 2006

Chapter 4 to Another Story...^^;;
NOTE: the under line part is a dream. Yeah I couldn't thinkof a better way to express that's a dream. ^^

(in case you've forgotten. Here's the previous chapter. ^_-)
Chapter 3

The wind passes through again. The sword that he's holding glimmers like stars. I look into his eyes, saying darenly,"Go head, swipe the sword and take my life. All I want is to live my life. But I guess being born a demon has taken those pleasures from me." I grasp the end.

"You have spirit demon, I'll give you that." He sheaths his sword.

The wolves’ barks grow stronger. I grin in victory and take off in a run.

Once again the thoughts enter and leave no room for arguments. "What is he?" I ask myself. What kind of bounty hunter spares the life of his bounty. I slow down and look down from where I came. I notice at once that he's gone. I shrug my shoulders and pick up from where I left off.

* * * * *

Tomy watches the demon girl run for her life. "I'll enjoy watching her trail." He smirks and disappears into the trees.

The wolves’ breath by past him, they halt in their tracking and talk to each other in growls and whimpers. As a pack they back track to where Tomy stood.

Tomy fingers the hilt of his sword the wolves’ growl. Tomy draws his sword and whispers softly, "Pups of the wild, you do not want to miss with this cat. Now go back to your tracking."

The wolves look at the other and begin stepping forward.

"Sorry."

* * * * *


The wolves whimper and yelp in pain. I pause for a mere second and look down the path again. My nose crinkles as the stench of blood lingers in the air.

My eyes catch sight of a dark cloaked figure. I shudder.
DEATH.

I continue to run my path.
Chapter 4

The figure of death stays in my mind and I start to shiver with fear. I laugh at my self for being so weak. Who isn't afraid of dying? I pause and try to clear my head, all the things that has happened replays continuously and I can't shake it off. This isn't me, I'm stronger than that.

I walk to the nearest tree and lean against it's trunk for reassurance. Sighing I slide down the smooth bark and bury my face in my hands. Tears roll down uncontrollably, why am I crying? I have no reason to cry. I hug my knees and look down the path once more. Why did he spare me. Grasping the material of my kimono and growl softly. "Damn! Why?" Hoping to hear his answer I wait for a few seconds.

But in return I hear some one else’s voice, no it's them.

"It's your fault!"
"Shut up! You idiot it was your choice!"
"What did you call me boy?"
"Idiot! Now deal with it."

The arguments continue. I smile slightly and stand up. While I still have the chance, I'll go and save myself pity for later. I wipe the tears away and take the pace in an easy jog. The trees are still quiet and they suns shines through the canopy. I still can't get that image out, of him sheathing his sword and saying that I have spirit. I growl and take my pace a step higher. I've got to lose that image.

Trees past me in a blur and the animals of the forest watch me with fear and concern in their eyes. I run faster and try even harder to clear my mind. I yell in frustration. Not watching where I’m running I trip over an exposed root and fall on my knees and hands. I take out my sword and stab it into the ground fiercely. I fall over with exhaustion and close my eyes. I start to laugh slightly. These emotions are a pain.

I look to where I placed my sword and whispered so that only the animals and forest can hear me, “I’m sorry I wounded you."

I continue to lie in my spot and sub consciously fall into a deep sleep.

Scenes from the past and present play in an unorthodox fashion like in an unplanned play. I see my mom and dad and myself chasing after them desperately. I'm calling out to them with tears streaming down. They slowly turn around and give a soft smile. They reach out their hands to me; I smile and reach for their hands. They disappear, in their place stands a figure. Instead of welcoming hands there's a blade.

I wake up gasping. Looking around I catch a glimpse of a faint shadow barely dodging my gaze.

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