Death's No Big Deal.

Death's No Big Deal.

A Story by Tori

When it came down to it, I guess death wasn't the worst thing that could happen. I mean, sure I'll never be able to see my loved ones again, but at least....I'll get to be with him. I mean, no big deal. A little blood here and there, a few failed organs. It'll be over with soon anyway. Having wings wouldn't be that bad. Ah, who am I kidding? I won't be flying across the streets of gold...Nope, I'll be swimming in a pool of evil spirits. And there was no way he would be there. He was to kind. But oh well. Death....No big deal, right?

 

I stared at the blood as it spurted from my neck. All the red liquid gathered around me in a puddle-no, a lake. Even as it seeped from my open wound, I felt no pain. Nothing. Suddenly, my limbs locked and I collapsed to the ground. Out of the corner of my eye, I watched his black, blood soaked boots advance on my helpless body. I stared at the red stained blade held tightly in his right hand. 

"Well, well. I guess this is what happens when you choose love over life," Jaden hissed, kneeling beside me. He stroked my hair. I tried to pull away, but my body was unresponsive. Oh no! I'm paraylzed! His cold slimmy hand patted my cheek, then slaped it. I bit my lip. 

"S-stop! Don't!" I muttered underneath my breath. I could manage no more than a whisper.

"Alianna!" A distant voice called. I groaned, but remained still, not daring to defy the path fate chose for me. Death. An agonizing cry filled the air, and new drops of blood splattered my face. I almost screamed as Aaron's body fell beside me, Jaden's sword thrust through his back.  Jaden pressed one foot on his back and yanked the sword out. Aaron cried out in pain.

"I'll come back for you. But first, little missy over here needs to learn where she stands," Jaden said to Aaron. He raised the sword, allowing it to hover inches from heart. He grinned. "Goodbye, my friend." 

"No!" A voice shouted. Suddenly, Jaden was knocked to the ground. I looked up in shock. Aaron's father had Jaden by the shirt collar, his feathery wings spread wide. I watched as he flew higher...and higher...and higher until he was almost  scraping the castle ceiling. He was...helping me? But  why? He hated me....because of who I was. What I was. I coughed, feeling the blood splurt from my lips. It tasted so good. Even in this far form humorous situation, I couldn't help but laugh. I sounded like a vampire. But we Rodonieans, after all, were direct descendents of blood thirsters. So, I guess it wasn't a big shock.

I gurgle more blood as Jaden screamed, plumpiting towards the marble floor. Mr. Drakes wings were also covered in blood, red feathers floating down into puddles of blood. He was an elder man, so this was near too much for him to handle. His wings surged into his back and he followed behnd Jaden-who had already hit the ground, bursting into a million pieces like a watermelon. I must say, it wasn't very pleasant seeing the one who was my childhood friend die in such a gruesome way. But it had to happen. He tried to take over Rodoniea, killed my father, Aaron's father, and...possibly Aaron. I struggled to push myself onto my knees. Mr. Drakes did the same. Good. He was alright. Alive. But what about....

"A-Aaron?" I stuttered, crawling over to him. He was lying motionless in a pool of blood. "N-no." I felt my arms quiver and my strength start to fail. "I-I love you. I'm in-in love with you...don't die." A stab of guilt surged through me. Then, just as all hoped seemed lost, a soft breath escaped his lips."Aaron!"

He looked up at me. His eyes were no longer hazel, but foggy grey. I had never seen this one.

"Hey, Ali-" his voice trailed off. I shushed him, knowing this wasn't right. As much as I hoped, there was none. He wasn't going to live.

"Don't die!"" I blubbered. He grinned, his smile weak and his eyelids heavy. He knew as well he was going to die. He was using what little strength he had to comfort me. "I do! I do, Araon! I love you! I'm in love with you! I swear, I'm in in in in in love with you! Just please, don't leave me."

He sighed. "Good. I was afraid you didn't care."

"Wh-what does grey mean?" I asked.

"What?" he murmurred.

"Your eyes...their grey. What feeling is in you now, of all times? You're not afraid, you're not angry, you're not sad, you're not happy....what are you?" I had to know. His eye color depended on his emotions, and never in the months we had been together had they ever been grey.

"I guess that's my eyes way of saying "this desperate fool's in love"," he said smiling. "I love you."

My vision began to blur. It was strange, but I ignored it. "Please. Don't die."

He gave me a small wink. "Aw, it's no big deal."

And so my beloved, my precious Aaron left me. My perfect angel would no longer fly with me through the skies of Earth and Nooridia. No longer would there be the Zecharian and the Rodoniean. The Prince and the Princess. The Angel and the Demon. All hope of unting our two countried died along with Aaron.

Suddenly, Aaron dissapered behind a wet blury wall. I tried to look past and over it, but no matter where I looked, it kept him concealed from me. The warm liquid emerged form eyes and slowly rolled down my face, pouring into my mouth. It was salty. I looked over at my mother. She was too busy cradling my father's bloody corpse.

"My son!"

I spun around. Mr. Drakes was hobling towards us. He was bloody, but determined. He dropped to his knees beside me and we both mourned over his body together.

"M-Mr.Drakes...my eyes...they're bleeding," I said in a quivering voice. I wouldn't have cared if it wasn't for the fact they kept me from seeing my true love. He looked over at me, his dry face both pained and hard. The minute he saw the drops of blood, his face melted into that of surprise and disbelief. His hands clasped themselves over his mouth.

"You-you-no." He shook his head franticlly.

