Post by BlacKitten on May 21, 2014 16:19:57 GMT -5
The stream of time flowed at an interminable rush, more merciless than ever before. Whether it was an hour ago or a few minutes ago, he did not care. What mattered to him was the present time as his past roamed closer in his own haunted shadow. Not so long ago, he witnessed his own home, the household of a wealthy family where he was raised, engulfed within a scorching blob of flames that turned the blind, dead night into a bright, living hell. The lust for blood, his blood, led the gloomy atmosphere to choke on its own smoky air, yet thankfully, not a single drop of acrid blood had been spilled so far. However, this was not over; it was merely the beginning, a beginning of a new era in his life where he must leave his own home island. He had committed no crimes nor was he exiled; what led to his takeoff was far worse and tragic. Abased as a homeless runaway, he was forced to abandon his entire way of life and decamp from the Holy Remunun Empire.
The denouement that led to this very predicament happened so fast yet so slow over the course of his intricate life. Fear, confusion, and excitement prickled within his throbbing heart altogether, but he was so grateful that he wasn't alone. However, deep down in the corner of his distressed mind, he knew that his gratefulness was also his greatest fear. The more he cared for someone, the more painful it was to lose that person. For years, he tried to reject his emotions, suppressing it in a cold blooded cage, yet here he was, carrying her in his aching arms.
In his welcoming arms, a younger girl remained motionless in an unconscious state of mind; he never even had a chance to confirm if she was still alive. Comparing himself to his little sister, he realized something after glancing at his mental flashbacks. Rebecca was lucky either way; not only was she saved by the black angel twice, she never had to witness the horrors, at least not entirely. In both cases that she was saved, she remained asleep, almost comfortably in the arms of her older brother. It made him wonder if she was even aware of his demonic appearance.
A freak, a monster, that was what he looked like if the night wasn't shrouding him with a blanket of darkness. As he crossed over the ocean, he did not look back, only straight ahead with his violet eyes giving off a mysterious glow. The sea down below reflected the small diminishing light from his crumbling, searing home as darkness grew thicker like a black fog the further he flew towards the invisible horizon. Not a single twinkling star winked at him as they all hid behind the ominous clouds. Even with his finely-tuned ears, he had never heard of such a dry and dead tone of silence. Only a subtle cool breeze ruffled up his black hair and whistled past his ears.
Not once so far had he considered where he was going; the gravity of his situation led his instincts to give him only one command: GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE! It didn't matter where so long as he was as far away from home as possible. Even with the admonition from Yoochun, escape was still in question.
With this being the longest flight while carrying a human body, his preternatural demon-like black wings gradually grew jaded to the point that he glided more than he flew. Droplets of sweat dribbled down the right side of his cheek, near the ear. His breath grew more audible, and he unknowingly flew closer and closer towards the water at dangerous proximity.
“Heh… so I've finally reached my limit,” He smirked in utter defeat. The high-pitched sound that he emitted, undetectable to normal human ears, had led him to sense a scope of his physical surroundings with a swift series of echoes. Echolocation had told him the obvious; there was nowhere to land. Soon, his energy would deplete to zero, and he would plummet into the ocean, sinking into his own grave.
Despite his inevitable doom, he couldn't seem to drop the girl which would lighten to load, letting him fly just a bit longer, but his arms grew stiff and torpid. He didn't care about the girl, definitely not; his own life mattered more. Rescuing her was nothing more than an act of his whim; he simply thought that her dying inside a burning house was unpleasant for his conscience. Though, drowning didn't sound any better than being burned to death, but this way of dying was different. Pluto wanted to be a little selfish too. If he was going to die, he wanted to at least die alongside with her. Of course, it wasn't because he cared for her; he simply didn't want to die alone.