Basically this is a short blurb I wrote about death. Death as in the Goddess of Death, ruler of the underworld. What happens is...well, read the story eh?
The silence of the dark closed in on the girl as she stood in front of the mirror. It was dark, and shadows crept across her skin stealing the warmth of her body. A shudder ran through her and she pulled the blanket tighter about her shoulders.
She was young, no older than 16, and pale. In the pressing dark it looked as though her skin had never seen sunlight. Her eyes were a shimmering hazel green, the color of a cloudy ocean….and so cold. A frozen green wasteland rimmed with dark lashes. Bowing her head, dark curls tumbled over her shoulders. Curls the color of blood.
Broken sobs echoed in the silence as she wept. Pain lanced through her chest and she clutched her heart gasping for air. It hurt so much to live. All the pain she took in she took willingly, but sometimes she wondered, is it ever enough? Raising her face to the mirror she sobbed, “When does it end?”
Somewhere she registered the door creaking open, then shutting again. The shadows fled the room and it was filled with warmth. Gerry knelt by her side and rested his head on her lap. On their own accord her hands began running through the slayer’s hair. The sudden softness drew her out of her trance and RiverRose looked down at her beloved.
Gerry’s long black hair wound about her fingers and his dark eyes were closed. There was a scar running across his cheek from nose to jaw from an earlier battle that crinkled when he smiled. When he did smile, you could see the fangs. Moonlight glinted on the buckles of his boots and the knives strapped to his thigh, and through his light clothing you could see the rippling muscles. It was like petting a sleeping tiger. RiverRose sighed.
Gerry, sensing her gaze on him, looked up. Meeting his dark gaze she spoke, “It would be so easy….wouldn’t it? Just to go on like this? To forget all of you? Just to live like a normal human and not know the truth. Not know I actually have a purpose. Just to be fake like everyone else, lost in my own delusions and petty crimes. It would be so easy to just let go….”
Shifting his position Gerry caught her hands in his. “No, it wouldn’t be. Because no matter what you did, I’d still come for you.” Rage evident on her face she threw him from her and leaped out of the chair.
“WHY!?!? WHY DO YOU ALL NEED ME!??! WHAT MAKES ME SO GODAMNED SPECIAL!??!?” Seething she looked down at him sprawled on the floor. Calmly the slayer blinked and stood, looking down from his height of seven feet. He opened his arms and without hesitation RiverRose ran into them. Encircling her in his embrace he sank to the floor with the sobbing child. Cradling her in his arms he stroked her soft hair and rocked her till there were no more tears.
Snuffling slightly she looked into those amber eyes, “Why me?” He sighed and held her closer.
“Because of what you are phoenix. Because of what you are.”
The child mused this, then mournfully touched her belly. There would be no child there. Ever. Moving so her legs wrapped around him she looked into the eyes of her killer, and her beloved. He almost looked away from her deep eyes, for he knew the words she would utter, and had no choice but to obey. Softly she traced the scar she so long ago had caused, then looked directly at him. “Wake me up Gerry. Wake me up.”
The knife flashed in the dawn light and her limp body fell into his arms. He laid the corpse on the floor and the blood pooled on the carpet. It wasn’t really her now. The soul had left the body. The Angel Slayer wept bitter tears.
Death watched behind him. Looking at her body she realized how frail it had become. The pain she held for everyone had eaten away at her. And yet, it had healed her, and made her realize who she was. A dark smile lit her face. Walking forward she took Gerry’s hand. He jumped and looked down at her. Eyes widening in shock he swiftly knelt and kissed her hand. “There is no need for formalities love. Just take me home. I’ve been away for far too long.”
“Anything you wish my love. Anything you wish,” He whispered as he rose, a smile on his face. Smiling back she kissed him, then they were gone. All that remained was a broken doll on the floor spilling out blood.
First reviewer again? Right on! I'm thinking that more people just need to press that little "leave a comment" button for you . . . your imagination certainly deserves it IMO.
All right then! Totally demented. Can I say that and mean it as a compliment? I hope so. ^_^;; You had some very beautiful descriptions of your characters, and even managed to get good characterization in this incredibly short (hint, hint) piece. I'm curious most about the lines: "There would be no child there. Ever." How come?
At any rate, this was a very dreamish piece, but was simply fascinating. Great work!
ja ne, LoK Brittany Cali replies: "heh, maybe the comment button scares them or doesn't show up on their screens? And I do take my story as being "demented" as a compliment ^____________^ I love being put into that catagory, it's so much fun!
And yes, it is short, but, if you want to read a longer peice, I finally have "Twilight" up here. Not finished, but I've got the beginning few pages.
As for the line about the child, I haven't entirely figured that one out yet, it just kinda stuck while I was writing. Glad you liked!"
This is wonderfully morbid, I love it!!!!! Death is fascinating and I like how you portray it in this story. I saw one or two grammar errors but this is written so well it's unimportant, well done! Brittany Cali replies: "*bows* Eep! Thank you! I've always found death to be quite interesting, and extraordinairly fun to write about. There's just so much you can do with it ^^"
1 Jan 2007
Anonymous
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It is good that you where being specific. Brittany Cali replies: "Only because I felt the mood needed it."
16 Jan 2008
Amber
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This is an absolutely amazing breathe taking piece. very well penned and very well structured. I love to read and this just caught me and i had to read it. I’m glad that i did. Just a couple questions lol what exactly is she so that she must be "woken up". that’s an attention getter. i love it. thanks for the amazing write
~*~Amber~*~ Brittany Cali replies: "Thank you! I’m glad you liked it. As for her being "woken up" I viewed Death as not being fully awake and aware of herself in a human body. She was trapped and came to be aware of it over a few years of Gerry’s meddling (not that one would mind an incredibly beautiful fallen angel meddling in their affairs xp). And through that she decided that it was time to wake up."
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