Trapped Souls - Promise
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prodigalwatcherBlack is the absence of light, he recalled from some long-ago physics lesson when he was a boy of nine or ten. But if there was no light, no color, what was that he could see? Shades of violet and burgundy and silver, just barely perceptible in the darkness, like a curtain of the deepest velvet, catching colors reflected from the room beyond.
The colors became brighter, more pronounced, even as the darkness began to fade to something that was not yet light, and familiar.
More sensations flooded into him: heaviness and weight and gravity, all pulling at him, the body he was in suddenly subject to the physical laws of nature, indicating that he was, in fact, laying horizontally on his back. His fingers flexed, finding a surface beneath him subtly grooved and textured. Wood. A hardwood floor.
But no, he told himself, that was wrong. There should not have been a floor, nor a body, nor anything else.
He could feel light filtering through his eyelids, but he shut them tight, even as instinct commanded him to open them, even as tears began to well behind them.
He could feel the floor beneath him, hear the rustle of his clothes as he stirred.
He could feel, and in that fact was despair.
It wasn't as it was meant to be, he shouted in his mind. I was finished! I was done!
It won't hurt much longer, and then you'll be where I am.
He remembered. That was what she'd said. That was what she'd promised. It was all he wanted, didn't anyone understand? There wasn't any reason to live, no reason to fight any more, not with her gone and his blood spilling onto the marble floor of Cyvus Vail's home.
His duty done, his race complete, there was supposed to be nothing left for him in the world. He'd known it for weeks, known it as surely as he knew his own name that it was his time. That Angel had presented him with an opportunity to make that end count was only confirmation that it was meant to be.
It won't hurt much longer, and then you'll be where I am.
She'd promised. She'd promised! All the things he had given, all the things he had done... he'd only ever asked the world for one thing, and that was what he was supposed to get.
We'll be together.
"You promised."
It was a choked sob, a hoarse, cracked voice that he barely recognized as his own. And the sound of it drove the truth home as surely as a stake through his heart. Consciousness. Life.
And life was not where she was.
Cheated again.
Lied to again.
Abandoned again.
"You promised..."
The colors became brighter, more pronounced, even as the darkness began to fade to something that was not yet light, and familiar.
More sensations flooded into him: heaviness and weight and gravity, all pulling at him, the body he was in suddenly subject to the physical laws of nature, indicating that he was, in fact, laying horizontally on his back. His fingers flexed, finding a surface beneath him subtly grooved and textured. Wood. A hardwood floor.
But no, he told himself, that was wrong. There should not have been a floor, nor a body, nor anything else.
He could feel light filtering through his eyelids, but he shut them tight, even as instinct commanded him to open them, even as tears began to well behind them.
He could feel the floor beneath him, hear the rustle of his clothes as he stirred.
He could feel, and in that fact was despair.
It wasn't as it was meant to be, he shouted in his mind. I was finished! I was done!
It won't hurt much longer, and then you'll be where I am.
He remembered. That was what she'd said. That was what she'd promised. It was all he wanted, didn't anyone understand? There wasn't any reason to live, no reason to fight any more, not with her gone and his blood spilling onto the marble floor of Cyvus Vail's home.
His duty done, his race complete, there was supposed to be nothing left for him in the world. He'd known it for weeks, known it as surely as he knew his own name that it was his time. That Angel had presented him with an opportunity to make that end count was only confirmation that it was meant to be.
It won't hurt much longer, and then you'll be where I am.
She'd promised. She'd promised! All the things he had given, all the things he had done... he'd only ever asked the world for one thing, and that was what he was supposed to get.
We'll be together.
"You promised."
It was a choked sob, a hoarse, cracked voice that he barely recognized as his own. And the sound of it drove the truth home as surely as a stake through his heart. Consciousness. Life.
And life was not where she was.
Cheated again.
Lied to again.
Abandoned again.
"You promised..."
