Scars

Wednesday, October 25, 2006 to Sunday, November 5, 2006 at 7:10 PM

By cloud

Set in Sparta

WARNING! This story has MAJOR spoilers for the main story (the Scars that is separate from this). Actually, it’s basically the main story’s . . . story.

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Bold is for emphasis

Italics is for thoughts or telepathy

Example: “Innocent Sin Incarnate”

It means that the person is speaking "innocent", using telepathy for "sin" and is using telepathy, emphasizing, and speaking "incarnate".

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Prologue

I can’t move anymore. I really wish that I could heal faster, so that terrible blood scent will just go away, but it won’t, I know. I can feel the dull blade falling down, silently disturbing the air, uselessly attempting to hack through the last inches of bone I have left. The only thing I can feel is the pain that just explodes, and I’m cringing and crying and yelling and the blood beneath me is spreading further and further. My eyes are clenched so hard it seems like they’ll never open, and then I try to scream, but they won’t come. It doesn’t matter how hard I cry out, because it’s too late, and no matter how much I wanna scream “don’t give up on your life!” I know that they can’t save me, and that I can’t even save myself.

I can feel the anger and hate that’s just radiating off of all of these people. Even though we were the ones who betrayed them, how could they do this?How could any one of them withstand pain like this? Especially one given with such conviction. It makes me think that hate can’t be a feeling, that it must be tangible, because this is real.

I’m sorry, you don’t even know who I am, do you? My name is Akira, and please forgive me for being so calm, especially with the situation I’m caught up in. There’s nothing else for me to do, since I’ve already failed them. So, in the last few minutes that I have, these last few precious moments that I could just miraculously regenerate completely and give them another reason to hurt me again, I’d like for you to listen to my story.

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So, what’d you think? Yeah, yeah, I know. I haven’t updated in forever and I start a new story?!?! Well . . . technically, no. You see the date? It has a finish date on it, too . . . so there! This one is done, but it’s not a real story. It’s a school assignment, and the only chapter I liked was the very last one. But everything was like extremely rushed, so it’s not as good . . . that’s why I said I only liked the last chapter. And no, I’m not revising this and adding the much-needed extra chapters. Why? Because this story was so stressful, I don’t even like to think about editing it in any way. It’s . . . well, a nightmare. The grammar is pretty bad—especially the past and present and future tenses—I just got confused . . . so I just left it and turned it in. I regret that, I had so many mistakes . . . I’ll point them out in each chapter, maybe?

Well, I do hope that you’ll like this story—even though it’s a MAJOR (x100) spoiler for the main story (aka the Scars that is separate from this . . . since this is just an short story).

Hm, for the prologue, I hope that you like it. Actually, this is in the last chapter too . . . but I chopped it up a bit, so I should have changed this too, but I didn’t. I liked this part. A lot. Right, that’s all.

Thanks so much for reading. Review, please. Put me on your Author Alert/Story Alert. You know I don’t update much . . . but I’ll try to remember (haha) since this one is actually complete. I have seven chapters.

BTW, this is set in SPARTA, the Spartans that were a military-based civilization, you know? It’s not historically . . . set right. Like the dress and talk—it’s all in modern. The assignment was for telling how severe the civilization was in their whole “pain” things.

cloud