Shattered Soul and Heart

[Amari]

I didn't flinch when I felt the familiarity of his gloved hand around my neck. I closed my eyes and expected the burning sensation of being denied oxygen...

Nothing came.

Instead warmth tickled my cold body as his gloved hand danced across my shattered skin, resting on the tri-star mark he placed on me when we first met. He seemed...pensive? His body wasn't so rigid, nor were his movements reminiscent of practiced falsities. He asked if I remembered what he said... of course I did, he said he would take everything away - and he truly had. What else was left? I could barely hold onto a thought, I had no possessions to call my own, hell - he even had a vial that contained whatever pure humanity I may have had left.

I shut my eyes as I listened to him talk, his low velveteen voice rolling with wisps of uncertainty. He SpKE the truth, I was n̗̝̞̯̞ͬỏ̻̮�*̖͔̗t̫̳̝̞̤͆̔̽̄͋̓h̫̪͕͊�*̥̤͎i̘͙̣ͩ̂̿̌̔ͬ�* ̬̯n̆́̍̊͛̚g͔̼̺̒. My sole existence - and purpose was to kill, to leech life from everything I touch, and to protect him.


"I need you back. How can you protect me like this?"


Ba-dum

My heart suddenly felt heavy, as it beat hard against my chest. What the hell was that!?

Ba-dum

It hurt...my grip on him loosened. I leaned forward, hair spilling over bare shoulders as I inhaled sharply, shaking hands clutching at my chest. Fuck...Fuck....why did this hurt.

"I don't want to kill you...."


"-S-SHut up." I hissed through clenched teeth, these actions weren't exactly kind, nor were his words. Yet my entire body felt like it had just been set alight. "S-Shut up. ShUt Up SHUT UP!" I repeated, tears forming in scelera eyes. "QUIET!" He had long since fallen silent.


Why the hell was he saying these things now? Why - after a year was he finally showing some semblance of caring? Didn't he know I͍̞̺̱͎ͦ̂̇͛̉̅ͨ ͌͐w̜̫͂̄ȁ͙̮̗̲̆̓̂͑ŝͥ̒̽ͦͩ͗�*̪ ͍͖̳̳̙�*̳n̗̖̦̓͐͒̓̈̚�*o͖̳̤̦͉̓ͣ̆̍̿ͯt̹̥̻͖̂ḥ̖̼̙̄i͚̝͉̿n ̖̥̥̅̔̆̒͋gͧ̈́ͯͦ͋̃ͯ? Didn't he know that he H̺̞ͅE̱ͫͯ̌̎ ̜͚̳͈͋͊̚�*͕̗h̳͍ͦ͑̔̂ͤ͗ͤa͍͚̜̲͉͐̓̈͗̾̍̃A̯͗͛͐̀ͪ̽d͉ͧͅ ̣ͅ�* ͖͕̘̗̬͚͑͒ͮͮ͌̔c̅̅̈ͧr̽́͋̔e̘̹̮͎ͩ̆̃a͚̜̬̘͖̔̋ͦt̋ͩ�*�*̜̝e̋ ̖̥̹ͥ̌ͬ͌͊d̬̘͎̱̒͌̂ ͍̖̰̪͒ͯ́͑̇̓̆M̰̫̋̀̅ͅȄ̯͕̫͙̞͎̌ͬͩ͋?̫̩̤̝ͪͬ̑ͧ he WANTED this! He w͖͕̟̮̹͈̯Ḁ͖N̦T̯̼̹͎E�*̞�*͙D̘̩̹ͅ ̤͎̻͇T͇̦ͅͅH̜̪̣̖̯̩̗I͈̼̞͇̦̮S�*̦͉̺̜̗ I didn't WANT to go back! I don't! I̡ͩ ̇̍ͣ́D̷͗͋̍̅̃̓̂Oͫ͝N̾͛̄̀̅̌͌T̶̿̆ͤͫ!̽͘ If I had emotions again! I'd have nothing! I'd act on impulse! I'd feel all those horrid things! Pain, hurt. Bͥ̈́̽ͣͬe̵͒̊t͌̈͒̏̿̾ͩ͢r̸̈́̆ͬ͒̐̚a̋́y̡ͤãͮ�*͂ͨ̉ļ͌ h̙̣̩̤̟a͞t͡�*̣͓̖̬̹̙r̻͎̜e͙̮̰̱̼̦͚d. Why did he want that? WHy did he want that weak Existence again? Ị͙̮̀t̕ ͇̤͉̳d͔͇͖̮̫̲i̷̹̱͙̬̩͓d͕͉̪͇̻̞̮n͏'҉t̴̹̘͙̘̮̪ �*̩̫̲̻m̲͔�*̘ͅa̝͈͎̻̥k̦̖̖̗̪̱͜e̻̯̤̱̖͓͞ ̨s̱̬̩͙͙̟e̹n͚͢s͇͔͓e̱͙͙͎̦͝�*!̯̥̳ He didn't want to kill me? HA! He had killed me! o͕�*͉̫v̶̝͕͍͈̮e̢̙̬̜̰̬͓�*r̟͙ ̵̝͎̤͈̼͍̱a�*̻̼̺͔n͏̟̙͔̪̣d̻̗̪͞ ̷�*̣ơ͍̣̫̟v̧͕̼̘͕̳̻͉e͟ṟ̛͎͉̘ ̴͇̩a�*̝̩�*nd̳̝̜̫ͅ ͓̖͢ͅo̘̦̦͉͙̤͚v̡͉͓̗e͇̮̘r̶̻ �*̗̳̣̩�*a�*̦ṇ͡ͅd͙ͅ ̩͔͕͓ AND OVER AGAIN


