Nessa walked through the woods of what appeared to be a park in Neo Tokyo, or Nu Tokyo as some of the team Kobayashi liked to call it.
Her clothes were torn, and some rain had started to fall as she went along the mock pass among the trees wetting her hair and her clothes little by little.
She moves part of her hair from her face slowly with her hand as the rain continued to fall, a bit more strongly now. She started to walk a bit more slowly, as if arriving to her destination.
She sniffled as she approached the body of a fallen friend, Yevgeni laid on the ground lifeless, his weapon scattered on his side. She knelt beside him and caressed his hair, as if trying to awake him with the gesture.
-"Oni-chan..." she whispered holding back her tears.
Standing up from the ground shaking with grief, she started to walk again finding now the body of Joe Armand, his eyes facing toward the sky, without light.
She knelt beside him as she did beside Yevgeni and closed his eyes whispering yet another 'Oni-chan' and resumed her walk in what appeared to be, the road of death.
She broke down in tears as she knelt beside Alexei, she caressed his hair and face as she cried hard now. Alexei was her 'son', her brother, the child she had helped grow amidst the wars and hardships. Her 'son' laid dead now in the ground, and she crumbled in pain.
She slowly stood up, fixing Alexei's jacket as if tucking him into sleep, she fixed his hair as well and said some things into his ear. She resumed her walk along that road, crying soundly now.
She walked up to some stone steps that appeared suddenly before her, she went up slowly, almost falling with each step, the rain still fell over her. When she finally got to the top, she saw the beginning of this great hallway, dark, alone, silent. She walked toward it, as if called from within. When she reached the end, she saw two more bodies laying on the ground.
She shook violently, bracing herself on the nearby wall to not fall on the ground, she cried even more now as she slid opposite the wall toward the ground.
There lay the bodies of Witold and Aleksandr, her heart broke as she saw them lifeless in the ground, she yelled in her grief as she fought to rise from the floor and walked over to them, but she fell near them, and with her hand she grabbed Aleksandr's lifeless hand, with the other she grabbed Witold's nearby arm. She stayed like that for what seemed hours, holding on as if for dear life, a life which she saw was leaving her, extinct, pointless.
In her tears, words came out from her mouth, but inaudible, in her tears she grabbed Witold's nearby sword, still the other hand grabbed Aleksandr's hand.
With a swift stroke she cut her neck, bleeding profusely, falling to her death beside Aleksandr and Witold. The life of her eyes cut short, becoming grey from her deep blue.
Aleksandr yelled as he awoke from his dream, shaking wildly, feeling his tears on his face, he cried then hiding his eyes with his hands, almost not being capable of breathing. When he finally was able to calm himself, he saw the time in his bedside clock, it was two in the afternoon,well after his usual nap after a well prepared lunch.
-"It was just a nightmare...(he said to himself to ease his mind) too much tranquility can often lead to that, remember that Aleksandr...remember..." he said shaking the bad feelings away from his mind, away from his soul.
But the problem was not that it was a nightmare, when Aleksandr is concerned nightmares and dreams sometimes are the same, nightmares can become premonitions, dreams can become reality, so in his heart he could only hope that this was indeed fiction.
Her clothes were torn, and some rain had started to fall as she went along the mock pass among the trees wetting her hair and her clothes little by little.
She moves part of her hair from her face slowly with her hand as the rain continued to fall, a bit more strongly now. She started to walk a bit more slowly, as if arriving to her destination.
She sniffled as she approached the body of a fallen friend, Yevgeni laid on the ground lifeless, his weapon scattered on his side. She knelt beside him and caressed his hair, as if trying to awake him with the gesture.
-"Oni-chan..." she whispered holding back her tears.
Standing up from the ground shaking with grief, she started to walk again finding now the body of Joe Armand, his eyes facing toward the sky, without light.
She knelt beside him as she did beside Yevgeni and closed his eyes whispering yet another 'Oni-chan' and resumed her walk in what appeared to be, the road of death.
She broke down in tears as she knelt beside Alexei, she caressed his hair and face as she cried hard now. Alexei was her 'son', her brother, the child she had helped grow amidst the wars and hardships. Her 'son' laid dead now in the ground, and she crumbled in pain.
She slowly stood up, fixing Alexei's jacket as if tucking him into sleep, she fixed his hair as well and said some things into his ear. She resumed her walk along that road, crying soundly now.
She walked up to some stone steps that appeared suddenly before her, she went up slowly, almost falling with each step, the rain still fell over her. When she finally got to the top, she saw the beginning of this great hallway, dark, alone, silent. She walked toward it, as if called from within. When she reached the end, she saw two more bodies laying on the ground.
She shook violently, bracing herself on the nearby wall to not fall on the ground, she cried even more now as she slid opposite the wall toward the ground.
There lay the bodies of Witold and Aleksandr, her heart broke as she saw them lifeless in the ground, she yelled in her grief as she fought to rise from the floor and walked over to them, but she fell near them, and with her hand she grabbed Aleksandr's lifeless hand, with the other she grabbed Witold's nearby arm. She stayed like that for what seemed hours, holding on as if for dear life, a life which she saw was leaving her, extinct, pointless.
In her tears, words came out from her mouth, but inaudible, in her tears she grabbed Witold's nearby sword, still the other hand grabbed Aleksandr's hand.
With a swift stroke she cut her neck, bleeding profusely, falling to her death beside Aleksandr and Witold. The life of her eyes cut short, becoming grey from her deep blue.
Aleksandr yelled as he awoke from his dream, shaking wildly, feeling his tears on his face, he cried then hiding his eyes with his hands, almost not being capable of breathing. When he finally was able to calm himself, he saw the time in his bedside clock, it was two in the afternoon,well after his usual nap after a well prepared lunch.
-"It was just a nightmare...(he said to himself to ease his mind) too much tranquility can often lead to that, remember that Aleksandr...remember..." he said shaking the bad feelings away from his mind, away from his soul.
But the problem was not that it was a nightmare, when Aleksandr is concerned nightmares and dreams sometimes are the same, nightmares can become premonitions, dreams can become reality, so in his heart he could only hope that this was indeed fiction.
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