"Please...help. They're bleeding. I can't see him through all the blood." My voice cracked into an unreconizable sqeaul. I sounded like those women in old western movies who cried as the bad guy shot at their families. But I couldn't cry. None of us could. No Nooridian could shed a tear...it was impossible. So, my eyes were bleeding.

"They-it's not blood..." Mr.Drakes said, his voice trailed off.  He turned to face me. I shuddered as his fingers stroked the blood on my cheeks.

"What do you mean? Of course it's blood! Please, help me!" I cried. He wiped off a drop and showed it to me. The blood...it was clear. It looked just like water. I tasted a stray drop. Yup. It was definetley blood. The salty taste was proof enough...but still. Why was it clear?

"No. It's not blood. They're...tears. My child, you are crying." His eyes held nothing but shock. I shook my head. It was impossible. And he wasn't going to help me.

"Fine! I don't need to see him! I can still touch him..." I tried to blindly wrap my arms around where I guessed his body was, but I collided with the floor. It was unmistakble. I was lying in blood. Aaron's blood. But where was his body? "W-where is he?"

Suddenly, I felt his hand. I grabbed it in my mine. Even in death, his skin was warm. He was fresh. A newbee to death. I collapsed onto him, burrying my face into his shirt. The transparent blood continued to pour from my eyes and drop onto Aaron. But I didn't care.

By the time the royal guards finally escorted(drug by the feet) me to my room, Aaron was completley wet from the clear blood. I smashed hard into the stone wall as I attempted to free myself from my prison. The harder I slammed agianst stone, the more determined I became. My own blood splattered against the white walls, but I continued the impact. Eventually, darkness began to consume me. However...just before the shadows overtook me, encpaturing my soul, I saw Aaron. His beautiful white feathery wings spread wide open, ready to take flight. I ran for him. His arms stretched out, waiting for my embrace. As I flung myself into his arms, he took flight. I tried to free my own scaly wings, but he told me to let him lead the way. And I did. I let Aaron hold me close, his grey eyes staring deep into mine, and fly us away from the world. Me and him. Alone. Together forever. I truly was on his wings.

 

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"NO!" I shouted, slamming my fist into the wall. "NO! NO! NO!"

"Araon, my son, calm down!" My father urged. I turned to him, the same anger boiling inside me that I had felt all days ago when he had so many ugly things to my one love.

"How can you tell me to be calm, father? I spoke not a word of sanity to you when Mother died! I will not be calm! How could you request that?" I presses my forehead against the wall and slunk to the floor. "I-I-I loved her! I still do! And she's gone." My voice slowly decreased form anger into despair. It the shirvled down into an exhuasted whisper. "She's gone!"

Father knelt beside me and placed hand on my shoulder. "I'm sorry, my son. It is my fault. If only I would have accepted her sooner."

"How did she-?" I began. I couldn't say it. If I didn't, with any luck it wouldn't be true.

His eyes filled with sorrow. "You'd be much better uninformed."

I looked into his narrow, pitiful eyes. "Father...please. I have to know." His olf face fell in defeat.

"Alright. She...beat herself to death."

My heart sunk in disbelief and pain. "What?" No. Not my love. Not my Alianna. She couldn't have comitted suicide.

"She bashed her own head into the wall..in her room," he croaked hoarsley.

A sudden image of that beautiful, lively, peace loving girl lying in blood with a shredded face flashed in my mind. I cried out in horror, but managed to shake it off. "W-w-w-hy?"

"She thought-knew-you were dead. She....can cry. Like a human. You are familar with the legends of Phoniex tears, correct?"

I nodded. "Yes. They have healing properities."

He also nodded. Grimly. "She was a phoniex in disguise. Her tears brought you back to life. She saved you...but she didn't know she had. She thought you were dead, and you were. But once her tears entered your bloodstream, you were revived. And she had no clue. She killed herself trying to get to you. She tried to push through the walls."

My voice cracked and I crumbled into a ball. "Father no! NO NO NO NO!! I refuse to believe you!" I fell into Father's arms and lied there, shaking in agony and despair. MY love. She was gone. I guess death was my next option.

 

When it came down to it, I guess death wasn't the worst thing that could happen. I mean, sure I'll never be able to see my loved ones again, but at least....I'll get to be with her. I mean, no big deal. A little blood here and there, a few failed organs. It'll be over with soon anyway. Having wings wouldn't be that bad. Ah, who am I kidding? I won't be flying across the streets of gold...Nope, I'll be swimming in a pool of evil spirits. And there was no way she would be there. She was too kind. But oh well. I had to give it a try. With enough prayers before then, I would make to the golden gates with her. Death....No big deal, right?

© 2009 Tori


Author's Note

Tori
Please, whether you like it or not, review it...please? Come on, be a pal! Buddy. Friend. Bff(That crossed the line) But yes. Please? IS this an OK ending? Or should I make it happy? (Where as the both end up together and alive and blah blah) LEt me know...you're opinon will matter most when it comes to the final draft.

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UGGGGGHHHH. I love it!! I love your writing. I think you might be a bit better than me...... But yes, it was awesome. But, as in almost any piece, watch out for spelling and grammar errors. I love how you are able to mix love, lust, fantasy, and even some horror, into your stories. I would really like to write a story/book with you. It would be quite an honor, Tori. Keep writing, and I will always faithfully review. I still don't see how you write such long stories. God, it took me forever to write Mr. Cellophane..... Do you just make up these races and kingdoms? if so, you are extremely imaginative, seeing as it would take me a while to think of the names of kingdoms, let alone races....Bravo, Tori! Yet another great piece. I cannot wait for your next short story.... I will most certainly read it, and of course, review it.

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