Post by Fang on Feb 14, 2013 22:38:03 GMT -5
Fang, the one who was betrayed, the one that is to be killed because of the belief that he was a monster. He walked, but it was more of a limp from what had happened to him, from the attack he was still injured and was waiting to get stronger. "They think I fall so easily, but that isn't true, I won't fall." Fang whispered, yes he was kind of giving himself a prep talk, but he was still batter and bruised with cuts that covered his body. He had climbed the mountain for the peace and quiet of the nature, but now it was dark and haunting howls that brought chills to the spines of some filled the air, but he continued on his way.
Fang was weary from his travel, but he wouldn't give up so easily. Fang let out a cough, and was about to fall, but fought to keep himself up and wasn't going to fall. He always fought on and he always would remember the sad faces of the people who cried because he was to kill, this was what some called the curse of the organization, they had to kill and even if they say the eyes of the smallest child begging not, they had to. He remembered being called a heartless monster, but it was his job, he was trained to do so. He had his reasons and they had reasons to call him a monster.
He soon was very tired and decided to rest for a while, it would be of great use. He needed to let his energy return to his muscles so he could move once again. His leg felt harsh pain that put him in painful agony, he looked at some of the cuts on his clothes. He knew there was a cut on the side of his cheeks and soon brought his hand up to feel the engraves of the cuts that was on his cheek. Then looked at his hands of which were blood covered, he hadn't washed up in so long that made him look bad.
