Post by Evil Riddle on Nov 23, 2014 0:08:02 GMT
Charles roamed about, still finding it a bit hard to believe waht he was doing. The letters on his shacking hands had an aura of their own, a sort of presence. The argument of wether or not do what he needed to do, but didn`t want to. He reached into his pocket and removed the photo he had taken from the cop. The dead cop. The one he murdered brutally and in cold blood, possessed by Chaoskimeramon. A good man only trying to do his job and Charles had ended his life on that instant. Was he even worth anything now? He had turned wife into widow and daughter into orphan. Well, half orphan in this case, as her mother was still alive (Charles hoped). There was still blood on his clothes, despite the coloring helping to disguice it a bit. The blood had come from the pool the man left, after being stabbed through the stomach by Nightspellmon. Most people would say they couldn`t even imagine the pain the man had felt with his slow, excruciating death.
But not Charles. Charles had felt worse pain. The pain of not one dying body, but thousands of angry murdered souls, whose desire for revenge managed to overpower Charles`s and Nighspellmon`s combined wills, turning them into nothing more than rabid dogs on humanoid bodies. Charles had completly lost control, much to his regret.
Truly. few could blame Charles more than he blamed himself. The guilt was consuming him, the idea of the horros he did surpassed his fear of what might happen to him next. With all the resolve he could summon, Charles shook his head and shoved the picture back into his pockets.
He looked at the wooden door of the apartment. If he started this, there would be no turning back. Charles looked at the peice of paper in his hand, considering his next action. It would define his fate. It would seal his fate, enforce his own decision upon him. Charles found himself thinking about his (former?) girlfriend, Mana. That girl, she had been a beacon of hope for him...and he did to her the most horrible things, apart from killing her. How could she ever forgive him? It was only natural her partner never wanted him and her to see each other again?
Charles looked at the letterhe wrote to the family of the man he killed in his unwilling madness. If he put it under this door now, it would be done. From that point on, he`d have to leave the human world, his birth world, soon , never to come back.