Death Curse

I make my way down the hall, listening to my music, when I stop dead in my tracks. It has come, the song I love and dread, my devil’s angel. As the beat starts to enter my subconscious I feel that familiar drifting feeling, the feeling of losing my hold on this world. I know I must hold strong and fight against it, but the raw power of it washes over me like tidal waves. I barely notice that people around me have stopped to see if I’m okay. Then suddenly it happens, the images start flashing in and out, more vibrant than any my mind’s eye can create on its own. A tower, the stairs, the death and blood. This is all I can see, and in the background the song keeps playing. Time has slowed down enough for me to realize that these images of destruction are from my own doing. My hands start to tremble as I hear the clattering of my blades hitting the floor. I need to cry, to let all of this sorrow out, but the tears won’t flow, they haven’t for a long time. These walls that I have built are my curse; they are the reason for this songs hold over me. They are the cause of all the pain and suffering that now lies at my feet. I wait here in this dismal place for far too long and then I hear nothing. The track has changed, and so has, I fear, the hallway in which I first stood. When I awaken from my dark slumber I look once again upon a place full of pain and suffering. Once again this blessed curse has left behind a path of destruction. I stand there for a time, watching sadly as the life seeps out of these poor souls. It is only when I hear the wail of sirens that I finally leave.

            As I stumble through the ruins of this newly formed graveyard my body starts to shudder. The world around me melts as a torrent of tears finally cascade down my dirt strewn cheeks. As the world slowly comes back I notice a form in the edge of my vision. I start towards it, my legs slowed with lead like numbness, but then I break into a gallop, a feeling of dread coming over me. That song, that curse, has integrated itself into my bones, its raw power once again flowing through me. I desperately try to regain control as I speed towards my prey. As I draw near, the figure, a woman, turns. Upon her face a crescent smile is drawn, beneath which lies the truth. My pace quickens as I realize this elegant, beautiful woman; this demonic witch is the cause of all this suffering that lies in my wake. The key to my curse. This irrational logic fills my mind and tells me that if I end her life, my curse too, will end. I know, however that I cannot, I will not get the chance for this woman will be my undoing. Though I know this is the end I continue to tear towards her, my body thirsty for her shed blood. As I see the quick silver flash of her saber I drop to my knees, the steel rod protruding from my chest. The world starts to darken around me, and yet I smile, for finally, the curse will end.

Reviews

[Cousitarian]

Oogh, not the way I expected this certain fable to end, my friend. You have severely disappointed me... However, I suppose that "evil" must have a victory here or there. How would the world turn then, right? Nah, I'm more the person that enjoys to see the witch be put down by some champion or another. Nonetheless, bravo to you. This kept me tense, entranced, even surprised. I did spot ONE grammar error. Just one. Anyway, splendid. Well done.

[Eryn ♪]

Thank you. I must find that error now or it will kill me. And the woman is supposed to represent karma I think.

[Lucy Morningstar &heart..]

well done :D