Re: The Glorious Championship! [S3G5] [Round Two: The Kestalvian Rainforest]
08-19-2011, 12:55 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by veerserif.
"I want you to kill Elli."
Did I read that wrong?
"What? Elimine is our friend! Why would we even think of -"
But as Etiyr continued, the words bounced around in Gabe's skull, and the why became how.
Etiyr's words turned into sounds as he read. Will you do this for me? The voice of a caring man rippled through his thoughts, warm and safe, a gentle request. Etiyr was just concerned for him and Gabe, right? For us?
It's for her own good. An older voice, deeper, wiser, like a pillar of rock in the confusion of his mind. A voice to be obeyed and trusted.
You care about me, don't you? You love me. A low voice, whispered in his ear, each syllable smooth and warm. He wanted to wrap himself in that soft tone. Love.
"The only way." Yes. The best way. The only way.
"You'll save her." Gabe nearly nodded. He could feel his arm twisting and reshaping, but distantly.
He was crying. He was crying? He closed his eyes and sucked in a deep breath, willing the tears away.
He opened his eyes again, and the voices were quiet.
"Elli?" It was barely a whisper. He raised the axe-hand high.
"I want you to kill Elli."
Did I read that wrong?
"What? Elimine is our friend! Why would we even think of -"
But as Etiyr continued, the words bounced around in Gabe's skull, and the why became how.
Etiyr's words turned into sounds as he read. Will you do this for me? The voice of a caring man rippled through his thoughts, warm and safe, a gentle request. Etiyr was just concerned for him and Gabe, right? For us?
It's for her own good. An older voice, deeper, wiser, like a pillar of rock in the confusion of his mind. A voice to be obeyed and trusted.
You care about me, don't you? You love me. A low voice, whispered in his ear, each syllable smooth and warm. He wanted to wrap himself in that soft tone. Love.
"The only way." Yes. The best way. The only way.
"You'll save her." Gabe nearly nodded. He could feel his arm twisting and reshaping, but distantly.
He was crying. He was crying? He closed his eyes and sucked in a deep breath, willing the tears away.
He opened his eyes again, and the voices were quiet.
"Elli?" It was barely a whisper. He raised the axe-hand high.