Toxic

He left the bar too far too often,
snowflakes melt and he soon felt forgotten.
False misery grieved he believed he gotten,
reminded of it pour us sore molten.

He saw your face a sad glace tonight,
reflecting a real too surreal to be right.
Scent of a drunk too sunk to be bright,
went insane with a bane of cigar delight.

He did not seem to beam my emotions,
putting aside his pride his tension.
Did not realize my bite-size frustration,
turned them into a real deal exaggeration.

Christmas Wishes

She went jolly in her state of mind,
even though she was blind,
happiness just wanted her to find.
And she always kept in remind
that no flaws shall make her rewind.

She went to her farm for a while,
which went a mile;
she just wished to be named Kyle,
not a person of vile,
just really wanting a smile.

She bent and took a handful of snow,
sparkling young glow,
from the paddy field she sow,
and molded them until they grow
into a spherical white dough,
and she knew she was slow,
but her enthusiasm wasn't low.

A cute little snowman she formed,
a little different from the norm,
a little bit way too deformed,
but she felt no need to storm.

As her ears caught on with bells
jingling from the middle of the city shell,
probably from a tree it spelled.
Her joyfulness soon swelled,
as she followed her tell.

Her world was a pitch black discovery,
and she saw no scenery,
felt no greenery,
as her parents were of evil sorcery,
restricting her freedom to their machinery.

So she embarked on an adventure,
to meet up with the lure,
so maybe her scars will cure,
and she will remain pure.

But the road was beyond tough,
as she fell and her knees went rough
due to being scuffed,
and she nearly called it a bluff.

She indeed lost her direction,
and thought it was deception,
came to light an inception,
as she felt heartwarming salvation.

"Oh young lady of purity,
you placed yourself in insecurity.
Would you like me, the guider of humanity
to bring you forth to the bell jingling tree?"
And she smiled, best of her ability.

He held her hand with full of warmness,
into the wilderness,
forest where man couldn't harness.
Along the way she felt his kindness,
and she went up to question his prowess,
"Hey mister, are you Santa in redness?
My parents said he was indeed generous."

As she ended her question of curiosity,
she realized she was, yes in the city.
Right in front she felt a huge tree,
with ever-changing lights she couldn't see,
yet just by touching the leaves she felt free,
in the middle of the night she finally felt glee.

"How on earth did she get here?" she heard,
"But she's a blind young girl!" were words,
But an unknown voice filtered out the herd,
"Her own heart guided her like a free bird."

As Christmas carols drowned the chatter of might,
she felt at ease with the tree in her sight.
She was thankful that her wishes did smile bright,
to prove that even she deserved to be right,
and finally had a wonderful Christmas night.

Tyrant Eliza Chapter 1 (Revised 2013)

1- The Night

She was too real; a fantasy she was not. Her feminine, smooth, silk-like skin of fragility seemingly pierced through the darkness which made up the entire confined bedroom. Compromising was not an option. Although her service was a paid one, she insisted on using her own unorthodox, slightly uncomfortable method; but it didn’t bother me much, as I waved her black glossy hair with my long, pointy, malnourished fingers; it was titillating, which enthralled my senses. I was a satisfied man. My left hand steadily slid down her very naked, yet very uniformly polished back, which excited her till no end, as she pleaded for more. Oh damn, was I cheated? How dare her—bastard! I deliberately used my untrimmed fingernails and scratched her back vertically upwards, leaving a light yet visible scar on it. I could sense that she wasn’t too pleased.

“I paid for it!” I allowed her hair to waterfall through the gaps between my fingers and forcefully clenched it into a cold hard fist; she wailed a rather sorrowful cry of pain, and I loved it. She deserved it. Gosh. She soon recovered from it and fixated her cyan pupils onto my own, and at that very moment, her heart seemed to be filled with innocence, I could sense it. I sense everything; I also sense nothing. She redirected my sight to her delightfully tiny pinkish lips.

“Kiss me.” She commanded; my heart stopped for a second, just one. I was again satisfied, so I did as told; our crimson lips slowly brought together by the mysterious force of instinct, as I indulged myself in the heavenly feeling of such an intimate action, my soul drowned in an undeniable state of guilty pleasure, and it was a lovely feeling. I loved it. I did not feel conned, as she finally surrendered herself to me. She was mine. I stared at her tranquil pupils one more time, but things went awfully haywire; chaos; madness.

“Get the hell away from me!” I hastily grabbed a long black hairpin. It was hers; she left it on top of a drawer beside our king-sized bed. Oh I was a lucky man; the hairpin contained a very sharp and very dangerous edge, very interesting. I vehemently punched her right temple, causing it to swell so much it turned into a red bomb which is about to detonate any second. It punctured. She let out a pitch higher than scratching a glassy surface, which lacerated right into my feeble eardrums; I could not take it anymore—she was irritating me so much I wished I’d die, so I pressed both palms onto her head rigidly and summersaulted her off the bed and onto the icy marbled floor. I then got off the opposite side of the bed and glanced at both of my hands. I was shocked. I was paralyzed. I refused to believe myself.

My hands!

They were severely deformed; twenty or so fingers protruding from various locations, with their fleshes and bones exposed; probably leaving the mightiest of all—air itself horrified at its sight; incomparable to horror movies, as it was pure reality. Such ugliness is intolerable, yet I felt no pain. Oh, and my left thumb was missing; was it chopped off? Did she bite it off? I wasn’t sure. But what the hell, a thumb is a useless piece of shit. Shit I say, S H I T.

It was inside that useless piece of shit—the woman. I saw it—my thumb sticking through her right eye socket, which somehow didn’t contain an eyeball. Shit. Shit. Shit. She firmed her right hand onto the bed and slowly lifted herself upwards. Something was amiss. She stared at me; her eyes watery—no, they weren’t. She didn’t have eyes other than two of my thumbs. Oh there goes my right thumb. Her mouth leaking out fresh red blood, and her nose wrinkled to the point where it seemed somewhat decomposed. She was pitiful. She was begging me to stop assaulting her with blunt weapons, although I couldn’t hear her well. I confess; her charisma started to infect my soul.

“I-I’m sorry, but I didn’t mean to-“

EEARGH!