sweat dripped from my head, and the room around me swayed with such veracity I felt as though I would vomit. The static in my head grew louder.


Please just let me be. ̰̞̟͟P̛̼͙͚͇̘̘̼l̜̙͎͔̻͉̼e̩̯̞̙̹̻a�*s̮͉̪̪͘e͈̥͈̩̤ ̷̣̮̰j̲̰͚̙u͙s͈̀ṭ̦͎ ̳̦̱l̴͖e̸͇͍t̷̜̯̤͉̖�* m̺̥̜͢�*̰e͔̦̺̱ ͖̪͍͓̝͔̮͡b�*̗̳ͅe̹.̺̟̙ ̢͈̰̯̹ͅ�* ͇̮͖̗͙̜ ̙̝͍̥̣P͙̙͍͖̬l̡̟̬̤ͅe͟a�*͍͎̹s�*̺̺̞̳͙e̺͚͕͍ ̜͍͈̩̣͈ju̖͖̫̲̥ͅs�*̮̝̝͕̪̝̥t͖̻̬͞ l͎̮͡ẹ̶͇͎̳̗̣ṯ̶̟̤̥̗ ͚me̩͔͚ ̸̳̱͔̜̣͔b̬͇͝é.̸ ̯̙̝͍̥̣P͙̙͍͖̬l̡̟̬̤ͅe͟a�*͍͎̹s�*̺̺̞̳͙e̺͚͕͍ ̜͍͈̩̣͈ju̖͖̫̲̥ͅs�*̮̝̝͕̪̝̥t͖̻̬͞ l͎̮͡ẹ̶͇͎̳̗̣ṯ̶̟̤̥̗ ͚me̩͔͚ ̸̳̱͔̜̣͔b̬͇͝é.̸ ̯̙̝͍̥̣P͙̙͍͖̬l̡̟̬̤ͅe͟a�*͍͎̹s�*̺̺̞̳͙e̺͚͕͍ ̜͍͈̩̣͈ju̖͖̫̲̥ͅs�*̮̝̝͕̪̝̥t͖̻̬͞ l͎̮͡ẹ̶͇͎̳̗̣ṯ̶̟̤̥̗ ͚me̩͔͚ ̸̳̱͔̜̣͔b̬͇͝é.̸ ̯̙̝͍̥̣P͙̙͍͖̬l̡̟̬̤ͅe͟a�*͍͎̹s�*̺̺̞̳͙e̺͚͕͍ ̜͍͈̩̣͈ju̖͖̫̲̥ͅs�*̮̝̝͕̪̝̥t͖̻̬͞ l͎̮͡ẹ̶͇͎̳̗̣ṯ̶̟̤̥̗ ͚me̩͔͚ ̸̳̱͔̜̣͔b̬͇͝é.̸ ̯̙̝͍̥̣P͙̙͍͖̬l̡̟̬̤ͅe͟a�*͍͎̹s�*̺̺̞̳͙e̺͚͕͍ ̜͍͈̩̣͈ju̖͖̫̲̥ͅs�*̮̝̝͕̪̝̥t͖̻̬͞ l͎̮͡ẹ̶͇͎̳̗̣ṯ̶̟̤̥̗ ͚me̩͔͚ ̸̳̱͔̜̣͔b̬͇͝é.̸ ̯
