Darkness creeps in, filling my soul with an inky, choking substance. I can't get out. I can't escape. Time is passing by, leaving me well behind. The warmth that once flooded my body has now ebbed away. A numbness is now setting in.
The light of the sun no longer has care for me... is this what it's like to die?

This feeling, like wire wrapping around my heart, slowly lacerating me, it hurts. Lately it feels like I'm sinking. Sinking to the bottom of the sea. I reach towards the sun kissed surface, but it's no use, the darkness is ever quickly lapping around me. I close my eyes.... is this really what it's like?

I've never experienced anything like this before. It's like looking at your world from within a glass box, but it's so silent, and no matter how loud you yell, or how hard you pound upon the glass, you cannot be seen, cannot be heard. It's impossible to escape.

So lonely.
It feels... scary.

Is this what it's like to die? I think so. I don't like this feeling... being alone... and yet I am... fading, slowly disappearing... completely... unnoticed... this... is what it feels like... to die....

'An experiment...'

'I'm so sorry...'

'Vincent...' the voice echoed. 'Vincent...'
Repeating.
Fading.
Dark...

Silence...
Nothing except a single lonely heart-beat, and tormenting memories.
Everything had vanished. There was nothing left anymore.

Body was cold. Hard to imagine it had ever been warm, now. It didn't matter any longer. There was no reason to care anymore. A depressing inky blackness all around. Consciousness faded as more hated memories swirled around him, silent, yet his ears could still hear them, the words that had been spoken so long ago. Everything.

'Some bodyguard you are! Falling asleep on the job...
but that's okay. Hey... would you like to join me for a picnic?...'

'Lucrecia! It's your child. You can't let some guy experiment on it! Lucrecia!...'

Gunshots. Gasping as blood seeped from his body. Above him, a nasally, reedy voice in maniacal laughter. Footsteps. A sharp horrified gasp. 'oh no! Vincent!...' thick, burning green. Glass. White lab coats. 'An experiment.'

'I'm so sorry...'

Gone. Slowly, the familiar sound of a heart-beat faded, giving way to blessed sleep.

'Lucrecia...'

...

It was mid-day in Midgar, although being below-Plate made it rather hard to tell. The slums stank, streets filled with litter and muck, buildings run down and crumbling, the people didn't appear to be in any better condition either. Mostly, the slums went by the same shades, brown, which gave the already dark place an even darker completion. But once in a while, some raise of sunlight would find their way in despite the Plate; though welcome, it pouring in through the window straight into ones eyes, wasn't exactly pleasant.

Light blazed in his eyes, seeming to burn to the back of his skull. It had been a bad idea to open them. Turning his face away with a hiss and a groan, blinked owlishly up at the large black blur standing over him.
“Your up! Great! For a second I thought you were dead!

Zack scrunched his nose. Yuck! Why didn't ShinRa ever clean out Sector 9? It smelt like the potty grounds of a King Behemoth!
He splashed through a grungy puddle as he made his way to an old rundown warehouse. The walls flaked white paint as the roof crumbled inward, giving it the appearance of a squashed cake rather than a building. And those chimneys poking up there did look like skewed candles.
Gripping the handle of his broadsword, Zack stepped in through the yawning black hole before him.
"Ooh, blah!!! What a stink!" he moaned, pulling a face like he'd gotten sand in his mouth. Light was minimal, the only source coming from the opening he'd just entered. It was murky and dank with a putrid poisonous gas giving the air a thick sludginess. His head felt stuffy like someone had jammed cotton down his ears. No problem. The mako would deal with that accordingly.
Squaring his shoulders, drew the broadsword from its harness on his back, Zack strode into the darkness. He could barely see, after all, even mako enhanced eyesight could only go so far.
Claws scratched on the cracked stone floor, snuffles, grunts, growls all around, circling him as he slowly made his way further in, broadsword at the ready, his senses on the alert as he strained his ears to pinpoint their locations.
*Shcuuuufff*
Zack leapt back, startled. Heart pounding like a trip-hammer, kicked out in the direction it had happened. His foot made contact. *Thud!* "What?!" he checked again *Thud! Thud!!* "A crate?!" he couldn't believe it! He'd been caught off-guard by a crate?! “Oh. Zack man. Get a hold on yourself. Your jumping at shadows." he admonished himself lightly, then swayed. “What? Dizziness? What's going on? Wh-why... isn't the mako... working?” his legs trembled badly, forcing him to catch hold of the box lest he should collapse.
A flurry of scratches, a rumbling growl, razor-sharp teeth snapping as froth bubbled around the lips.
Zack turned.