She leaped onto me and pushed me to the ground; she followed. All her limbs were pressing down on my own limbs, symmetrically, just that I’m a handsome man and she’s an ugly witch. My right arm was a free arm, as she was missing hers, in place of it was a waterfall of blood. Blood. She was no longer a woman, but a monster with a mouth full of white fangs, seemingly cracked, yet there were like thirty of them; her seemingly bleached hair was too long, it barely came into contact with the ground; her cheeks weren’t cheeks, they were holes, as if they were drilled into. She was beautiful, I think. I’m crazy. She lashed out her serpent-esque tongue right into my shrieking mouth, which effortlessly went through the back of my throat. I lost my ability to breathe properly. I didn’t want to die. I focused. I could not die, simply because I could never die.

As I tried to regain my sanity (which failed), I sensed it—a pen touching the tip of my right middle finger, so I tried to grab it, but her disgusting tongue. It is annoying. I didn’t feel pain, just annoyed; it restricted my movements. One wrong move and my throat will be sliced in half. Why? Simple; her tongue was essentially a retractable sword. Ah how amazing it felt to have adrenaline gushing through my veins; I stretched my right arm to its limit, to the point that I might’ve torn a few strands of muscles. Why? Because I could. My extremely bare back was sweaty, as I was exhausted. I repeat; I wasn’t in pain; pain was nonexistent. But I saw it. A walking arm; her right arm in fact; it was severed with its bone protruding out of its green slimy wound. Green.

Its razor-sharp nails casually cleaved my right palm into three pieces; the pain was nigh unbearable. I cried, but not because I felt pain; I feel no pain; I just loathe ugliness, and my hand was somehow uglified, if there’s such a term. I had enough; with the newfound strength of a colossus, I delivered a sudden knee to her skinless abdomen. I was fortunate, and always am. She loosened her grip. I ripped her hand of my palm and stabbed the wild, untamable fingers right through her left eye (it was my thumb, but who cares), which probably dealt enough pain to her. She hastily retracted her tongue and flinched backwards, before lying flat on the marbled floor, star-formation. She panted too heavily, like a wild DOG that ran three thousand miles. I did not retaliate, and instead chose to sit back and lick my wounds—I mean ugliness. Whatever.

“Shadow!” I didn’t remember leaving my bedroom door unlocked. Yes, it was an insanely breakable wooden door, but my mother of all people should know better. I stared bewilderedly as she barged into my personal space and witnessed one hell of a mess. She saw me, naked, very naked. Well, I might be twenty, but my family is against premarital sex. I was in a total loss of words.

“Are you changing clothes?” Awkward.

“Uhh, well, yeah.” I tried to shoo her away, but she just stood there like a scarecrow waiting for the day when pigs fly, or when crows stop shitting.

“Son, you are so naked. Please wear some clothes, even though you’re in your room; unless you’re my husband who died twenty years ago, who had the best naked body in the world. If you really love being naked, at least lock your shitty door.”

BUT I LOCKED IT. ASSHOLE MOTHER.

Oh. I think I saw her—E(1ZA Marinette, the prostitute that I hired earlier, which somehow turned into a stupid witch. Her legs went over my mother’s naked shoulders (she was wearing a singlet), somewhat similar to a piggyback ride; her edgy nails seemingly piercing through the neck she was gripping onto.

Is this a dream?

She left—they left. I quickly put on a rather formal set of clothes; a blue buttoned shirt, black jeans and some old socks. I was anew. I checked my watch.

“Nope, ain’t a shitty dream.” My watch displayed the time accurately, unlike in stereotypical dreams where they would be distorted or so; maybe something like “932As:D” instead of “E(1ZA”. I remained calm. The explanation is simple—I had hallucinations; if it isn’t clear enough to you readers, I suffer from schizophrenia, a condition that somehow blends reality and fantasy together. But what about the bleeding wound on my neck? The witch wasn’t real, or was she?

“Shadow Vegas, we have a visitor!” I hurried down to the rather dimly-lit living room where I saw our guest, our rather familiar looking female guest. I vomited.

“Hi, my name is E(1ZA Marinette. Nice to meet you Shadow.” She smiled; I live an awesome life.

Damn.

Reincarnation Chapter 4

4- Awakening

(1)
(2)
(3)

Weapons were considered as the most ancient war tools all the way since humans’ greed started to accelerate all the way to its pinnacle. With that in mind, it was without doubt, obvious that weapon became part of a warrior’s life. Descendants of the three clans began infusing part of their souls into a certain weapon which resembled their abilities the most. And the weapon will follow them even if they died and their original souls left the body, all the way until the lost souls found a new host.

***

“Well, don’t forget your scythe next time, Shadow.” Slitzh smirked while handing over the aforementioned weapon to me. I was a little surprised.

“You broke into my house?” It didn’t matter if he actually broke in or not, as he literally saved me from a monster. He shrugged his shoulders, and turned around to stare at a huge picture of a gargoyle hanging on the bedroom’s wall. Seriously, who could sleep with a picture of that right in front of one’s bed?

“Nah, not really, our fight kinda dragged all the way to the Wyvern neighbourhood, and he hammered your house a little, really just a little. I saw this and I simply took it.” He seemed a little guilty, but I didn’t blame him though. That house was useless to me anyway.

“No family?”

“My mom passed away after the souls in her collapsed, dad went to somewhere which I’m not sure of, and my sis got kidnapped by some thugs I guess…” I held my right hip using my right hand, leaving my left hand free to move, acting lazily as usual. I was used to being asked these kinds of questions, but the crack on my heart did worsen after every similar question is asked.

“Oh, one thing Shadow, this is your bedroom, the grandest and most luxurious room you’ll ever come across in this castle. Be proud of it.” He seemed rather gleeful while stating that, and I couldn’t read his mind. But I was dumbfounded; well the room wasn’t the filthiest or clumpiest to spend the night in, but with a nightmare-inducing picture in front, a dim yet unbalanced chandelier hanging from above, a small fireplace to the right of the blood-coloured queen bed, and a wooden rectangular table to the left, slightly lit with the help of a small candle, it certainly was the scariest place to live in. But whatever, it’s not like my destroyed house was any less scary.

“So, do you wanna explore the Wyvern Castle? It’s real easy to get lost you know.” Belle walked into the bedroom ever-so-silently. She placed her hands behind her back and looked up at me with a smile, seemingly able to charm a live killer whale. Being a feet taller than her, I placed my left palm on her head and pressed it down slightly.

“Shorty.” I smiled, and she punched me at the abdomen, it hurt a lot.

“Grrr...”

