In between - Ch.1 A Pending Tragedy

First I would like to say I have been a Buzzle reader for about a year now and because of the authors here and their stories I have been inspired to pick up the pen myself. So, I would like to thank all the authors here on Buzzle for their hard work.

Second, I never really liked English class, and so my skills in punctuation, grammar, spelling, etc could probably be better and I ask you all to bear with me through the early stages of my writing. Also, any criticism, advice, or just comments by anyone would be greatly appreciated in an attempt to further my writing skills.

Finally, My intentions for this chapter were to give you a little insight to the final moments in my story and to provide you with questions that will be answered as the story develops.

So without further delay i give you my creation:

In between - Ch.1 A Pending Tragedy

Here I am kneeling on the ground. My friend, brother in arms, mentor, teacher, and even father figure, is laying in my hands looking at me with a look of disbelief. He is now completely shattered. His body, heart, mind, and soul were dependent on my actions, and I have failed him. To make matters worse he is now going to die without knowing the truth about the events that have destroyed him. If only he knew what I know now, he would be able to rest in peace. Even as I watch him dying, powerless to stop the chain of events I have set in motion, I do not regret the path I have chosen. I only wish that I was stronger, and wiser, so that I could have prevented this from happening.

The part that I can not endure is that his death is on my hands. I am the one that killed him. I tried to stop myself. I knew what was happening, but I couldn't stop. I even smiled as the deathblow was delivered. I can feel his body giving into death now. He is looking at me... searching... for an answer that I know he can not find. For even I do not know the answer to the question he is asking me. Why?

"Your pathetic," the words escape my mouth, "and now you'll die knowing that there is no one that can stop me. What's priceless, is that you helped me obtain this power."
I bend down and whisper into his ear, "This is twice now."
A dark chuckle resonates out of my chest as I drop my friend on the ground like a worthless rag doll, turn, and walk away.

How could I have been so blind to not see this coming. I accepted this curse into myself completely without even thinking about the consequences. My body is not my own anymore. No one is safe if I can not control myself, especially now that there is no one that can oppose me. I must find a way to eradicate this curse from this world. I wish suicide was an answer, but there are still things I must do. Is a strong sense of justice, good morals, the knowledge of right and wrong, courage, and faith in one's self not strong enough to overcome any obstetrical? I refuse to believe that there is not hope. That I can not stop myself. That all the work I have done, along with everyone else's, was in vain.

Everyone is looking at me in horror now. As if I'm some dark demonic entity that will usher in their inevitable demise. Does it not matter that for about a year's worth of time, I've devoted all of my being to them? Everything I've done thus far was for them. I had led us to victory in this battle. There are dead bodies releasing into the air all around me. Yet even this meant nothing to them. One act of betrayal in their eye's has totally destroyed the trust that I have worked so hard to build.

"Can't you see what's going on!" I manage to yell out.
"Open you eyes to the truth!"

Their faces turn from horror to hate. Of course, they can't hear me. They are merely puppets on strings at the moment. As long as their eyes and ears remain shut they will not be able to find the truth. I can't blame them though, I was like them not to long ago. Blind, deaf, and oblivious to the atrocities happening all around me. Nothing comes for free. We should be more attuned to finding the prices of things that we are giving. At least more so, than the rest of our race yet to reach this stage in the cycle of life. Yet no one even bothers to ask questions, "What's the price of being chosen to live here". Now that I know the answer I can't allow it to continue.

I turn my attention now, to my love of this life. She too is standing there, shocked, to have seen me kill my friend. The look on her face is one that is a mixture of sorrow, fear, love, confusion, and loss. My intentions are to kill her next. I don't want to, but my body is walking towards her now. I promised her I would protect her from the darkness I thought I banished from here today, and now I must protect her from me. If I don't figure out how to free myself of this curse she will die. She knows what I'm going to do yet... she stands there, accepting what is to come. She believes in me. The sorrow, fear, confusion, and loss leave her face now, leaving only Love. Those around her flee in terror, leaving her to fend for herself. COWARDS!

This task would not have been given to me if he didn't think I could do it and now is the time to up the ante.

I must buy some time to figure this out.

"May grains of sand drop one by one. Hearts beat slow, save mine, to weather eternity alone. I walk with death, while life flows around me. Sacrifice one, to let another be free."
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Time slows down for me. Everyone's body is stuck in slow motion, including mine. Although my mind is working at its normal rate, my body is moving at a snail's pace.

The love on her face, though frozen, is a gift I will treasure while I'm here alone. Though my window of time to figure out how to break this curse has drastically opened up, it is still limited. I must hurry! Time is my most precious resource now. I guess the best way to find the answer is to start looking from the beginning of my journey.
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I complete my first step walking towards her with the desire to kill. I pray, I will have enough time.