Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Was she worth it? ❯ A Noble End ( Chapter 1 )

 

Special thanks to the master, InuGrrrl, who gave me the little extra push I needed to start writing. I would have dedicated this to you regardless. ^^ This one's for you and the many great authors that have entertained me through the years.

 

DISCLAIMER: All aspects of this fic are original. Pow. =p

 

On with the damn show...

 

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It was cold.

 

Consciousness slowly returned to him. It was dark.

 

Blinking through the haze in his eyes that had not yet cleared, he lifted his heavy head and slowly took in the unfamiliar surroundings.

 

His eyes adjusted to the darkness, straining to make some semblance of shape with the guidance of the sliver of moonlight that crept in through a small barred window, inches from the ceiling.

 

Four damp, stone walls bordered the cell. He realized that his feet had no support and he could barely move his arms, save for an experimental clench of his fist. He was suspended off the wet ground, sparsely clothed, chained loosely to one of the walls by his outspread arms.

 

He was wet and cold. He missed her warmth. The warmth her smile brought him, like the warmth spring brings to winter, melting all the ice and bathing everything in joyous sunlight, all that jazz. He hated winter. This place… was worse than winter. This place was hell.

 

His ears registered the rhythmic dripping of water, echoing in the silence. His nose registered the stench of death, the smell of blood. It was stained on the walls, it was dripping off himself.

A sudden, harsh flash of light sent both of his pupils haywire as a cheap fluorescent light swinging from the ceiling was switched on. He hung his head low, shading his face with dark, messy hair. His eyes were screwed shut, temporarily blinded by the unexpected flash after adjusting to darkness. His ears registered the heavy footfalls of an unknown person, the grating of metal against the hard ground with every step.

 

The next thing he registered was pain.

 

Cold, hard steel speared into some semi-vital organ low in his torso, plowing right through to the wall at his back. It burned. It spread. The pain lanced cruelly up his spine and ravaged his nervous system. His neck snapped up and he caught a harsh groan in his parched throat, letting it out through his teeth out the side of his mouth with a shudder.

 

He heard the mocking laughter of a low, baritone voice. It seemed to last forever, echoing off the walls in his hell. The devil himself had come to deal with him. He heard a click and felt his insides explode. Blades from three sides of the torture device sprung out and slashed at whatever they could reach. He knew what came next. The demon tore the weapon back out of his body and he bit back a scream.

 

“So…”

 

It was that voice again. Blood poured from the wound and soaked into his clothes. Shit.

“Have you decided to tell me what I need to know?”

 

The voice of the devil was gruffer than he had imagined, but this was not the devil. He didn't know this man, but could safely conclude that this man was an asshole. His own voice sounded distant to him and it hurt, but he spoke.

 

“Go…” he struggled with his speech. His throat was dry and his lips were parched. Oh, he was bleeding a bit, too.

 

“Spit it out!”

 

Shut up, asshole. He felt a metal-laden fist punch into his wound and he doubled over as far as he could, and let out a strangled growl, gurgling blood. Through blurry vision he could see it dripping to the floor. Shit.

 

“Now, what were you saying…?”

 

He struggled more this time. Swallowing the blood in his mouth, he lifted his head slowly. He took the time to get a better look at the petulant man. Nothing special. His neck strained under the suddenly tremendous task of holding his head up as he cleared his throat, ready to speak.

 

“Go…fuck yourself.” He managed.

 

The blow went to his head this time, faster than he had thought the man capable, and the last thing he remembered was the sound of a heavy lock and door, and those same grating footsteps leaving the cell.

 

It was dark again.

 

She's so beautiful…

 

He watched himself with her, as if he was watching the happiest moments in his life on a huge screen. Images of her smiling face flashed by, emerald eyes shining down at him. Then she was dancing in a field of flowers, her raven hair shining in the sun. The pair of them ended up tangled in bed sheets, bathed in moonlight.

It was like a corny chick flick, but they were the happiest moments in his life.

 

He had done a great deal of bad things in his life, he was a thief, a murderer, a liar, but they never showed up in this dream. All the bad things ceased to exist once he had met her. Hell, he had even quit smoking. He had been so happy… but his past had caught up with him.

Soft, warm light crept in from the corners of his vision, he could feel himself fading, happy that he had lived some of his life the way it should have been lived…am I in heaven?

 

Wham!

 

It was the fist again, plowing right into his gut, bringing him back to reality. Persistent asshole... He was back in hell.

 

Wham!

 

He choked up some more blood, not able to wonder how much time had passed since he last blacked out. His hands must have long since gone numb, the blood circulation cut off by the combination of chains and his weight. The dingy light was back on, showing him just how much blood he had lost. Why am I still alive?

 

“Welcome back.” The man said, with a malicious smile in his voice. “Eager to get back to where we left off, I see.”

 

He was panting now, having tried and failed to breathe deep and even, each pass of air to his lungs brought more pain. His past had definitely caught up, and payback was a bitch.

 

He had been in the drug dealing industry a while back and had cheated a few people. Powerful people. People you don't want adding your name to their blacklist. Years later however, his life had finally been looking good. He got away from all the stealing, drugs, killing. He had found his salvation. He had found her.

 

His life went crashing when they took her away.

 

Wham!

 

Back again.

 

“Enough stalling! Talk!” Demon reared his fist again.

 

Wham!

 

Ass. Hole. He had been tortured before, but had promptly spat out all the information they had needed to know to save his own ass, no matter who had been ratted out because of it. This time it was different. They had taken her. They were going to hurt her. So he offered himself in exchange.

 

Just…try not to scream. The demon had produced two sharp iron blades from the folds of his clothing and, in a flash, stabbed them into the palms of his victim's hands, pinning them to the wall. More blood seeped from his palms, but he couldn't feel anything there.

 

“I will kill you. If you won't talk, I'll kill you.” Still no response. Demon was getting angry.

 

He heard an annoyed grunt as the demon turned to what seemed like a surgeon's table. He didn't need to wonder what the table was for. He could see the spear from before, still dripping with his own blood. He was distracted by the smooth sound of sliding steel, and the ensuing disturbing chuckle. Shit. The man had pulled a scimitar from its sheath. Don't scream.

 

Pointing the blade into the prisoner's neck, just breaking the skin and drawing blood, the devil said the final words the thief, liar, murderer would ever hear.

 

“Was she really worth it?”

 

The blade sliced clean through his neck, spilling the last of his lifeblood onto the stone floor, already covered with blood. The demon left the cell, turning the light off and locking the door. Moonlight still shone in through the barred window and the rhythmic dripping of blood and water continued to echo off the walls.

 

Was she… really worth it?

 

He saw his life again. All of it. This time, when he was surrounded by the light, engulfed in her warmth, her smile, he didn't come back.

 

Yeah.

 

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A/N: Well? How did I do? My very first time writing. This story/scene has been bugging me for ages. I had to get it on paper. Well, computer <.<

I hope I didn't confuse anyone with all the “He”s and the “His”s XD I almost lost track!

This took only about 3 hours to write… (my excuse if it's shitty) <.<

Please, have at it and let me know what you think about my style!

P.S: Sorry there was no lemony action ^.~