***

The Wyvern Castle’s exterior was probably made by the most insanely useless designers to ever exist, but its interior was the pinnacle of pure artistic brilliance. Outside the bedroom, which was a long futuristic hallway flooded with automatic doors, moving floors, random switches and buttons which did nothing other than summon a self-destructing gargoyle-shaped robot, switches and buttons which really did nothing, and scintillating neon lights, as if they were to explode any moment. Totally contrast to the rather eerie old-fashioned setting of my bedroom.

“Why didn’t Slitzh force me into this clan in the first place?” I asked with full of curiosity. I knew well enough that Slitzh would’ve knew about Ryzen’s soul choosing my body, but for ten years he didn’t make a move until recently. Children up to the age of seven were unable to be chosen as a host for the reincarnated souls, which meant that some innocent seven-year-olds would lose control of their sanity once their reached the age and died in the most gruesome manner, such pity.

“Well did you remember how Slitzh fought with that guy?” Belle casually walked to a closed metallic door and I followed her, not knowing what to answer. She pressed her tiny little thumb onto the fingerprint scanner, which the security system failed to detect. Almost immediately, the alarm system went off, and my eardrums nearly burst. Soon it stopped and the door opened, and when I observed the scanner, it seemed to be sliced into half, with the other half lying on the steel ground.

“Sorry, but the Wyvern Castle’s technology is a little bit… outdated I guess, haha.” She sheathed her sword, and my mouth nearly dropped. The first thing I noticed about the room was its silence, which was rather unusual as literally everywhere in the castle was filled with random noises coming out of nowhere. There were people in black robes lying down on glowing beds, probably sleeping I guess. But with purple lights scattered everywhere, the nightmarish feel of the room and the occasional blood splattered on the black tiled floor, it certainly looked more like a torture room than a huge dormitory or a surgery room. Then, I remembered something.

“What is this?”

“It’s the awakening process. It’s basically combining all the souls in one’s body into a single unit, thus enabling the body to harness only the best of each soul.” She whispered while I tried to form its image in my mind, somehow I felt that my mind could not comprehend with the myriad of happenings which occurred those three days; the destruction of a city, getting chased by some leader of a stupid clan, and the fact that there was more to the reincarnation process than I formerly thought.

“We won’t be awakening our true powers yet though, because we need to prepare, and it’s gonna take a while.” She turned around, walked and stood beside me whose burden was lifted a little, at least I knew that I could still try and stop the war without any more bloodshed. I was a little too ambitious. Belle poked my right cheek.

“And if you’re thinking of stopping the war without bloodshed, well forget it. Sky and Zariot, along with their original souls, are the most zealous people on earth, and they wouldn’t want to give up on their dreams just like that.”

Oh, and Zariot Crimsonheart was the leader of the Falcon Clan, just in case I forgot to mention.

***

“What are you, picking on people weaker than you? Don’t you know shame?” I remembered that incident as clear as day; Slitzh suddenly emerged out of nowhere and landed on the road below. After recovering from the fall, he brushed off the dust on his black singlet. His words brought the rampaging Sky to a halt, and I let out a breath of relief. Sky turned around almost instantly, revealing his scruffy looks to the blood-manipulating old man.

“Heh, if you don’t force them, no one will, chum.” He tightened his grip on the giant golden hammer, which head was already larger than the holder himself. He grinned, showing off his surprisingly polished teeth.

“Their souls aren’t ready yet?”

“It’ll take a while, sorry to disappoint you. But at least you can face me right?” Apparently the scars on both of his forearms were his “weapons”, and they grew longer, to the point that it stretched from his shoulders to his palms. His eyes glowed crimson red, and gargoyle wings sprouted from his back.

“I’ve never done this in a while, feels good to be strong again.” Multiple sharp bloody protrusions emerged from the elongated scars, all of them curved in a way that they were pointing upwards. Sky remained very calm.

“To achieve this power, all of the souls, original or not, needed to be in sync with one another, and both of my souls agreed to continue this war. Now, let’s end this, Sky.”

Suddenly I felt a strong grip on both of my shoulders. I wasn’t sure, but Slitzh probably told the gargoyles to drag me and Belle back to the castle. I initially struggled, wanting to see the fight between two of the strongest men. But I soon understood the danger of the fight when a huge gargoyle made of blood was summoned to the scene to shield the city from what I think were huge, flying rocks, thousands of them.

LP

And you're sure you're hurt in a way that no one will ever know, but someday the weight of the world will give you the strength to go. - Robot Boy

Do you feel cold and lost in desperation? You build up hope but failures all you've known. Remember all the sadness and frustration, and let it go. - Iridescent

When life leaves us blind, love keeps us kind. - The Messenger

All I wanna do is trade this life for something new, holding on to what I haven't got.- Waiting For The End

Everything falls apart, even the people who never frown eventually break down. - Pushing Me Away

Trying to be genuine was harder than it seemed, and somehow I got caught in between. - In Between

Sometimes solutions aren't so simple, sometimes goodbye's the only way. - Shadow of the Day

Everybody has a face that they hold inside, a face that awakes when they close their eyes, a face that watches every time they lie, a face that laughs every time they fall, and watches everything. - Papercut

There's truth in your lies, doubt in your faith, what you've build you lay to waste. - In Pieces

I'm swimming in the smokes of bridges I have burned, so don't apologize, I'm losing what I don't deserve. - Burning in the Skies

I've tried so hard and got so far, but in the end it doesn't even matter. - In The End

I am a little bit insecure, a little unconfident, cause you don't understand I do what I can, but sometimes I don't make sense.- Faint

Once you got a theory of how a thing works, everybody wants the next thing to be just like the first. - When They Come For Me

You love the way I look at you, while taking pleasure in the awful things you put me through. - Points of Authority

Don't you know I can't tell you how to make it go? No matter what I do, how hard I try, I can't seem to convince myself why, I'm stuck on the outside. - By Myself

All I wanted to do is be more like me, and be less like you. - Numb

So come down far below, we've been waiting to collect what you've let go. - Blackout

I don't want to be the one the battles always choose, cause inside I realize that I'm the one confused. - Breaking the Habit

All you've ever wanted was someone to truly look up to you, and six feet underwater, I do. - The Little Things Give You Away

Sometimes I feel like a prophet, misunderstood under the gun like a new disease. - High Voltage

I just wish that I didn't feel like there was something I missed. - My December

Reincarnation Chapter 3

(1)
(2)

3- Originality

Three days has gone by since the destruction of West Silvereign City, home to the Falcon Clan. Hundreds of lives perished without a need of explanation, and it was evident that the ongoing war has just begun. With that, the people couldn’t be blamed for absorbing souls of the dead or the sacrificed for their mystical powers; they just wanted to prevent their own souls being devoured by the stronger and greedier ones.