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̙̝͍̥̣P͙̙͍͖̬l̡̟̬̤ͅe͟a�*͍͎̹s�*̺̺̞̳͙e̺͚͕͍ ̜͍͈̩̣͈ju̖͖̫̲̥ͅs�*̮̝̝͕̪̝̥t͖̻̬͞ l͎̮͡ẹ̶͇͎̳̗̣ṯ̶̟̤̥̗ ͚me̩͔͚ ̸̳̱͔̜̣͔b̬͇͝é.̸ ̯̙̝͍̥̣P͙̙͍͖̬l̡̟̬̤ͅe͟a�*͍͎̹s�*̺̺̞̳͙e̺͚͕͍ ̜͍͈̩̣͈ju̖͖̫̲̥ͅs�*̮̝̝͕̪̝̥t͖̻̬͞ l͎̮͡ẹ̶͇͎̳̗̣ṯ̶̟̤̥̗ ͚me̩͔͚ ̸̳̱͔̜̣͔b̬͇͝é.̸ ̯̙̝͍̥̣P͙̙͍͖̬l̡̟̬̤ͅe͟a�*͍͎̹s�*̺̺̞̳͙e̺͚͕͍ ̜͍͈̩̣͈ju̖͖̫̲̥ͅs�*̮̝̝͕̪̝̥t͖̻̬͞ l͎̮͡ẹ̶͇͎̳̗̣ṯ̶̟̤̥̗ ͚me̩͔͚ ̸̳̱͔̜̣͔b̬͇͝é.̸ ̯̙̝͍̥̣P͙̙͍͖̬l̡̟̬̤ͅe͟a�*͍͎̹s�*̺̺̞̳͙e̺͚͕͍ ̜͍͈̩̣͈ju̖͖̫̲̥ͅs�*̮̝̝͕̪̝̥t͖̻̬͞ l͎̮͡ẹ̶͇͎̳̗̣ṯ̶̟̤̥̗ ͚me̩͔͚ ̸̳̱͔̜̣͔b̬͇͝é.̸ ̯̙̝͍̥̣P͙̙͍͖̬l̡̟̬̤ͅe͟a�*͍͎̹s�*̺̺̞̳͙e̺͚͕͍ ̜͍͈̩̣͈ju̖͖̫̲̥ͅs�*̮̝̝͕̪̝̥t͖̻̬͞ l͎̮͡ẹ̶͇͎̳̗̣ṯ̶̟̤̥̗ ͚me̩͔͚ ̸̳̱͔̜̣͔b̬͇͝é.̸ ̯̙̝͍̥̣P͙̙͍͖̬l̡̟̬̤ͅe͟a�*͍͎̹s�*̺̺̞̳͙e̺͚͕͍ ̜͍͈̩̣͈ju̖͖̫̲̥ͅs�*̮̝̝͕̪̝̥t͖̻̬͞ l͎̮͡ẹ̶͇͎̳̗̣ṯ̶̟̤̥̗ ͚me̩͔͚ ̸̳̱͔̜̣͔b̬͇͝é.̸ ̯̙̝͍̥̣P͙̙͍͖̬l̡̟̬̤ͅe͟a�*͍͎̹s�*̺̺̞̳͙e̺͚͕͍ ̜͍͈̩̣͈ju̖͖̫̲̥ͅs�*̮̝̝͕̪̝̥t͖̻̬͞ l͎̮͡ẹ̶͇͎̳̗̣ṯ̶̟̤̥̗ ͚me̩͔͚ ̸̳̱͔̜̣͔b̬͇͝é.̸ ̯
