[from here (http://damned.livejournal.com/1158200.html?thread=79904824#t79904824)]
Everything was going as usual until he reached the hall just short of where he was supposed to be. It started innocuously, merely his name being whispered softly in his ear: Kratos...
And even though he could never forget the voice that spoke that single word, Kratos still swung around anyway, turning on his flashlight as he did so, seeking to find the source of that mysterious voice because he had already concluded that it had been someone other than her calling him, that she could not possibly be here in any form. And so, when his light came up with nothing, he merely shrugged and continued, writing off the voice as imagined.
Of course, he took no more than five steps before it called again, this time louder: Kill me.
And that he could not deny.
Where he had turned casually before, he now whirled around as if ambushed, flashlight beam darting here and there, looking, waiting for that flickering specter that had haunted him that night two weeks ago- her with eyes wide and pleading, arms outstretched, dress stained red- and on cue his chest burned as it had where the ghost of the Flamberge had buried itself to the hilt...
But he found nothing. Kratos panted for breath as he turned back shakily, free hand pressed against his heart as the pain slowly faded away. Nothing. There had been nothing save two words, and yet that had been all that he'd needed to assume that it was happening again, that he would die her death again and be forced to listen for the third time to Kvar's mocking laughter as his lifeblood slowly pooled around him.
Damn it all. His words to Tolten rose up again in his mind: There is nothing more to be done. He was helpless; all he could do was press forward and try his best to push the voice out of his head and the shameful, cowardly terror out of his heart.
And hopefully fool Soma in the process.
[to here (http://damned.livejournal.com/1162614.html?thread=79910006#t79910006)]
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Everything was going as usual until he reached the hall just short of where he was supposed to be. It started innocuously, merely his name being whispered softly in his ear: Kratos...
And even though he could never forget the voice that spoke that single word, Kratos still swung around anyway, turning on his flashlight as he did so, seeking to find the source of that mysterious voice because he had already concluded that it had been someone other than her calling him, that she could not possibly be here in any form. And so, when his light came up with nothing, he merely shrugged and continued, writing off the voice as imagined.
Of course, he took no more than five steps before it called again, this time louder: Kill me.
And that he could not deny.
Where he had turned casually before, he now whirled around as if ambushed, flashlight beam darting here and there, looking, waiting for that flickering specter that had haunted him that night two weeks ago- her with eyes wide and pleading, arms outstretched, dress stained red- and on cue his chest burned as it had where the ghost of the Flamberge had buried itself to the hilt...
But he found nothing. Kratos panted for breath as he turned back shakily, free hand pressed against his heart as the pain slowly faded away. Nothing. There had been nothing save two words, and yet that had been all that he'd needed to assume that it was happening again, that he would die her death again and be forced to listen for the third time to Kvar's mocking laughter as his lifeblood slowly pooled around him.
Damn it all. His words to Tolten rose up again in his mind: There is nothing more to be done. He was helpless; all he could do was press forward and try his best to push the voice out of his head and the shameful, cowardly terror out of his heart.
And hopefully fool Soma in the process.
[to here (http://damned.livejournal.com/1162614.html?thread=79910006#t79910006)]