Wyvern City is home to the Gargoyle Clan, and Angelion City is home to the third clan, the Taurus. Yet, the rulers of the clans became more lenient in allowing members of other clans to freely wander around their cities, provided their bases were stood clear of.

Because they had given up accidentally killing their own people just to wipe out the trespassers, it actually caused fifty percent of all deaths which occurred last five years.

***

Wyvern City, such a modernized imagination of what would be a city of cyborgs implanted with souls of the dead. But due to arson attacks by the Taurus Clan, well, the revolutionary project just crumbled like that, and the people eventually gave up. They focused on absorbing wandering souls and improving their own fighting prowess instead, thus Wyvern became more of a “village” compared to the other two sovereign cities.

I leaned against the black concrete wall outside some unknown shop, sipping on a plastic cup of nice old coffee; my free hand whipping out the trusty little phone that I bought three months ago. I pointed it towards a random passerby and the phone eventually made a rather soft beep sound. I looked at the screen.

“72 souls, interesting.” People whose body contained many souls had a very much higher risk of losing bodily control and will soon succumb to the hazardous effects. Well, I couldn’t imagine how could they retain their sanity when I myself, who contained only a mere two souls, nearly destroyed an entire army. I pointed my phone to a masked person, and stared at the screen.

*whoosh* I was this close to being struck on the head by a gigantic metal hammer. Still in bending position, I inserted my phone back into my jeans’ side pocket before firing out a ball of concentrated dark energy right towards the masked attacker. It hit him, but it seemed that he felt no pain. He slammed his huge hammer down onto the road, hard. It caused an earthquake-esque shockwave which I effortlessly dodged, and soon a massive tower of earth rock emerged, piercing through the shop that I leaned on.

Realizing that I was overpowered by some masqueraded freak whose muscles seemingly weighed more than an elephant, I quickly ran down the sidewalk while pushing those humanoid obstacles aside. Well I did get scolded at once or twice, but they all were mauled to death by some twenty-ton hammer anyway.

“Earth, that guy manipulates rock to his desire, oh how frightening.” I was apathetic towards his rather boring powers. I turned my head around, catching a slight glimpse of the raging madman, while charging up my powers and fired three shots of pure darkness directly onto his torso. It did stain his white shirt a little, but it didn’t manage to injure his rock-solid body. He grew mad, really mad. He charged faster, ignoring civilians as he just rammed through them, causing them to fly at least fifteen feet back. He didn’t mind grabbing citizens and throwing them towards me, and my swiftness allowed me to avoid it really easily. It was more like an insult than an attempted attack.

“But really, what is that guy? He didn’t absorb too many souls…” People with a low soul count were usually weaker and deemed useless, as souls lost most of their powers before entering one’s body, unless that particular soul was one of the “original souls”, souls which hadn’t been passed around to more than two people. My two souls were original, which explained why I was able to survive an army assault with just two souls.

I continued firing shots without taking notice of my continuously draining energy, in hope to shoot off his mask and reveal his wretched identity, but my accuracy was far from a skilled marksman. So I just kept running while evading all the random people and objects he threw at me, praying that someone of equal power to him may come and save the day. Oh what was I thinking, his souls were original too, and there were only a handful of people with them.

“Belle Marinette.” I saw her, my best friend for nearly five years. She too, had an original soul, and like me, she only contained two souls. I called out to her but she was too busy staring at the “hot” waiter working in some restaurant, so I just fired a weak shot right towards her. Without leaving any trace, she just disappeared out of sight, and suddenly emerged beside me, slowing down to match my pace.

“Idiot! I know there is some weird fat guy rummaging through the city, but I can outrun him you know.” She presented to me her signature frown look, which was way too cute to take seriously. She sprinted forward even faster, before suddenly disappearing again, and soon she continued running beside me again, the sword she carried behind her back then drenched in blood.

“Ahaha, his body is a little strong I guess, but I did manage to cut him.” I turned around and saw a long, deep cut stretching diagonally from the attacker’s right shoulder to his left hip, and it was bleeding profusely. Ah, how I wish I could have her power and be able to move as fast as light, but really, manipulating darkness was all I needed.

“Damn, you’re strong.” I scratched my head and laughed a little before leaping onto the top of a traffic light, before leaping to the top of a rather short building, Belle followed me. I released a cloud of darkness at the T-junction about ten feet in front of the madman, I thought that with his running momentum, he wouldn’t be able to stop in time and would melt when he touch the dark cloud.

He ran through it without even attempting to stop, which he only done so right after he passed the mist of darkness. He barely suffered any injuries, other than his mask melting into liquid, revealing his face. And it was said that people with only two souls were descendants of one of the three clans.

He had only two souls, just like me and Belle. And I was definite on whom that guy was, but I couldn’t believe it, why would he show himself in plain sight?

“Should we head back to HQ?” Belle smiled and took out her uniquely carved sword before revealing her gargoyle wings, ready to escape from the scene.

“We wouldn’t be the direct descendants of the Gargoyle Clan if we ran away do we?” I combed her hair slightly and gave her a smirk, before focusing my eyes on the leader of the Taurus Clan, Sky Frostwing.

“Oh damn, this is gonna be tough.”

Reincarnation Chapter 2 (9/12/11)

(1)

2- Fear

Reactions of the enemies were mixed, some were in a state of utter shock, and some were expecting it as I hid myself among the shadows of midnight. All the bullets were devoured by the force of darkness, gone forever.

“Where is he?” Such distressing voice he had, he seemed to panic when all hope was drained from his soul. And he did the correct thing, because I instill fear in people. That was what I do.

I just lost my humanity.

I emerged from the center of the group and delivered a vehement punch right to the panicked soldier’s face, using my devastated right fist. Shockwaves of pure darkness were unleashed from the hit, inflicting severe damage onto everyone nearby. And well, the guy I punched died from a heart attack, not due to the initial punch. I frightened him to death, and I was proud of it.

I punched the ground, easily breaking the floor apart, while the resulting shockwave was busy sending numerous soldiers flying uncontrollably backwards, with some falling off the humungous fifty-storey building. I spared no mortals, as the unrelenting soul inside me slowly grasped my sanity, and I couldn’t do anything.