P̩̗̱̮l̷̬e̫a̜̻s̟͚͙̪̣͘ͅe͏̞̦̺͔͈̱ ̴̩͚j̷̹u̥�*͚̣̩s͍̱t̨�*̺̖̙̻ ̙̫̘̮̰̱l͓e̟̮t̥̹͇͉ ̳͕͕̲͎m̱̟e̟ ̷̥b̺͙̼̱̞̙͍ę͙̖̼. ̯̱͙͉̙̤̙̝͍̥̣P͙̙͍͖̬l̡̟̬̤ͅe͟a�*͍͎̹s�*̺̺̞̳͙e̺͚͕͍ ̜͍͈̩̣͈ju̖͖̫̲̥ͅs�*̮̝̝͕̪̝̥t͖̻̬͞ l͎̮͡ẹ̶͇͎̳̗̣ṯ̶̟̤̥̗ ͚me̩͔͚ ̸̳̱͔̜̣͔b̬͇͝é.̸ ̯̙̝͍̥̣P͙̙͍͖̬l̡̟̬̤ͅe͟a�*͍͎̹s�*̺̺̞̳͙e̺͚͕͍ ̜͍͈̩̣͈ju̖͖̫̲̥ͅs�*̮̝̝͕̪̝̥t͖̻̬͞ l͎̮͡ẹ̶͇͎̳̗̣ṯ̶̟̤̥̗ ͚me̩͔͚ ̸̳̱͔̜̣͔b̬͇͝é.̸ ̯̙̝͍̥̣P͙̙͍͖̬l̡̟̬̤ͅe͟a�*͍͎̹s�*̺̺̞̳͙e̺͚͕͍ ̜͍͈̩̣͈ju̖͖̫̲̥ͅs�*̮̝̝͕̪̝̥t͖̻̬͞ l͎̮͡ẹ̶͇͎̳̗̣ṯ̶̟̤̥̗ ͚me̩͔͚ ̸̳̱͔̜̣͔b̬͇͝é.̸ ̯̙̝͍̥̣P͙̙͍͖̬l̡̟̬̤ͅe͟a�*͍͎̹s�*̺̺̞̳͙e̺͚͕͍ ̜͍͈̩̣͈ju̖͖̫̲̥ͅs�*̮̝̝͕̪̝̥t͖̻̬͞ l͎̮͡ẹ̶͇͎̳̗̣ṯ̶̟̤̥̗ ͚me̩͔͚ ̸̳̱͔̜̣͔b̬͇͝é.̸ ̯̙̝͍̥̣P͙̙͍͖̬l̡̟̬̤ͅe͟a�*͍͎̹s�*̺̺̞̳͙e̺͚͕͍ ̜͍͈̩̣͈ju̖͖̫̲̥ͅs�*̮̝̝͕̪̝̥t͖̻̬͞ l͎̮͡ẹ̶͇͎̳̗̣ṯ̶̟̤̥̗ ͚me̩͔͚ ̸̳̱͔̜̣͔b̬͇͝é.̸ ̯̙̝͍̥̣P͙̙͍͖̬l̡̟̬̤ͅe͟a�*͍͎̹s�*̺̺̞̳͙e̺͚͕͍ ̜͍͈̩̣͈ju̖͖̫̲̥ͅs�*̮̝̝͕̪̝̥t͖̻̬͞ l͎̮͡ẹ̶͇͎̳̗̣ṯ̶̟̤̥̗ ͚me̩͔͚ ̸̳̱͔̜̣͔b̬͇͝é.̸ ̯
P͚̤͇͇̻͙̙̀l̛̟e̳a͏̖͈͇̳̻s̷͚̳̼͓e͎̮͍͓͚ ̺j̱͉̪̩͉͚u̳s�*t̢̯͓̣̦͍̦̹ ͔̱̲l͔͚̥͓͎͝e̸̫t�*̘ ͘�*͎m̯̣͍̰ͅͅe̫̲̰̜̼̮ͅ ̹̞͜b̝̪͟e̪̦͟.͎ ͙̬̞̙̝͍̥̣͘P͙̙͍͖̬l̡̟̬̤ͅe͟a�*͍͎̹s�*̺̺̞̳͙e̺͚͕͍ ̜͍͈̩̣͈ju̖͖̫̲̥ͅs�*̮̝̝͕̪̝̥t͖̻̬͞ l͎̮͡ẹ̶͇͎̳̗̣ṯ̶̟̤̥̗ ͚me̩͔͚ ̸̳̱͔̜̣͔b̬͇͝é.