this is YOUR kingdom come
The boy was in pure agony, his body contorting and twisting in torment. His shirt was ripped as if he was attacked by a bear, the air was pure dust and the fire was gradually swallowing the ground. His skin was smudged with oil and grease and sweat and blood, and the pain.. the pain was consuming his soul, ripping him up just like when we rip a loose thread of a sweater forcefully. Gritting his teeth, he was trying to hold back his screams that were shaking all of his vocal chords. His golden hair became tarmac black, and his blue eyes turned grey - similar to the ashes surrounding him. With his back laying on shattered glass, his eye-sight blurred, explosions hurting his eardrums, fat salty tears slid down his face and soothed his scars. Again, his tattoo burned. A celtic cross right across his chest, which covered all of his Greek god-like thorax*. He felt as if he was being drowned in magma. Lifting his head lightly, weak, he tried to evaluate the situation. Considering he couldn't see much, just feel, he gave it a 11 out of 10 in the scale of how bad things were. He almost begged for mercy - almost because then he saw. . He looked to his left and glanced at what seemed to be a blade. Two centimetres from him, the god damn blade was laying. To him, those 2 centimetres seemed more like 2 kilometres. 'My only chance', he thought. He hadn't suffered that much to end up killed by an Unreal soldier, no way he had. Gathering the rest of his energies, he stretched his arm as fast as he could - which wasn't exactly, you know, fast - and grabbed it, instantly feeling its power and at the same time, its comfort, safety. Immediately, a voice started whispering, a voice which scrapped his neurones.
'C'mon, get it. Just get it. Do it now. Now. We are just wasting time, you and me both. C'mon, just go and let me tear yourself, I want to get into your insides and..' He let go of the object thinking that it'd be enough to shut it up.
'You might think you got rid of me, but I will always be here.'
And well, he was wrong.
'No,' he said to himself. 'no. Or perhaps?'
He thought about it. He knew that on his veins, darkness and sins were running, and yes, perhaps, just perhaps, it has gotten to his time. More whispers came in then, rough, deep, somber. They wouldn't stop until they were cracking his brain apart.
He saw a point of light then, like when you see a star in the sky, all of a sudden, all out of the blue. Little, but quite bright and noticeable. He was tired, ready to give up. But the light only got closer and closer..
And it got so close that the light revealed itself a hand, actually, which was being offered to him. A small one in white gloves. He couldn't believe it, but took the hand.
'A blessing?', he asked himself.
It was kind of impressive how he had really gotten desperate to belive in such a thing - 30 minutes before he would laugh at you if you said something similar.
Hypocrite.
His vision focused with effort. A black silky hair suited the hand's owner like a curtain, making its way all to her waist. A lace mask covered her eyebrows, highlighting her ocean coloured eyes and long eyelashes.
'Definitely a puzzle', he thought.
'How interesting', he thought.
Her long white dress hugged her perfect curves, as bright as the Sun. She grinned, bending down towards him. It felt as if someone had gotten her from a fairytale and by mistake put her in that it nightmare.
"You probably are wondering who am I."
Oh, and her voice.. Her voice sounded like the most harmonic melody in the whole universe. And he could say it actually sounded like it, from the so many people and voices and worlds he knew. "Well. I'm basically here to save you."
He found energy to chuckle. "No. There is no such thing as salvation." with great effort the words came out, as his lungs were suppressing his trachea and causing him to cough incessantly.
"A faithless young man, I see. At this point, most of them are already in their knees begging for help."
"Faith is useless and a lie. And I don't lie."
She laughed softly. "This is, in itself, already a lie."
Gently, the girl/angel/supposedly salvation, rubbed his cheek. He felt like he was being kissed by a moon.
Absolute silence. And in that moment, a lapse of hope was born on him.
'Look into my eyes.', she asked.
No. No. No.
'Look.'
'No, please.' he refused, squeezing his eyes.
'Why?'
Silence, again. The temptation was too hard. He couldn't control it. He wanted, needed to look..
Not receiving an answer, she grabbed his face and moved as close to him as she could, trying to get a reaction.
'It's where my demons hide.'
The voices were gone loudly crazy.
He was sure then, for the hundredth time, that there isn't any salvation.
The blade was still in his hands.
And seconds later, her dress in stained scarlet red.