“You won’t get away this time, useless piece of crap!” My instincts allowed me to sense the myriad of war copters behind me, all too ready to annihilate me into oblivion. The previous brawl between me and the army crippled my right arm further, to the point which a single push could dislocate its fragile bones. I grew anxious, but the force inside me did not back down, instead it grew stronger, fiercer, inversely proportional to the injuries I suffered.

“I don’t condone violence, but I’ll not hesitate to do so.” I turned around and fired a dark shockwave towards the forty-or-so helicopters, but it only managed to destroy one. And the outcome wasn’t good. No it wasn’t.

I used up all my remaining energy, as the soul inside me slowly died out. I kneeled downwards using a single knee, with my other leg supporting me. I was going to die.

“Sorry, but I’m the culprit.” An elderly man with long ivory hair landed in front of me, still in squatting position due to the massive falling impact. He was wearing a ragged hoodie made of some low quality cloth, just like a beggar. His face could not be conceived, as it was smothered by his flowing hair. Fresh blood was gushing out of his forearms. No, his entire body was drenched in blood, but the only visible scars were the ones on the aforementioned forearms.

“Catch me, idiots. We control this town.” Just then, the blood from his arms solidified into what would be a blood blade, as he lunged forwards, lacerating the flying vehicles into two or four, before landing back onto the ground.

It all took three seconds, his power was absolute.

He turned towards me, placed his right hand onto the middle of his hoodie, grabbed it and forcefully removed it, before throwing it to some random place. Yeah, he tried too hard to look cool, but I was apathetic.

“You destroyed this city?” I calmly stood up, as the soul inside me slowly recovered.

“Hmm, maybe. You mean, we destroyed this city?” He smirked while crossing his arms.

“I’m Shadow Vegas, and you will pay for your lies. Now die.” I leaped forward as dark energy gathered around my right clenched fist. I wanted to end this.

“Oh really?” He simply raised his left hand up, using his left palm to effectively block the punch that I was going to deliver. He smiled, and I was not amused.

“I’m Slitzh Manseus, one of the founders of the Gargoyle Clan. Don’t you remember who you were?” He located his right fist in front of my abdomen, as it was covered with his own blood.

“You were one of the founders of reincarnation. And you caused all this. Is that amnesia you having there?” He unleashed a burst of blood right from his fist, and it was at point blank range, so it caused me to fly twenty feet backwards before falling back first on the ground. Just three more feet and I would’ve pummeled down the building.

“Oh gee, I’m terribly sorry, Ryzen Hastewind, but I’ve injured the body that you chose. But he is still in one piece, which is a spectacular thing, master.”

“Shut up.” I stood up almost immediately, unwilling to back down from a decent fight. I knew the soul inside me was those of Ryzen Hastewind, founder of one of the strongest of the three clans and one of the four founders of the aforementioned forbidden art, but it didn’t matter, because I was determined to bring this war to a complete halt.

“Your powers allowed you to manipulate your own blood right? I can see that.” I started to calm down as my own soul took over of my body again. He nodded his head while giving out a rather devilish smile.

“Really, I have no interest in forcing you to rejoin our clan, but if things go out of control, you know where to find us. Don’t go near Silvereign anymore, the Falcon Clan people may annihilate you.” He hastily turned around and fired three streams of blood towards what would be a group of men with oversized falcon wings flying towards us. And well, they all died.

“See that? Oh wait, I sense another group.” He turned his head to the right and stared at the hordes of the Falcon Clan army rampaging towards us.

“Stay here Shadow. We don’t want that soul of yours stolen right?” He surrounded me with a barrier made of blood before taking off to eradicate the army, all by himself.

It was a weak army, and its numbers were few. It was over in a matter of seconds.

“Run back to Wyvern City! You’ll be healed by the members of our clan there!” Slitzh shouted before focusing his attention on another batch of army.

He earned my respect.

Reincarnation Chapter 1 (9/12/11)

1- Crisis

It was a time of nightmare, a time where sin and greed impeded the way of achieving salvation, a time where people only strived for revolution and not freedom of rights.

It was a time where people practiced the forbidden arts of reincarnation.

People were murdered for their souls, beasts were “sacrificed” for their souls as well, and by doing that, the souls’ hidden powers were unleashed. It may sound like some cliche fantasy plot, but it was true, back then in the year 2204.

***

The city was in ruins, the people all in despair; the only things left in sight were bloodshed, remorse and tears. It was the most brutal attack delivered by an opposing force ever.

But the people were innocent, they only wanted peaceful lives, and what they faced was a burning inferno raging the busy streets of West Silvereign City. Skyscrapers tumbled over like a falling stack of cards, all too ready to crush anything and everything. Suffering children were trapped between layers of concrete debris; all wailing for fear that they may not see their guardians again.

Blood smothered the once polished streets. The entire stretch of pavement was literally covered with the crimson liquid, and the pungent smell of it worsened the horrendous condition of the survivors. Some of them were wailing in agony, some were praying for salvation, most just stuck close with their loved ones, dead or alive. Sirens of hope rang the ears of the victims, and it got louder. But it soon vanished as the Tower of Tavern collapsed. All hope was lost, and death awaited them.

A lone teenager, that was me, remained unharmed, not even a bruise. I stood above the firmest building, viewing the destroyed remains of the city, the people who just lost the will to live. My heart was without peace, as I knew the war would never end. The ongoing war between three clans of unmatched strength has done only the worst to revolutionize the world, contrary to what their followers said. And it was greed, and only greed which caused this.

I shook my head in disbelief while using the bloodied fingers of my right hand to rid my flowing tears of disappointment. I was flabbergasted.

Since when did I get injured? I felt excruciating pain, and hastily used my left hand to try and cover the wounded finger to prevent excessive blood loss. But I couldn’t handle it and let out a shriek, not because of the pain which I didn’t bother much, but because of the government’s reluctance to spare any victims. That moment, I saw the polluted faces of the city’s corrupted army exactly twenty feet in front of me, one of them wielding a rather long sniper with smoke coming out of the gun barrel.

“You are the only one uninjured in this city. And thus we officially declare you the prime suspect of this calamity. You shall be executed now.” Without hesitation, all the so-called ‘soldiers’ raised their guns ninety degrees upwards, ready to exterminate the only standing one. They were filled with sins, and yet they did not give a damn.

I clenched my left fist in extreme anger, as my right palm cease to function. The bullets were poisonous, which were new at the time. If I didn’t seek treatment soon I will eventually die, and my death will go unnoticed by anyone except the army. The north eastern winds blew without vain, effectively brushing my dark brown hair backwards, revealing my unique indigo-colored eyes to the battle-equipped men, which startled them. I stared at those sinners with utter fury, wanting to kill each and every one of those bastards, but it was too late. The poison has spread through my entire right arm, which caused it to swell up, seemingly about to burst at any rate.