̸ ̯̙̝͍̥̣P͙̙͍͖̬l̡̟̬̤ͅe͟a�*͍͎̹s�*̺̺̞̳͙e̺͚͕͍ ̜͍͈̩̣͈ju̖͖̫̲̥ͅs�*̮̝̝͕̪̝̥t͖̻̬͞ l͎̮͡ẹ̶͇͎̳̗̣ṯ̶̟̤̥̗ ͚me̩͔͚ ̸̳̱͔̜̣͔b̬͇͝é.̸ ̯̙̝͍̥̣P͙̙͍͖̬l̡̟̬̤ͅe͟a�*͍͎̹s�*̺̺̞̳͙e̺͚͕͍ ̜͍͈̩̣͈ju̖͖̫̲̥ͅs�*̮̝̝͕̪̝̥t͖̻̬͞ l͎̮͡ẹ̶͇͎̳̗̣ṯ̶̟̤̥̗ ͚me̩͔͚ ̸̳̱͔̜̣͔b̬͇͝é.̸ ̯̙̝͍̥̣P͙̙͍͖̬l̡̟̬̤ͅe͟a�*͍͎̹s�*̺̺̞̳͙e̺͚͕͍ ̜͍͈̩̣͈ju̖͖̫̲̥ͅs�*̮̝̝͕̪̝̥t͖̻̬͞ l͎̮͡ẹ̶͇͎̳̗̣ṯ̶̟̤̥̗ ͚me̩͔͚ ̸̳̱͔̜̣͔b̬͇͝é.̸ ̯̙̝͍̥̣P͙̙͍͖̬l̡̟̬̤ͅe͟a�*͍͎̹s�*̺̺̞̳͙e̺͚͕͍ ̜͍͈̩̣͈ju̖͖̫̲̥ͅs�*̮̝̝͕̪̝̥t͖̻̬͞ l͎̮͡ẹ̶͇͎̳̗̣ṯ̶̟̤̥̗ ͚me̩͔͚ ̸̳̱͔̜̣͔b̬͇͝é.̸ ̯̙̝͍̥̣P͙̙͍͖̬l̡̟̬̤ͅe͟a�*͍͎̹s�*̺̺̞̳͙e̺͚͕͍ ̜͍͈̩̣͈ju̖͖̫̲̥ͅs�*̮̝̝͕̪̝̥t͖̻̬͞ l͎̮͡ẹ̶͇͎̳̗̣ṯ̶̟̤̥̗ ͚me̩͔͚ ̸̳̱͔̜̣͔b̬͇͝é.̸ ̯̙̝͍̥̣P͙̙͍͖̬l̡̟̬̤ͅe͟a�*͍͎̹s�*̺̺̞̳͙e̺͚͕͍ ̜͍͈̩̣͈ju̖͖̫̲̥ͅs�*̮̝̝͕̪̝̥t͖̻̬͞ l͎̮͡ẹ̶͇͎̳̗̣ṯ̶̟̤̥̗ ͚me̩͔͚ ̸̳̱͔̜̣͔b̬͇͝é.̸ ̯̙̝͍̥̣P͙̙͍͖̬l̡̟̬̤ͅe͟a�*͍͎̹s�*̺̺̞̳͙e̺͚͕͍ ̜͍͈̩̣͈ju̖͖̫̲̥ͅs�*̮̝̝͕̪̝̥t͖̻̬͞ l͎̮͡ẹ̶͇͎̳̗̣ṯ̶̟̤̥̗ ͚me̩͔͚ ̸̳̱͔̜̣͔b̬͇͝é.̸ ̯̙̝͍̥̣P͙̙͍͖̬l̡̟̬̤ͅe͟a�*͍͎̹s�*̺̺̞̳͙e̺͚͕͍ ̜͍͈̩̣͈ju̖͖̫̲̥ͅs�*̮̝̝͕̪̝̥t͖̻̬͞ l͎̮͡ẹ̶͇͎̳̗̣ṯ̶̟̤̥̗ ͚me̩͔͚ ̸̳̱͔̜̣͔b̬͇͝é.