A girl stood atop the gray stone battlements, staring out to the north. Her eyes glowed emerald green as diamond tears coursed down her cheeks. Her thick locks draped over her shoulders, falling down to her waist; it was the color of gold like the rising run somewhere to her right in the far distant east. The land was shrouded in thick fog that rolled in from the sea. Ships lay anchored in the haven, their tall masts standing like sentinels while their white sails fluttered on a sea born wind. Gulls wheeled in the sky, screeching their early morning calls.
"Milady?" a man had come up the battlement steps, his pale skin appearing even paler in the morning light as he strode towards her. His raven black hair glistened in the sun, the tips licking his shoulders. He was a pleasant faced man, tall, broad shouldered and finely built, with kind eyes and an easy smile. Yet there was always something more to him then that, she noted not for the first time as he came to stand beside her, his hands folded on the small of his back.
The top of her head came up to just below his shoulders, making her seem small compared to his great height. Her blue satin dress rustled gently as she shifted position ever so slightly. He was garbed in a simply black tunic, belted bout the waist with a leather sash and silver buckle. A long red cloak hung about his shoulders while the end that would have been brushing the walkway was draped carefully over his left arm. This man had come to her Father's kingdom but a few years ago, and still he puzzled her with his mysterious personality. It seemed almost impossible to get a full explanation out of him. But after so long, she had since stopped trying to get one. Let him be so mysterious for all she cared.

Minori stared up into the darkening sky, the far western horizon blazed red as a golden sun sank bellow. The sky was cloudless yet diamond tears fell, spattering the stones all around. Rust red hair, a mere shade lighter than the blood-wet pool he laid in, fell away from his face. A band of boyish freckles played across the bridge of his nose, enhancing the green of his eyes. Blood bubbled in the corner of his mouth to spill down his cheek. Opening his pale lips a fraction, Minori dragged a painful breath into his lunges. Long ragged cuts had been crossed down the breast of his once white shirt, now stained with his own scarlet. His eyelids fluttered closed as he drew another rasping breath. “Why Aki...? Why...?”


The night sky burned bright with a thousand dancing lights as a crescent moon cast a silver curtain over the darkened world, like a lamp-post lighting the old streets of London. A young boy with rust red hair ran past a doorway, his voice piping as he was not yet of age. “I'm late! Why do I always have to take a leak just when it's lights out? And why does the loo have t'close down at early dark? Man I hate it!” slowing to look behind him, the boy scratched his chin. “Man the Barrack-master's gonna have my hide if I don't hurry!” Taking off at top speed, skidded around the corner of a building; only to run straight into something.
OOOPPH!!!
“Ow... what on earth...?” he began, rubbing the back of his head. Then stopped, for sitting right in front of him, was someone else. Someone he had never seen before.
“Would you watch where your going?! Geez! What is with you?!” The kid snapped, his voice squeaking.
Pulling up his courage, he answered as bravely as he could. “Getting back to the barracks, I don't wanna get in trouble. And sorry to have run into you. I didn't know you were here.”
“Well look closer next time... wait.

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Curled comfortably on the throe-rug before the fire place, black nose twitching under a tail of long wisping fur, ears slightly twitching in the emanating heat, Kam slept. The thick white strip of fur running from her nose up to stop between her long lashed eyes. The black fur on the ridge of her back bristled as she snarled in her sleep.
A rocking chair creaked as a large, finely built man shifted. The newspaper sheets in his hands rustled, causing another growl to rumble in Kam's chest.
"Heh! Think she chasin' t'croaws oot o' t'corn pautch. Heheheh." the man chuckled, shacking his head before turning his attention back to his paper. He was a middle aged man, tall, broad shouldered and heavily muscled, do to the hard labour that is required to run a farm. His face, lean and high cheek-boned, was weathered. He had thin lips and a straight nose with a faintly detectable boyish band of freckles across the bridge.
Allowing a ghost of a smile to spread across his lips, blinked his hazel eyes as he read The Daily News, Farm and Stock articles.
The clanking of cups in the kitchen could be heard loudly as the farmer's wife made the afternoon tea. A moment later footsteps were heard as Annie entered the living room. She was a small woman, but nicely covered, her small jovial round face beamed as she took pride in doing even the most menial things, like preparing afternoon tea. Her raven-black hair was pulled back in a loose bun which exposed her beautiful blue-gray eyes.
"Tea! Come on Tom! Up an' oot! That's moi chair. Sit'n yer own!" she admonished playfully. At the sound of her voice, Kam snapped to attention. Tea time was always the best. Annie was a well known woman in the community, one liked by all. Her cooking skills were also known clear over the Yorkshire Dales.
Kam scurried over to Tom; despite being so rough and strong, Tom, deep down, was a softy, and she knew it, however, the only problem was, so did Annie.