 “Bring it, scums!” I ignored my apparently numbed right shoulder and lifted my still usable left hand upwards, spreading my fingers apart, and placed my palm onto the detritus-filled ground. I’d guess it, they had enough.

“FIRE!!” Just at that moment, a storm of lead was raining down towards my direction. They were fast, accurate, all fired by the best snipers alive. But for me, they were nothing but mere rats hunting for innocent cheese.

The soul in me has reigned over my sanity.

My December

Sometimes I wished I could change my past a little, implanting a paradigm shift in my parent's mind to make them less overprotective. They cared for me a little too much, which may be a good thing for some of you. Not for me.

I didn't recognize friends, not even as a meager piece of importance. Well, that time, parents were all I needed. I loved them way too much that I was the happiest person in the world just being with them. They cared for me too much.

Most people started actively befriending people at the age of 7, when they start their first year of primary education. And thus, they started to embrace the real world where parents doesn't mean everything.

I only started realizing the importance of friends at 16. And it's only when I start to take initiative to make new friends, forge new relationships. It's too late in my opinion, really. I missed out 9 years. Damn.

And the answer which some people give? "It's not that hard." Well for you, it's easy as you're different from me. I didn't even attempt to socialize till this year, most of the times my classmates took the initiative to befriend me, and not vice versa. I didn't know, and probably will take a long time to learn how to properly socialize.

There was a guy who I knew since the first year in primary school, and even without chatting much, I called him my "best friend". I did not how to differentiate between true friends and idiots like him.

He dragged me into a little issue, told me not to tell anyone about it and a few weeks later framed me for being the sole criminal of that issue, with himself getting away scot-free. From my guess, he did it just to amuse himself, but obviously, that caused a deep scar in me, while he got all the fame.

And the effects of not being able to differentiate has taken a toll on me. I still trusted him as a friend, and I still kept the idea of him being "the only friend I'll ever need".

How I wish I could punch myself until I bleed to death. Maybe that will make me feel better about how sophomoric I was last time. My childhood was like total bullshit pulled out from the smelliest junkyard in the universe.

And now, I just wish I would be able to socialize more, and not be the one who just lie there and wait for people to forge bonds with me. I wish that I could mean something to my friends, even if it is a little, at least I can know that people appreciate my existence.

I feel lonely, really. Sometimes I really feel like having a real sibling by my side, so that I wouldn't be overprotected by my parents, so that I would learn how to be independent.

So that I would be more friendly.

"And I'd give it all away, just to have somewhere to go to. Give it all away, to have someone to come home to." - My December, Linkin Park

I'm a renegade.

TODAY. Yes today, is the second last day of my form four life. Really, things happened I guess, too many at once.

I'm lost.

Wait, what happened? What did I just do this year? What did I gain this year? What did I lost this year? There are literally myriads of questions lacerating my mind, anxiously waiting for myself to answer them.

And I couldn't, well for now.

I've experienced life in a whole new environment, went through heaps of adventures, various ups and downs, challenges, and a shifted mindset. All in eleven months.

I need a rest.

As my life is spent being the only child of a very protective family, I took much longer to grow up mentally, and my mindset was always of a child; throwing tantrums at random situations, not understanding various situations, and was a shy, cowardly boy. I didn't understand what are friends, and didn't appreciate them. I was just a video game nerd, and maybe a study nerd. I didn't understand life.

Even when they were right in front of me, my friends, I did not see or hear them as true friends, I did not understand them, I thought being alone was enough to sustain life.

2011.

It took me five months to realize that at least one true friend is required to be there for me, and eleven months for me to realize that all of them were, and still are always there for me. Which simply means that I just began to understand who and what friends are for, and learned to appreciate them.

EPC, the group that I'm part of, the group which consists of people from different background, with varying personalities, attitudes, and interests. They changed my life drastically, maturing my sophomoric mentality, and made me realize who I truly am.

But I executed a fatal mistake. I thought EPC was my life, and that I did not need anyone else.

I played the role of a renegade, a rebel, in my other group of friends, the group which was with me for two years and accepted me for who I am.

And I regretted.

"If ever I get there, it won't be fast enough. I'm a renegade, I always was." Renegade - Paramore

Chained II

There was once a chain null of pain,
and a chain full of pain,
both were not right,
both were not wrong,
both were chained to light,
both were chained for long.

There was once a rope of innocence,
full of diligence;
importance,
to one of the chains.
Thus it required help from the other chain,
to reduce the pain,
and gain
the other chain.

But both chains were blur,
which caused them to slur,
but one slurred more than the other,
when it is mentioned her,
and the chains were weak,
until they reached the peak.
Such tiny little tweaks.

At last, one was helpful,
in all the wrong ways;
and one was helpful,
in all the wrong ways.
The bonds were seperated,
as the helps resonated,
somehow fated.

Both needed support,
or they will resort
to distort.

And when such miserable happening occured,
both chains lost their land,
and failed to understand.
One was rubbed in mud,
like a withered rose bud.
One was rubbed in blood,
like a drastic flash flood.

The rope clung tighter onto a chain,
loosening the grip on the other chain.
But this time it chose the tighter chain,
and was unsure of the other chain.

And the rope was chained, forever.

Chained I

There was once a chain null of pain,
and a chain full of pain,
one prefer to face the rain,
embrace lightnings,
engage fighting
without running;
one prefer to avoid the blame,
avoid defame,
changing the same.

Both are without wrongs,
just like songs,
free to express,
depress.
They face duress
by people of wrongs,
without being wrong.
But the chains eventually bond
a relationship of fond.
And life continues for long.

But the chains are tightened,
then the chains are frightened,
and the chains are lightened,
without time to adapt.

The chains are on fire,
the chains are sure dire
for sly errs,
when the heat grew stronger,
wronger,
and lasted longer,
when a rope was connected,
and its soul collected.

Both are without sins,
just the urge to win,
both flames equally wild,
takes long to turn mild.

But both chose silence.

And when a flame smothers the other,
it shall enrage either,
the rope will choose neither,
but it clung onto both chains,
which are too fragile,
and it is not agile
to avoid the blaze,
and suffocated in the haze,
when it is without wrong.

