-iftomorrow- ((The decision))
Nov. 24th, 2004 03:36 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
not_the_shell"You can't blame me anymore."
"Why not?" I countered.
"Because there is no time...not anymore! And there is no me."
Yet she stood before me, a ghost more real than I, who commanded not only Wesley's life but everyone here in the hotel. How could I ever truly live within this form when that would always remain? When she would? Her words meant little.
"Don't you dare run away from this...not when this is what you wanted."
Fred's hands upon me, moving me, pushing me aside as if I were but a twig to be trampled upon. "No..." The spell of the witch, it must be. There could be no other explanation as to her strength in which she released my hold upon Wesley.
"It is your life now, and your pain....but what did you say?"
"NO!" I could not release my hand from hers. We were intertwined and it would not break free...Wesley might very well perish before the both of us and I would not be able to assist.
"Pain is helpful. Most do not understand that it strengthens as much as punishes, yet I sense you do..."
"Do not use my own words against me. I have yours that lie within me for that purpose!" I wrested my hand free from hers finally, pushing backwards on unstable feet until I found myself somehow pressed against Wesley. The three of us connected by contact of skin upon skin, yet something else...some power I could sense yet could not place...
"Something is coming, something beyond me. Something I wouldn't have been strong enough to fight. It is the way I can accept...it is the only way....you are supposed to be here. Don't you dare walk away from that."
A challenge thrown down to me. To become something I am not. "I do not...understand." The words would not come from my throat, rather from the depths of my stomach, my soul, the place where Fred's heart had beat once. "Are you here, then, to task me with a mission? One that...we might not win save for the fact you are dead?"
If that were the truth, I would fight. A glorious victory, blood dripping from my fingers as it never would if Fred had been in battle. And while I would do it for Wesley...which...I was still uncertain as to why...
I would do it for myself as well.
"Why not?" I countered.
"Because there is no time...not anymore! And there is no me."
Yet she stood before me, a ghost more real than I, who commanded not only Wesley's life but everyone here in the hotel. How could I ever truly live within this form when that would always remain? When she would? Her words meant little.
"Don't you dare run away from this...not when this is what you wanted."
Fred's hands upon me, moving me, pushing me aside as if I were but a twig to be trampled upon. "No..." The spell of the witch, it must be. There could be no other explanation as to her strength in which she released my hold upon Wesley.
"It is your life now, and your pain....but what did you say?"
"NO!" I could not release my hand from hers. We were intertwined and it would not break free...Wesley might very well perish before the both of us and I would not be able to assist.
"Pain is helpful. Most do not understand that it strengthens as much as punishes, yet I sense you do..."
"Do not use my own words against me. I have yours that lie within me for that purpose!" I wrested my hand free from hers finally, pushing backwards on unstable feet until I found myself somehow pressed against Wesley. The three of us connected by contact of skin upon skin, yet something else...some power I could sense yet could not place...
"Something is coming, something beyond me. Something I wouldn't have been strong enough to fight. It is the way I can accept...it is the only way....you are supposed to be here. Don't you dare walk away from that."
A challenge thrown down to me. To become something I am not. "I do not...understand." The words would not come from my throat, rather from the depths of my stomach, my soul, the place where Fred's heart had beat once. "Are you here, then, to task me with a mission? One that...we might not win save for the fact you are dead?"
If that were the truth, I would fight. A glorious victory, blood dripping from my fingers as it never would if Fred had been in battle. And while I would do it for Wesley...which...I was still uncertain as to why...
I would do it for myself as well.
