For What is the Past but a Collection of Memories Half Forgotten but Never Lost. [Luca Only][NR]

How long had it been... a year? Ten years? A hundred? She couldn't tell anymore; the days and nights had blurred to one solid mass of grey time; nothing to break the monotony. Hunt the little creatures of the night that roamed the streets; avoid the rats and the thieves and murderers and whores and all the nasty elements of the human world. Forget... work to forget... always working to forget.

Why was it so damn hard to just forget...?

Lonely... so lonely...

I just want to forget...

No one... nothing left... all dead...

Why can't I join them...?

Why not end it...?

I can't...

End it... simple as that. End it and be done...

I can't... I haven't repaid the debt...

No one is left to hold you to it; why bother?

It's my debt to carry... my pentience for my sins...

You're just too scared to end it.

Of course... always scared... if I wasn't... I would have died then... and stopped this from happening.

Pathetic worm.

Always...

A shattering crack in the night; plaster and brick and concrete falling to the dirty asphalt; a wall shattered into a thousand peaces by a fist that could no longer feel. And then; feet slapping wet ground:

SLAPSLAPSLAP

and the cries of a wounded animal; or rather, a broken heart.

Run away to a new hole; before someone sees you, the damage you bring with you. Run and hide little creature of the night; the shadow of nothing and everything and always bringing destruction upon yourself.

Shutupshutupshutupshutup!

Run away! Run, run, run for your life! Flee like the coward you are!~

I SAID SHUT UP!

A howl, a scream, a piercing burst of power through the night; the wolf crying to the moon and projecting all the fear and anger and hurt into one explosion of power that would render anything receptive to it a broken mess of shattered minds and bodies for miles around. More destruction from the master of it; the ancient embodiment of the end. The hero turned destroyer.

Why won't it ever end...?

What was this? The burning in his chest, the unbearable tugging that told him to go someplace. Kishaan snorted, and set off in the direction. In his four thousand years of living, he'd come to learn one thing; when that burning began, it was best to follow the urge.

He carried himself across the wasteland, red eyes taking in the scene; bodies everywhere, the ground fracture and pockmarked. And... someone in the distane. Who the hell?

He didnt know em. But the burning was telling him to go that way. And so.. he moved, drawing closer to the persona...

Whispers of footsteps.

Nothing could still be alive; not after that. She shouldn't be alive... but she couldn't die. Not like that. Never again. Once... yes; but now... no longer. A blast of pure Entropy. The undeniable anti-force; the natural conclusion of any and everything; mixed into the crushing weight of a lifetime's worth of a pain, anguish, grief, anger. The loss of any and everything and the wisdom and knowledge to comprehend that fact. That made it all the worse; made the outbursts when she couldn't handle it anymore that much worse.

Why where there still footsteps...?

The wind... no; maybe a rat that had managed to survive.

To big...

What was that?

Something following. She was being watched. She didn't like being watched.

Nothingcouldhavesurvivedthatblast.

Memories of being watched. Paranoia. Her mind playing tricks.

It had to be... it had to.

She couldn't face a real being yet. Not yet.

Never again

Slowly at first; like a creature chained to a heavy weight; dragging the heaviness of her life and loss with her. Then, slowly, an increase; her need to escape pushing her to move more normally, faster and faster and faster. Over the rubble like it didn't exist; over the breaks and crevasse and splits and mounds. She had to flee; she had to hide. Hide from her memories. Hide from even the chance that she wasn't imagining someone following her.

Like a coward...