The rope clung tighter onto a chain,
loosening the grip on the other chain,
but prefer the other chain,
over the chain it clung tighter.
But its life was in the grip
of the tighter chain,
just one trip,
and it will burn.

And the rope burned.

A Random Guy Named Red

in respect 2 some1 hu said me engrish pro, i will use bloken engrish in dis post. yay.

dis guy is named chuen hong, hu is a veli perasan guy. he itu org claim himself bnyk QQ n veli handsum. i duno la, bt he is quite frenly n veli veli bnyk random. lah.

i knw him sejak std 6 n he pd masa itu seorng pengawas. he itu veli lazy bt get 7A. i also bo faham. hw cum he so lucky? maybe he itu genius, i duno la. dun wan knw also.

den when i found out we sama sch, i veli happy. at least i ada fren yg boleh ketawa dgn saya. so dat i wun be so lonely. bt i think i in claz sit veli far away frm him. i oso duno y. i veli sad. aiya nvm lah, sudah over.

we didnt talk much for 2 yrs, i oso dunno y. v only jumpa in red hse. i oso dunno y. i dunno y i keep using i oso dunno y. ntg to do issit. haiz. i dunno y i ntg to do. exam lepas dy, oso ntg to do. i go study better.

den we meet in f4. i was liek, yay, ada org dat i knw. i so hapi. i masuk claz n i tengok him. i so hapi. but i no ghey, dun salah faham me. v bnyk chat at start of yr, n i bcum hapi person. hapi hapi hapi. i duno la.

den our claz ada few org mau form gang, panggil EPC. i bnyk hapi. ada new fren. can meet new ppl. so hapi.

den satu hari ch join EPC. i was liek wadafak. bt i veli hapi. ada kawan baik join EPC. kk story end. yay.

-------

Chuen Hong. Hah. The rather perasan guy who is well, awesome (at times) xD. Our history is explained in the award-winning masterpiece above, so yeah. Opinions time.

Mr. Red here is probably the most balanced person I've met in my life, which is a good thing. He's annoying at times, and harsh at times, went overboard at times, but he's still awesome.

And he's really, really a good person who is always there for me. A person who doesn't mind discussing personal issues, and gives good advices. Thanks for that xD

So yeah, I guess there ain't much to say now. I just wish we'll be besties forever. And remember what you said, "don't be the first ones to betray true friends". And I wish you won't be the first true friend to betray me, cause I know I won't. (:

- Grandma

Indecipherable

Try to see through my eyes,
young lies,
When you fake whatever bloody hell,
I am unsure,
you don't need to tell.

Do not understand me if you has zero ability,
For soul belonged to myself,
did not understand myself;
did not decipher himself
without authenticity.

Lost fate shall enthrall people who made malice.

Freedom is not freedom,
when it was not delivered wisdom,
from unwisdom;
people of boredom.

What will I shall deny,
is causing people to rely
on their wanting;
not relating to my heart,
like a burning dart.

Imbeciles of the past generation,
I hereby command
that thou shan't dignify your nation,
if you fail or refuse to reprimand.

Shivering Sage

Distancing himself from sources of what would be abuse,
Yours truly contain null fiction of the fame of use,
Definitive negative of ideas when composing such prose,
Bloodied devastation derived from crimson red of the rose.

Good morning, shall you remember me as a rather intelligent person,
Or what thou shall not be determined by no extreme reason?
Because zero comprehend my will and destiny, fear of bad session,
Whatever, pushing me aside without warning, shalt commit arson.

Mind me disappear from community a while longer before I implode?
And let me inspire the people I faced with the thousand golden horses I rode,
Or implore my inner karma to react passively when I build the Collosus of Rhodes,
Don't try and exploit such miniscule strength while I'm in such despair, about to explode.

And the shivers of such wild beast will tame the part who I am without understanding,
Rivers of fate shall seal the distorted item which I contain without a need of offending,
When I have decided, none shall attempt any changes or what people call goading,
Only then I will continue the path of wisdom, sagacity and end still standing.

Oh shivering sage, please grant me wisdom,
So I can endure the torture where no one but everyone is to blame,
Oh shivering sage, eliminate the kingdom,
That is trying to bring me down to a peasant who hast no name.

The Radiance

The north eastern winds blew with signs of impeding danger, and it grew stronger, swifter. Bells of the sovereign churches were heard ringing in tune of the earth's natural beat. Leaves glided freely, hastily, as the barren town was of filled with utmost poverty, people who were desperate to devour anything edible, or non-edible. Melodic, soulful singing of the choirs charmed the sins of the people.

"God, please save us!" A scruffy man with long, untidy hair screamed. He was full of sin, and so was his family, and everyone else. They were people of guilt, and light did not shine over them, for they were not forgiven by the outside world.

"We shall only burn inside the fire of a thousand suns, and no more shall be said." An elderly person has spoken. Their sins were never explained, but its radiance spread throughout the living world.

And only one did not sin as much as other sinners, but was accused of.

"You knew the world will not be the same, and yet you ran, far far away."

"Remember this, you are now a sinner, and you will always be one."

Those words scintillated inside the girl's heart, which was as fragile as a pearl, as pure as diamond. She did not commit guilt, yet people did not believe her. She resumed her running, as she had to get far, far away from the town of sin. Her dark, long yet smooth hair glided along the chilling wind, as she swam in the smokes of what would be an arson attack by the people of sin.

"I can't... No! I am innocent!!" She comforted herself, as she hastened her pace. Her eyes were then, soaked in sparkling tears. Tears which she did not create, and instead was forced onto her, and the tears did not worth her.

Her tears were wiped away by the polluted wind. And soon she was lost in the beating storm, only to appear again two hundred meters away, in a destroyed building. She cleaned her smooth face with the brown cloth which she wrapped onto her shoulders beforehand. She broke down, this time she couldn't control it.

The Bridge of Mercy was burned by people of her town, and she was to blame. Deaths of nearly a hundred people just happened, and thousands were severely injured.

"Don't apologize, I'm losing what I don't deserve..."

***

As he wandered into the forest in hope for some adventure, he seemed to notice a trail of smoke in the skies east of him, as if the skies were suffocating.

And thus he ran, he knew he had to help the people, as he was the general of an army, and he needed to show courage, to establish a pattern for his soldiers to follow.

He threw his camping bag at a rampaging tiger, just so that it wouldn't get in his way. But the tiger ran after him, even with its head drenched in its own blood.

"Try to catch up, mother****er!"

