Time and Time again
Kenneth Hedin
Prologue
“I-I wish it didn’t... I wish it didn’t… I wish it didn’t, end this way...” He sobbed out, crimson red rivers flowing down her back, returning some life to the cracked dirt floor of the dessert. The wind howled past the, cloak and cape flapping violently in the wind, the sound of coyotes howling for home in the background. He lied at her side, tears streaming his face and sobbing filling his air as he hugged her close. He felt his stomach twisting, wrenching in pain. The butterflies from the day he met her rotting inside of him, making him sick.
“I-it couldn’t be helped, Master…” She gasped out, a sick smile crossing her face as the color from her face flushed. She was dieing, and he could do nothing but watch at the side. The wound had pierced clean through her, a stab through the backside. She stopped her quaking, loosening her hold on life a little more for every second that ticked by in excruciating pain. She just smirked and chuckled lightly, her eyes fading glossy. He could feel the warm drip of her on his arms, blending into his sleeves.
“You never were! Your not my slave!” he yelled back at her in anger and frustration, feeling pain tighten in him as well, like razor wire squeezing tight around his heart and shoulder.
“Heh heh. That’s… a good one… Isaac.” She whispered back silently, her voice more low and hoarse now. He closed his eyes with hers, unable to watch her, unable to look at the bloody mess that lied in his arms. He just leaned in slowly, kissing her lips gently while she lied with him, hoping to take away both their pain. He flinched lightly as it only throbbed more, the pain in his heart ripping it asunder almost. Her once lovely kiss that seemed to calm and quell his own pain now thrashed at him, burning his soul with loss. He could feel her lips, cold now, almost lifeless as they struggled to kiss back. All went silent as the wind’s cry silenced, the cries of the gods silencing as they watched her join them. Her grip slowly faded form him, her hands falling t her side’s as she fell away from the kiss.
Isaac just sobbed silently, his heart in more pain then ever before and his eyes still clenched tight in fear that new nightmares would plague him if he glanced. He curled over her lightly, holding the lifeless rag doll in his hands; this puppet in men’s clothing. The tears flowed down his face, caressing to him softly before leaving him silently. He waited, holding her in the silence as the wind started to pick up a little again as he shuttered at the sand blasting against his back. He glared down angrily with sightless eyes, his face curled into a dog’s fierce growl. He suddenly rang up into the air, arching upwards, a bone-chilling scream that would send the gods hiding in their white covers emitting from him. The wind cried with him as they both howled out, carrying his cry farther along the empty dessert. His cry chilled souls and froze the tree’s still, it quaked the earth and made cold chills surf down the vultures above. He came crashing back down, panting, and curled over again…
“A-Aina… It hurts. You promised.” He whispered out silently, before slowly standing up, his soul flickering with life, the pain bitter sweet to him, hurting and nourishing him.
“All… People do... Is hurt…”
Chapter 1
A crack..? A gun? No. Another thunder crack in the sky; the storm getting far worse than before. The sun blocked out by thick blankets of black clouds, straining water from its sheets. ‘The storm of the Century’ some of the villagers and common wealth had said. The rain hurled down, smashing into even smaller pieces as it shattered against the carriage roof and wall. The horses whinnied as the galloped through the mud and the rain, the driver still managing to maintain himself in his seat outside. The wind howled with the fierceness of the forest, like a wild animal howling at the storm. However, quite content inside the carriage rested a large, black clad man.
He wore a thick long black coat buckled and strapped down at the front. His arms and legs were also tightly belted down, wearing large thick black boots, already mud stained. His coat hung down past his legs, his boots barely visible underneath the long draping cloak, his shoulders and arms covered over with a cloak as well. He had fine black hair, medium length to his shoulders, billowing around him loosely, soft yet rigged. He bared several ear piercings. His most noticeable feature was indeed his eyes though. Though looked cold, lifeless, and un-emotional; yet they held a deep sadness inside of them. He looked sad and hurt, and yet at the same time, he looked fierce, as if he was ready for anything, bearing an un-emotional look on his face. The carriage window slid open lightly, the sound of the storm worsening as the driver leaned towards it to speak.
“Lord! We will be arriving shortly!” The driver yelled out, echo’s yelling out through the carriage and forest. Isaac however hadn’t really heard him. He was to busy thinking on the violent storm, thinking on what would happen if he were to be struck by lightning..
‘I wonder... how much it would hurt. Would I even live If I were to be hit… And, if I died, where would I go? Heaven, or hell…’ He thought silently to himself, safe in his own mind. The driver just slid the small driver window shut as kept driving the horses onward. Isaac sat silently, watching the rains heavy beat against the windows.
