Fan Fiction ❯ Atonement ❯ Atonement ( Chapter 1 )
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By: Kaguras Man 
Some original work of mine. Thinking of entering it into Oneshot Evil Spring Contest (if I can figure out how) Be honest and tell me what you think.
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Horror | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 03.08.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 775 | Visits: 420 | Status: Completed
Some original work of mine. Thinking of entering it into Oneshot Evil Spring Contest (if I can figure out how) Be honest and tell me what you think.
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Horror | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 03.08.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 775 | Visits: 420 | Status: Completed
A gasp.
That's how it always starts.
Their eyes wide with their mouth gaped open. Reminds me of a fish washed up on the shore, gasping for sweet air. It's futile. Futile for the fish and futile for you white man.
Why did you have to come here white man?
And bring your family?
We don't want to hurt you. Don't want to hurt your woman and your little ones. We only do so for it's our duty. Duty is very important to us. It's all about honor for us.
But you'd know nothing about honor would you white man?
After all it was your doing that caused all this!
No....no....no. It...wasn't you. You weren't alive then. It was your ancestors. But does not the sins of the ancestors continue on to the next generation? Your ancestors. When they first came to our land we thought them to be a gift. They had come from beyond the ocean in those large turtles. We thought they were gifts from the gods. A reward for our living our lives accordingly.
How wrong we were.
Do you know what your ancestors did white man?
Of course you don't.
Or maybe you just don't care.
We are just savages after all. We got what we deserved for not worshipping your invisible man.
They took our homes. They changed the land as they sought fit. They hunted our game until they could no longer be found.
We tried to stop them. We were powerless. Their weapons...were like nothing we had ever seen. Hideous sticks that spat fire and stones. Not even the mighty bears were a match for their guns. They forced us off our land...land we had dwelled since the beginning of time. Along the way the raped and killed as many of us as they could.
But we had one last trick, no?
If we couldn't stop white man one way then we'd stop them another way.
So we survivors gathered with our strongest shaman. We chose to end our physical existence right there, but in place of our tired and wounded bodies came something better. Something white man's guns couldn't stop. With our last bit of strength we cursed the land, the very land we called home. Our spirits merged to form a single being. This being could only be seen when it wanted to be seen. Its purpose....great vengeance. Our final gift to you white man. As long as white man stay off this land they be safe.
Of course they wouldn't stay away. You wouldn't be here if they had listened. Now you'll suffer for their crimes. Your not like your ancestors. Your a good man....I sense it. But this is my duty. I can't nor will I abandon my duty.
You stare up at me, trying so very desperately to breath. Your skin pales and wrinkles. Your insides feel like their on fire. You want to scream but the pain and fear has stolen your voice. So you stare. Stare in agonizing awe of this being beyond anything you could possibly imagine. You stare until your eyes sink into your skull and your hair falls out. You flop on the ground like a dying fish. How does it feel to have your body rot while your still living white man? Painful? As bad as it is it could never equal the pain felt by my people. You freeze. Your back arched so painfully high. I know that your heart has just burst like a melon that has fallen from a cliff onto a boulder. Then you are still. Good-bye white man.
You family is next, but I will not make their end as bad as yours. I shall take them as they sleep. I will not slit their throats and rape them as they choke on their own blood. That's your ancestors....not me. My final gift to you.
I hope that no one else will try to live on this land. I've killed so many that it seems almost funny people still try to build houses here.
But I know they'll come. They always come. It's your nature white man. To charge in like the fool hardy buffalo. You refuse to listen to reason. So I'll remain here.
And kill.
And kill.
And kill.
That's how it always starts.
Their eyes wide with their mouth gaped open. Reminds me of a fish washed up on the shore, gasping for sweet air. It's futile. Futile for the fish and futile for you white man.
Why did you have to come here white man?
And bring your family?
We don't want to hurt you. Don't want to hurt your woman and your little ones. We only do so for it's our duty. Duty is very important to us. It's all about honor for us.
But you'd know nothing about honor would you white man?
After all it was your doing that caused all this!
No....no....no. It...wasn't you. You weren't alive then. It was your ancestors. But does not the sins of the ancestors continue on to the next generation? Your ancestors. When they first came to our land we thought them to be a gift. They had come from beyond the ocean in those large turtles. We thought they were gifts from the gods. A reward for our living our lives accordingly.
How wrong we were.
Do you know what your ancestors did white man?
Of course you don't.
Or maybe you just don't care.
We are just savages after all. We got what we deserved for not worshipping your invisible man.
They took our homes. They changed the land as they sought fit. They hunted our game until they could no longer be found.
We tried to stop them. We were powerless. Their weapons...were like nothing we had ever seen. Hideous sticks that spat fire and stones. Not even the mighty bears were a match for their guns. They forced us off our land...land we had dwelled since the beginning of time. Along the way the raped and killed as many of us as they could.
But we had one last trick, no?
If we couldn't stop white man one way then we'd stop them another way.
So we survivors gathered with our strongest shaman. We chose to end our physical existence right there, but in place of our tired and wounded bodies came something better. Something white man's guns couldn't stop. With our last bit of strength we cursed the land, the very land we called home. Our spirits merged to form a single being. This being could only be seen when it wanted to be seen. Its purpose....great vengeance. Our final gift to you white man. As long as white man stay off this land they be safe.
Of course they wouldn't stay away. You wouldn't be here if they had listened. Now you'll suffer for their crimes. Your not like your ancestors. Your a good man....I sense it. But this is my duty. I can't nor will I abandon my duty.
You stare up at me, trying so very desperately to breath. Your skin pales and wrinkles. Your insides feel like their on fire. You want to scream but the pain and fear has stolen your voice. So you stare. Stare in agonizing awe of this being beyond anything you could possibly imagine. You stare until your eyes sink into your skull and your hair falls out. You flop on the ground like a dying fish. How does it feel to have your body rot while your still living white man? Painful? As bad as it is it could never equal the pain felt by my people. You freeze. Your back arched so painfully high. I know that your heart has just burst like a melon that has fallen from a cliff onto a boulder. Then you are still. Good-bye white man.
You family is next, but I will not make their end as bad as yours. I shall take them as they sleep. I will not slit their throats and rape them as they choke on their own blood. That's your ancestors....not me. My final gift to you.
I hope that no one else will try to live on this land. I've killed so many that it seems almost funny people still try to build houses here.
But I know they'll come. They always come. It's your nature white man. To charge in like the fool hardy buffalo. You refuse to listen to reason. So I'll remain here.
And kill.
And kill.
And kill.