He gave up on being chased, and thus halted immediately. He lifted his bodybuilder's hand into the air, and gave the raging tiger a fierce, merciless, powerful punch full of vigor. The tiger died instantly. He was inhuman.

And then he was a girl, the same one who ran away from her town. She was with minimum sin, and he knew that.

"Sir... You are strong..." Her eyes dazed onto the man's bloodshot cyan pupils. Her hands clenched together, as if begging for hope or mercy.

"Can you... help me?" Her voice rang his heart, as he knew this girl was without much sin, but was from a place full of sin. She needed help. A lot of it.

"Of course, young lady. May I know your na-" Before he could finish, he felt a sudden warmness, a feeling he had never experienced before. The girl embraced him with the most comfortable action ever- his first hug. It was so tight he could barely breathe, but the fact of having someone trust him is more than enough to compensate that.

"Please, sir... Do not resent me, do not hate me, for I am innocent." She has spoken with such worried voice, as if chaos will arrive any moment.

And it did.

***

He crawled forward, dark red blood gushing out of the burst veins in his arms, his clothes were torn beyond recognition. He gasped, panted, coughed blood and went through the seven circles of hell before even able to move another inch.

And he saw her, sobbing pitifully in a shady corner, just forty-five degrees to the right of him. He mustered all his inner strength and stood up. Without reluctance, he ran forward before surrendering to his injuries and pummeled the rocky ground below.

"I am... so useless... sob.." The girl covered her eyes with both hands, as if she did not want the guy to see her fragility.

"It was a bomb, young lady."

"I know, and it was all because of me..." She replied while using both hands to adjust her fringes to the side, allowing clear view of her dark brown eyes.

"Always remember, the weight of the world will give you the strength to go." He said with a smirk on his tranquil face. His bent his back slightly while stretching his right hand forward, only wishing for his loved one to forget the past, and embrace the future.

"Bu-But... I will only cause... trouble. And I d-d-don't... wanna hurt you!" She was in a total dilemma, as she was a wanted person. But his eyes were without a tinge of sorrow or regret, just a glimmer of hope.

"I..." As she tried to continue, he wrapped both of his muscular arms around her fragile body, eliminating the inner demons and conflicts within her soul. He brought her to his chest, holding onto her even tighter than before.

"I will have no regrets, I promise."

***

Three years passed, and it went mostly well, with the girl leaving her town of sin and residing with the man, in a wooden house far, far away. In the town of En Agloria.

"Yawn~" She rubbed her eyes oh-too-casually, as she turned her body right and got out from the master bed. She went to the living room and simply fell on the sofa, as lazily as always.

"Ah, I wish he doesn't have to work, I'm bored all day." She took a sip from her cup of coffee before resumed her lazing.

"GET THE **** OUT!" Suddenly, three men in black broke down the house's weak wooden door, rushed in and nabbed her. She was given no mercy.

"Let... go of me!" She bit the hand of one of the men, which resulted in a loud, screeching scream. She delivered a forceful punch to his face, which broke his skull into several pieces. As he fell back, she spun a full circle to deliver a swift flying kick to the face of another man.

"Just die, sinner!" The remaining man pressed a button on his arm, instantly resulting in a huge explosion which set the wooden house on a raging inferno. The man, well obviously, perished. But the girl did not, as her strength of purity forbid her from dying.

"GAH!!"

"Somebody... HELP ME!!"

"Ugh..."

An hour passed, and she was still trapped inside the flames of hell. She would die at any moment, but she persisted. She was still a fine young lady, and had a lot to do on her waiting list.

"I... couldn't..." She laid on the detritus-filled ground, her limbs scorched by the heat and rendered unusable.  Her eyes were of pure sorrow, but this time she resisted her tears, for she did not want to feel weak. But she was born in a town of sin, and she was destined to face death in the hands of sin, it was only a natural cycle.

She lost the will to live.

She gave up.

She...

"And if you were to give up this easily, then you really are a sinner, darling." A voice was heard, right in front of her. But she could not decipher the shadow as the smoke was drowning the figure. But she was definite it was that someone.

That special someone...

"Heh. I just wish the oceans will bleed for ya, sweetheart. Cause you are worth more than I ever am." The shadow disappeared, and another explosion was noticed, replacing the mysterious shadow.

"NOOO!!!" She stood up while negating the pain she suffered for too long, her right arm trying to stop the profuse bleeding of her left shoulder. She shook her head in disbelief before running towards the source.

"Please, God... HELP US!!" Her eyes were filled with liquid of utter despair, as she ignored all obstacles while diving into the fiery remains of the explosion.

She found the meaning of life, what she lived for. And it was robbed from her.

***

The melodic sounds of piano played through the calm, tranquil atmosphere. Birds were heard chirping without any sign of calamity.

*Ding~* Her smooth, small fingers pressed down on the piano's keys without much force. She soon tuned them to a famous piece by Beethoven. Full of emotions she had, she only lacked one- happiness.

"Sob..." She stopped playing and placed both her palms onto her face, smothering them from the outside world. She couldn't understand why, and probably never will.

"Am I really worth sacrificing for?"

Just then she felt a hug from behind. The house was locked, so no thieves or kidnappers may enter. And the fact that she was forgotten as a girl from the sinful town crossed the fact that she might be hunted again.

She did not believe. She refused to believe.

 She smiled, for the first time.

The Radiance (Teaser 2)

And only one did not sin as much as other sinners, but was accused of.

"You knew the world will not be the same, and yet you ran, far far away."

"Remember this, you are now a sinner, and you will always be one."

Those words scintillated inside the girl's heart, which was as fragile as a pearl, as pure as diamond. She did not commit guilt, yet people did not believe her. She resumed her running, as she had to get far, far away from the town of sin. Her dark, long yet smooth hair glided along the chilling wind, as she swam in the smokes of what would be an arson attack by the people of sin.

The Radiance (Teaser 1)

"Always remember, the weight of the world will give you the strength to go." He said with a smirk on his tranquil face. His bent his back slightly while stretching his right hand forward, only wishing for his loved one to forget the past, and embrace the future.

"Bu-But... I will only cause... trouble. And I d-d-don't... wanna hurt you!" She was in a total dilemma, as she was a wanted person. But his eyes were without a tinge of sorrow or regret, just a glimmer of hope.

"I..." As she tried to continue, he wrapped both of his muscular arms around her fragile body, eliminating the inner demons and conflicts within her soul. He brought her to his chest, holding onto her even tighter than before.

"I will have no regrets, I promise."