There is nothing in the dark that isn't there in the light, or so they say.
But I know differently,
I know what lies in the shadows waiting for those foolish enough to walk pass.
They do not have names.
They are too old.
They have been around since before time.
And I hunt them.
I work alone too.
Too many times I have seen the people I love cut down because of my mistakes.
My family, my friends, my lovers.
All gone, all because I couldn't protect them.
Sure, I had "sidekicks" but they got killed all too quickly.
They didn't understand them like I did,
like I do.
And now, I am the one being hunted, I am the one trapped.
The only thing keeping me alive is this little spot of light.
I can't see them, but I can feel them.
Moving around, waiting for the light to go out.
I used to be scared, but the only scary thing now is that I've gotten so used to this.
So many times I have seen death's face, and so many times I miss his dark embrace by only a whisper.
He would like to catch me, oh yes, I know he would.
Its times like these that all I want to do is lie down and wait for that darkness to take me.
But then I remember what I have lost, and I can't help but get up and fight again.
And fight I do.
Except this time.
This time there is no way out; this time the sun won't rise to my calling.
So I sit and listen and look at my little light.
Watch it flicker and sputter.
My only wish is that I could see my love before I go.
He dragged me into this and then he left me to die alone.
I look up and see death standing at the border of the light and dark.
He smiles his wicked smile.
I won’t be going anywhere, he knows it too.
I quietly stand and pull out my sword,
Sure, guns would be better but only if I had the ammunition,
I look back at my light and watch as it takes one last breath and goes out completely.
I raise my weapon to show how unafraid I am but it doesn't matter,
Without my light I am helpless as a newborn kitten.
They attack quickly, they have the advantage as it is dark and I am completely blind
(For I am a creature if the light.)
But death is there, and since I was able to evade him so many times he thinks of me worthy.
He stands back, to see if I can escape this time.
Once he sees I'm not going anywhere he comes to me swiftly.
I feel nothing as my body falls to the floor.
With my eyes I look up and see death reaching out for me.
Waiting for me to embrace.
He has won, but he does not gloat.
He has become soft and takes me away with no pain.
I look down with my ghost eyes and see myself laying there, my katana in my now limp hand.
*~(Suddenly a white light flashes behind death and flying towards us comes a beautiful man with wings, an angel, or so I have to assume.
He places a hand on deaths shoulder, "No, now is not her time."
Death holds me close, reluctant to let go of his prize that he has waited so long for, but that light is too close so he must.
Without a word he lets me go and disappears, the angel takes my hand and guides me back to my ravaged body.
I struggle; I don't want to go back to a world of hurt.
He smiles gently and knowingly, "You must finish what has been started, you are our warrior."
With a wave of his hand he smites all of the shadow creatures that had been feasting on me and with another wave he restores my body back to normal.
I am pulled into my healed body and I open my eyes to find myself on the floor, I look up and see the angel.
"I have been given the task to bring you back to a harsh terrible world and I have done so, but I shall not leave you with nothing."
He holds out his hand and a ball of colors appears,
"A gift, to help you win the fight you will inevitably have to fight."
He tosses it too me, I raise my hands to catch it but it passes through my hands and falls into my chest where it disappears.
I feel it spread through out my entire body giving me strength, more strength then I have ever had, I close my eyes enjoying the feeling.
When I open them again the angel is gone and the shadows have started to press towards me again, I'm not worried though.
I slowly stand and raise my sword, "Come then, let us finish this dance."
With screeches and screams more terrible then you could ever imagine they lunge at me.
I smile.
My sword suddenly flares light white fire and pulsates out, the first wave was destroyed.
The others, struck dumb and confused in the sudden light, try to run but I am quicker and I cut them down one by one.
It is much later by the time I drag myself out of the dark hole and the first thing I see when I raise my eyes towards the sky is the sunrise.
I nearly weep.
Instead I fall to the ground and pass out, unafraid because I know nothing can attack me here in the light and now I am strong enough to take on any that do.
I smile to myself as I slip into the world of dreams where all my loved ones are still alive and I promise them I will finish what has been started and I will win.
Up in heaven two angels watch the young girl fall asleep;
"Was that such a smart thing to do Gabriel? She is in for a long fight and there might be others who are stronger then her."
"No Michael, she is stronger then she seems and she will fight to the very end."
"Death isn't happy Gabriel."
"He will get over it."
"And what of Yahweh?"
"I think he will understand, but if worst comes to worst I will probably end up there beside the girl."
Michael smirked, "You’re not a fighter Gabriel, and you’re NOT dragging me into this."
They clasped hands then Michael walks away leaving Gabriel to watch the girl a little while longer.")
End
KMB
(Side Note:
The first half of this “Story” was done a long, long time ago.
I don’t remember the exact age I was but it was done on our first computer so 12…13?
Anyway, originally I had it so the “Hero” died in the end but after going back and reading it
A couple of times I realized I wasn’t finished with it but I didn’t know just HOW to finish it.
So I left it alone for a few years.
Every once in a while I would go back and read it but nothing jumped out at me.
Eventually, somewhere between the end of 2007 and the beginning of 2008 I sat down and began typing,
I had no idea where I was going with it, just the thought that it needed to be finished.
When I got done with HER story I decided that I needed to explain a little something about the angel that had come and helped her.
If it doesn’t explain anything truly I am sorry.
It is most apparent with how this ends that it could continue but I’m not sure if I will.
At the age of 12/13 I had a dark thought, the DT turned into an image and that image turned into a story, albeit a short one.
I just wanted to explain how old this story is because if no one likes it you can blame the mind of a 12/13 year old and not who I am now.
I found it interesting though, at a younger age I hadn’t been able to finish the last little bit that now looks so simple.
Is it because I matured and realized that there is also the light as well as the dark?
I don’t know.
I DO know though that it took me 7/8 years to finish this little story and I’m going to make sure that doesn’t happen again. >.<)
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