Fed up with it
Mar 6, 2012 19:44:16 GMT -5
Post by killz4food on Mar 6, 2012 19:44:16 GMT -5
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Damien was fed up. His whole world was falling apart. He was ready for a fight. HE didn't care if it killed him or not. He wanted everything to stop. The world hated him as did the fates, so why not test them. He drew his sword and made sure his knifes were still in his belt. He had killed a peace keeper to get the sword. One of the new ones was walking around with it.
With all his might he drew his arms back. Without hesitation he threw his arms forward, the sword cutting half way through a pine tree. The tree was a moderate size, about as thick as an average boy. Damien ripped the sword from the tree. He glared at the sap and snarled. He wasn't quite sure what to do with himself. If he killed himself off now there would be no resistance. But then he would be known as a coward. He wanted someone else to do it, that way he would look like he went down with a fight.
He would fight.
He shouted at the top of his lungs for the fates to come for him, send someone from the underworld or heavens to come and challenge him. He shouted once more, slamming his fist into his chest. He wasn't quite sure why he was doing this, but he knew it had something to do with the girl. She had hurt him. hurt him for someone who didn't even love her. It wasn't fair. But then again what was. There was nothing in this world that was fair at all, and he was fed up with it.
Damien was fed up. His whole world was falling apart. He was ready for a fight. HE didn't care if it killed him or not. He wanted everything to stop. The world hated him as did the fates, so why not test them. He drew his sword and made sure his knifes were still in his belt. He had killed a peace keeper to get the sword. One of the new ones was walking around with it.
With all his might he drew his arms back. Without hesitation he threw his arms forward, the sword cutting half way through a pine tree. The tree was a moderate size, about as thick as an average boy. Damien ripped the sword from the tree. He glared at the sap and snarled. He wasn't quite sure what to do with himself. If he killed himself off now there would be no resistance. But then he would be known as a coward. He wanted someone else to do it, that way he would look like he went down with a fight.
He would fight.
He shouted at the top of his lungs for the fates to come for him, send someone from the underworld or heavens to come and challenge him. He shouted once more, slamming his fist into his chest. He wasn't quite sure why he was doing this, but he knew it had something to do with the girl. She had hurt him. hurt him for someone who didn't even love her. It wasn't fair. But then again what was. There was nothing in this world that was fair at all, and he was fed up with it.