Kenneth Hedin
Prologue
“I-I wish it didn’t... I wish it didn’t… I wish it didn’t, end this way...” He sobbed out, crimson red rivers flowing down her back, returning some life to the cracked dirt floor of the dessert. The wind howled past the, cloak and cape flapping violently in the wind, the sound of coyotes howling for home in the background. He lied at her side, tears streaming his face and sobbing filling his air as he hugged her close. He felt his stomach twisting, wrenching in pain. The butterflies from the day he met her rotting inside of him, making him sick.
“I-it couldn’t be helped, Master…” She gasped out, a sick smile crossing her face as the color from her face flushed. She was dieing, and he could do nothing but watch at the side. The wound had pierced clean through her, a stab through the backside. She stopped her quaking, loosening her hold on life a little more for every second that ticked by in excruciating pain. She just smirked and chuckled lightly, her eyes fading glossy. He could feel the warm drip of her on his arms, blending into his sleeves.
“You never were! Your not my slave!” he yelled back at her in anger and frustration, feeling pain tighten in him as well, like razor wire squeezing tight around his heart and shoulder.
“Heh heh. That’s… a good one… Isaac.” She whispered back silently, her voice more low and hoarse now. He closed his eyes with hers, unable to watch her, unable to look at the bloody mess that lied in his arms. He just leaned in slowly, kissing her lips gently while she lied with him, hoping to take away both their pain. He flinched lightly as it only throbbed more, the pain in his heart ripping it asunder almost. Her once lovely kiss that seemed to calm and quell his own pain now thrashed at him, burning his soul with loss. He could feel her lips, cold now, almost lifeless as they struggled to kiss back. All went silent as the wind’s cry silenced, the cries of the gods silencing as they watched her join them. Her grip slowly faded form him, her hands falling t her side’s as she fell away from the kiss.
Isaac just sobbed silently, his heart in more pain then ever before and his eyes still clenched tight in fear that new nightmares would plague him if he glanced. He curled over her lightly, holding the lifeless rag doll in his hands; this puppet in men’s clothing. The tears flowed down his face, caressing to him softly before leaving him silently. He waited, holding her in the silence as the wind started to pick up a little again as he shuttered at the sand blasting against his back. He glared down angrily with sightless eyes, his face curled into a dog’s fierce growl. He suddenly rang up into the air, arching upwards, a bone-chilling scream that would send the gods hiding in their white covers emitting from him. The wind cried with him as they both howled out, carrying his cry farther along the empty dessert. His cry chilled souls and froze the tree’s still, it quaked the earth and made cold chills surf down the vultures above. He came crashing back down, panting, and curled over again…
“A-Aina… It hurts. You promised.” He whispered out silently, before slowly standing up, his soul flickering with life, the pain bitter sweet to him, hurting and nourishing him.
“All… People do... Is hurt…”
Chapter 1
A crack..? A gun? No. Another thunder crack in the sky; the storm getting far worse than before. The sun blocked out by thick blankets of black clouds, straining water from its sheets. ‘The storm of the Century’ some of the villagers and common wealth had said. The rain hurled down, smashing into even smaller pieces as it shattered against the carriage roof and wall. The horses whinnied as the galloped through the mud and the rain, the driver still managing to maintain himself in his seat outside. The wind howled with the fierceness of the forest, like a wild animal howling at the storm. However, quite content inside the carriage rested a large, black clad man.
He wore a thick long black coat buckled and strapped down at the front. His arms and legs were also tightly belted down, wearing large thick black boots, already mud stained. His coat hung down past his legs, his boots barely visible underneath the long draping cloak, his shoulders and arms covered over with a cloak as well. He had fine black hair, medium length to his shoulders, billowing around him loosely, soft yet rigged. He bared several ear piercings. His most noticeable feature was indeed his eyes though. Though looked cold, lifeless, and un-emotional; yet they held a deep sadness inside of them. He looked sad and hurt, and yet at the same time, he looked fierce, as if he was ready for anything, bearing an un-emotional look on his face. The carriage window slid open lightly, the sound of the storm worsening as the driver leaned towards it to speak.
“Lord! We will be arriving shortly!” The driver yelled out, echo’s yelling out through the carriage and forest. Isaac however hadn’t really heard him. He was to busy thinking on the violent storm, thinking on what would happen if he were to be struck by lightning..
‘I wonder... how much it would hurt. Would I even live If I were to be hit… And, if I died, where would I go? Heaven, or hell…’ He thought silently to himself, safe in his own mind. The driver just slid the small driver window shut as kept driving the horses onward. Isaac sat silently, watching the rains heavy beat against the windows.
