It was all so simple.
Like some sick joke, really. I couldn’t believe I hadn’t
figured it out before .
*. . . Its Summer’s blood*
It all just came together. . . the pieces of a puzzle I never
knew I had. . . Or maybe I did.
*Strong is fighting. It's hard, and it's painful, and it's everyday*
It was cheesy really, the way it happened. Like something
right out of Hollywood. The classic ‘epiphany’ before ones
demise. . .whatever the hell that is. I stared at the sun,
this beautiful sunrise. . . I stared right at it, my eyes
clear. . .and I heard. . . .music.
Hey, I told you it was cheesy.
At first it was a . . .humming. A murmur of notes that sounded
so familiar. . .Then it grew, into voices and tones, and
instruments I couldn’t quite put my finger on. I didn’t really
want to. I remember staring at that sun, that light, that
world I was born into but never meant to enter. . . and I
remember smiling.
*Promise me you’ll protect her*
I knew what I had to do. . .
I wanted to do it. . .
Don’t get the wrong idea. . .I wasn’t suicidal. . .at least I
don‘t think . I just realized that. . .it was my time.
*One girl in all the world. . .*
Ironic isn’t it. I spent all of my life trying to stay out of
the fire. . .and ended up jumping into the flames headfirst.
It seems like sort of a waste, doesn’t it? An entire lift time
for this one moment?. . . That’s what it was, really. My life
was simply years culminating in this:
Saving the world. . .
Again. . .
It makes sense, really. . . I gave up everything for humanity-
my childhood, my soul mate, my family. . .Its only logical I
give up the only thing I had left. . .Hell, why waste all my
sacrifices, right? What could be so important that I would let
all that go in vain. . .
My life maybe?
*I just want a normal life. . .*
Nah.
I did what I had to do.
I knew then that no matter what I said, Dawn would always
blame herself. . .and for that, I am truly sorry. I only hope
that my friends. . . no . . .her friends now-her family, will
help the pain ease. This wasn’t her fault. . .It was meant to
be. . .Destined like everything else in my life. . .
That whole ‘life flashes before my eyes thing’ ? Not true. I
didn’t remember what I wore to my best friends third birthday
party in a flashy newsreel of my life, anymore that you would
any ordinary day of the week. . .
Though. . . there was this second. . .this moment just before
I was caught in the light. . .like a . . .I don’t know, a
pause maybe? Sort of like time stopped, like I was caught
in this massive chronological mistake that forced me to stare
into the eyes of my death. . .What’ll really scare you is what
I felt, staring into this abyss of nothingness. . .I felt
nothing but pure happiness.
*Just a girl? That’s what I always say. . .*
Sick isn’t it?
Not because I was dying, not really. . .not even because of
some twisted sense of nobility. . .I was happy just. . .
because.
I didn’t want to die. . .nobody does. But I couldn’t let Dawn
die. . . she was my legacy. . .my salvation. . .my chance at a
life, a true life, a real life- not the mockery that was handed
to me. Letting her die was a non-option. . .so I jumped. and
Time stopped.
*Forever? Is Forever alright with you?*
And started once again.
I kind of just floated there, really. I stepped off that metal
grate and slipped into that brilliant light and I felt it
breathing. Alive all around me, encasing me, encompassing me,
swallowing me whole in this gaping maw of brilliant energy.
My blood roared in my head for a second longer, as my sister’s
scream reverberated in my memory. The music I’d heard when I
stared at that sunrise crashed in my brain and I just wanted
it to stop. . .it all to just disappear.
*Its over. . .I’m done*
And it did. . . And all was quiet.
Note to the listening-this whole deal had nothing to do with
Glory, or Dawn, or this potential Armageddon. . . this was . . .
no. . . this IS about something bigger. Some huge change. . .
a twist in the order of things, a curve in time, a knot in
history, whatever you want to call it . . . Call it the next
Big Bang for all I care, but whatever it is- Its coming, and
when it does it’ll roll in like a hurricane and leave nothing
in its wake. . .leave everything in its wake.
Sound obscure? It is. . .but. . .
*. . .And she will be called. . .*
Things will be different now.
Not because of Glory. . .she was just the catalyst.
Not because of Dawn, she was simply the energy behind it. . .
Hell, not even because of me. . I’m nothing to this ‘cause’
or ‘crusade’ or whatever the hell it is. No, this was a work
on its own, and the energy behind it will leave a wave
crashing on all dimensions, and I can only pray they’re strong
enough to take it.
And what about me? What am I?
*I’m the Slayer. . . I don’t want to be the Slayer. . . *
Think of me as the coming down period.
*Death is my gift. . .*
And trust me, It’ll come down. . .
Hard.
I should know. . .
I did.
*Death is your gift. . . *
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