̸ ̯̙̝͍̥̣P͙̙͍͖̬l̡̟̬̤ͅe͟a�*͍͎̹s�*̺̺̞̳͙e̺͚͕͍ ̜͍͈̩̣͈ju̖͖̫̲̥ͅs�*̮̝̝͕̪̝̥t͖̻̬͞ l͎̮͡ẹ̶͇͎̳̗̣ṯ̶̟̤̥̗ ͚me̩͔͚ ̸̳̱͔̜̣͔b̬͇͝é.̸ ̯̙̝͍̥̣P͙̙͍͖̬l̡̟̬̤ͅe͟a�*͍͎̹s�*̺̺̞̳͙e̺͚͕͍ ̜͍͈̩̣͈ju̖͖̫̲̥ͅs�*̮̝̝͕̪̝̥t͖̻̬͞ l͎̮͡ẹ̶͇͎̳̗̣ṯ̶̟̤̥̗ ͚me̩͔͚ ̸̳̱͔̜̣͔b̬͇͝é.̸ ̯̙̝͍̥̣P͙̙͍͖̬l̡̟̬̤ͅe͟a�*͍͎̹s�*̺̺̞̳͙e̺͚͕͍ ̜͍͈̩̣͈ju̖͖̫̲̥ͅs�*̮̝̝͕̪̝̥t͖̻̬͞ l͎̮͡ẹ̶͇͎̳̗̣ṯ̶̟̤̥̗ ͚me̩͔͚ ̸̳̱͔̜̣͔b̬͇͝é.̸ ̯̙̝͍̥̣P͙̙͍͖̬l̡̟̬̤ͅe͟a�*͍͎̹s�*̺̺̞̳͙e̺͚͕͍ ̜͍͈̩̣͈ju̖͖̫̲̥ͅs�*̮̝̝͕̪̝̥t͖̻̬͞ l͎̮͡ẹ̶͇͎̳̗̣ṯ̶̟̤̥̗ ͚me̩͔͚ ̸̳̱͔̜̣͔b̬͇͝é.̸ ̯

don't let me become this....

I had doubled over, pushing away from him. Eyes wide and frantic, flashes of gold bursting forth from reddened irises and blackened cracks. my entire being..why?

Why? WHY?

Shaking, my eyes finally landed on a blurred figure.

There. I reached out to the figure with shaking hands. A brilliant golden flash blinded my vision. Still...I held fast to his form.



"K-kill me."