Curled comfortably on the throe-rug before the fire place, black nose twitching under a tail of long wisping fur, ears slightly twitching in the emanating heat, Kam slept. The thick white strip of fur running from his nose up to stop between his long lashed eyes. The black fur on the ridge of his back bristled as he snarled in his sleep.
A rocking chair creaked as a large, finely built man shifted. The newspaper sheets in his hands rustled, causing another growl to rumble in Kam's chest.
"Heh! Think 'e chasin' t'croaws oot o' t'corn pautch. Heheheh." the man chuckled, shacking his head before turning his attention back to his paper.

A circle of deer surrounded Quatar, their antlers clacking together with every motion of their proud heads. Their fur shimmered in the day's light. Some blinked their eyes in a quiet patience, while others turned their faces away from the small carcass, overcome by horror and disgust.
“What is it Uunumrayel. What is the message that the Fathers have sent you.” a speckle backed doe called in a subdued voice. Her big lupid eyes shining in the sunlight.
Taking a deep breath, Quatar reluctantly obliged. The news he had to tell them, was indeed a woeful tale. “The Father's have given me a dream, a great evil in the west is making a mighty pilgrimage, leaving a trail of blood behind. I saw the sun turn black, the grass and leaves whither, I saw the earth burn. This evil is no longer content to destroy their own lands, they have spread out, reaching with strands of death into the far reaches of the earth. They shall not go around us, but through us. They are coming. As of yet, I do not know how we can prevent the disaster of the west, but I do know this. If a short while, there will be no place to run...”
“Uunumrayel. There has never been such a danger in a thousand millenia. How can this be?” the speckled doe with the lupid eyes enquired.
“It is my believe that they it has always been, simmering, destroying the lands it nestled in, but now, as I have already said, it is no longer content.”
“What can we do?”
“I do not know. But I ask of you to be patient and give me time to consult with the Fathers. When I have gained an answer, I shall call you together once again. You have my word that I shall not rest until that day.”
“But Uunumrayel...”
The sun was now high in the sky as it's piercing light chased the shadows away. White puffs of clouds drifted by on an almost invisible breeze. It was going to be a hot day.

Well, today started just like any other day. You wake up and eat breakfast, then brush your teeth and get changed, y'know, that sorta thing. Well, At about 12, Mom and Dad drag me and one of my sisters to the hospital to go visit our Grandpa. That was a nice encounter, much better than last time I can tell you. We stayed for awhile, but at about 1 we decided it was time to go home. Dad had to go to work and all. Well, when I got home, I packed up my laptop, and walked to the library. I haven't written another entry in Souls of the Fathers yet. But well, that's okay. I was on a bit of a writers block anyway. But that's not the biggest thing to happen to me yet.
Well, when I got to the library, I set up my computer and started checking my mail, I have Facebook. I tried to get into contact with a friend of mine, Valerie, 1 because I haven't talked to her in a while. And 2, her Dad just left home for good, her parents got a divorce.
Nothing happened, so I waited for a while. While I was waiting, just poking about on the web minding my own business, when I got a message. I thought "Great! Valerie's answered!" But it wasn't who I had thought at all. It was a request to be a friend by some Japanese guy called Sano Mizuri. He was really cute. And I like making new friends so I said yes. And the strangest conversation irrupted. I started it off by noticing that he was from the Osaka Academy, Nice. And that he wanted to go to Tokyo University. Kool. Nothing wrong with that. We talked for a while, like I said, he's been in Alberta for 6 months. And he also visited the "English Peoples" has he so put it, when he was a little boy. And I was thinking, for someone who's only lived in Canada for 6 months, he's got some good english on him. And he kept apologizing for his bad english, and for being so hard to understand. I told him it was no problem and that he did not need to apologize.
Then he said something that caught me completely off guard.