Short Stories

Cold Memory

        Cold, that it's, just cold. You'd think being alive for as long as it has  been, I would be used to it but no, not really, it always surprised me in the end. The cold nipping at my nose and fingers, while walking through the snow with the winds making it worse for the adventure. I just want to be home and relaxed from all the horrors that went on today. I'm tired of them coming back and seeking revenge on me. I continue to walk the same trail, I have walked a thousand times before, even covered in snow. I know where it is because I know the truth under the snow. There it is, the light from my home shining bright like the northern lights, maybe even brighter. Finally, after the long trek I can feel clean of the wrongs that I have committed, hopefully they can forgive a man, who has seen it all. Not even a man, just a pathetic piece of space that was not worth all the things that they gave him. In the end they will forgive, for what I did is what I was meant for in their eyes. Opening the door to a place I call my home, the warmth that consumes my body whole, feels me with fondness and the feeling of being cared for. 

     Though I feel warm and loved, the feeling of liquid seeping through my clothes reminds me of the crimes that I committed. Looking back, the trail I have left behind, to others it is a sight no one wants to see but to me it is quite beautiful. The snow, white and pure, the color innocence tainted by the color of rage and corruption, bloody red. The beautiful blood red, it seeps through my clothes and stains my skin, the sad truth of the color it tis not mine. Carnage, that is the word I would use to describe what I have done. I'm not proud of the blood I have spread across the ground, I know they are watching me and waiting for my next move, waiting on what I will do. I hear them talking, cursing my name and praying for my death, screaming for me to die and set them free. They don't know they may leave if they like, but their hatred and rage has chained them to me. Many choose to stay, learning and watching me, for they know the real me, one who does what they are told and carries out a simple order. Not a man out for blood but one who wishes for peace and freedom of the long life they have lived. 

            I look forward and slowly trend towards the washroom, still leaving a trail of blood reminding me of deeds. When I got inside I looked towards the mirror to finally see the massacre that is spread across my body, the stench of death is potent even if I wash the dread away it will forever be etched in my memories. Turning on the water and setting it to the highest heat it will go, letting the steam consume my body and hide it from the world. Like a protective blanket shielding me from the hatred that taints this wretched place we call home, removing my clothing was dreadful, for the blood had mostly dried by now and has stuck itself to my skin like an uninvited guest. Stepping into the scolding heat of water that burns like the flames deep in hell, only being in the water for a few seconds it has already turned pink, with a different meaning than the sweet thing it is normally connected to. Not wanting to look at it any longer I start to scrub as hard as I can to get rid of the evidence, my pale skin becoming more pinkish with the rough treatment it is getting. Even with it all scrubbed away I can still feel the sticky substance on my skin like a phantom of what is not truly there, looking back down at the water for it to be a darker shade of the light pink it once was. Not wanting to look at it any longer I stepped out of the water, grabbing a towel to dry off the rest of my sins. Stepping towards the mirror once more looking for any signs of abomination upon myself, sighing to myself knowing the deeds on my skin are wiped clean but the memory is still seared into my brain.

         I left the washroom leaving a trail of clear liquid behind, it reminds me of the earth cleaning itself with rain trying to cleanse itself of the corruption that takes place. Hopefully, it will work the same for me, maybe I can be cleansed of all my wrongdoings and be forgiven by all the poor souls that I have betrayed in my endeavors. Soon, I thought as I walked towards my safe haven known as my bedroom. Soon, they will come to take their revenge for their loved ones and family. For now, I will simply live on in this lonely building I call a home, I know the name I am called will travel like the plague to the next town over. I know they will seek the protection of the gods that they put their trust and faith into, – I also know that the gods will not listen to their pathetic prayers. They are still screaming at me, even while I put on fresh clothes, heading towards my bed to finally rest my eyes, my mind and body, to rest what is left of my soul. As I slip into my sheets and cover myself, listening to the winds grind against the walls and windows of my cold home. I feel my eyes start to close and my body goes numb from exhaustion as I let the God of Sleep -Hypnos- take me away from this cold world and let me join him in his realm of dreams.

Crunch, the sound of someone walking on snow and sadly it's getting louder as it gets closer to my home. I wish not to deal with someone after such a long day, but this person seems to have other plans as I heard loud bangs on my door. If I didn't wake up to them walking that would have surely woken me up, slowly as I can I got out of bed and walked towards my bedroom door dreading this encounter with the stranger. I start walking slower as the voices – who tend to scream or talk – start to quiet and seem to be concerned about who is at the door, now that's not good. I stop in the middle of my home waiting, listening, for the stranger to make a move. Bang! Bang! Whoever it is they are freakishly strong as the door almost broke off their hinges, nothing happens for a while but I know they are still there. The crunch of freshly fallen snow would signal that they are leaving, I hoped to hear the sound but it never came. "I know you are in there, murder.", it was said in the calmest but darkest tone I have yet to hear, "Please, leave me alone. I had only followed a simple order by the Gods." I had told the stranger behind my front door. I prayed for them to just leave me alone but to my despair the stranger talked, "Like the Gods would ask you to murder a whole town." they replied.

The voices started to scream at the stranger – who by now I know is a man – to go away, some of them were telling me to just kill the idiot fool. I wish for no more blood on my hands for the day but it seems the Gods have other plans, the one voice I am all too familiar with join the others. "Kill him. Get it over with and go back to bed, you have more work to do in the morning.", yes Nexus, as you wish. Darkness soon swirls around me consuming what is left of my humanity, many green eyes start to appear and watch me be eaten alive by corruption. I feel pity for the stranger, I can slightly hear him yell at me from behind the door. He is foolish for believing he can call me out from what I have done, I know I am guilty but I have learned to live with it. Just another scratch to be added to my sword that has been deeply stained by different types of blood, humans, hybrids, mobs, demi-gods, and even Gods. I kill whoever I must to preserve the pure nature of life and whoever my God Nexus wishes to be dead, kill those who have been tainted by corruption's vines.

I pray to anyone in the future to cross paths with me for them to run like hell, because I will not show mercy to the ones who want nothing but power and control, those who think that they can be or even defeat the Gods. Once I felt the corruption take hold I began to walk towards my sword I had seemed to drop when I was in my dazed earlier, gently picking it up as if it was some precious artifact but gripping it with so much pressure that it could break somebody's neck. I began to walk towards the door like I was on some kind of mission, grabbing the door knob and swinging it open at the same time the stranger was about to bang the door again. Thrusting my sword with much force piercing the foolish man near the heart, not feeling any ounce of empathy for this man's pain or any pity to the people who knew him. That is what separates me from them, humans have emotions, they bleed and they have a soul. As this man in front of me spits out blood with the most pathetic shocked look on his face, what did you expect for me to come out and let you kill me just like that. HA! Fucking pathetic mortal thinking it was going to be this easy for him. " If you thought that this was going to be an easy kill, you were sorely mistaken." I said so quietly as if it was for his ears only but in the darkness tone know to man, the poor man try to speak but only more blood spilled out and staining the man's shirt and sadly my front porch to, that is going to be a bitch to get out.

"I am not a man, nor am I a mortal like you. I'm not a pathetic human who thinks that they own the goddamn world.", as I say this I slowly pull out my sword to make him feel even more pain than being stabbed. It glistens with his blood in the light from my home, as he drops to the floor with a thud still slightly breathing I say the last word he will ever hear. "I am more than that, I am better than you mortals, I was chosen by the God Nexus to fill out his orders and commands. I'm only here to get rid of pests like you who taint this world, I'm not just an immortal being." I crouch down and grip his now bloody hair and yanking it so he can see me, with his eyes slowly closing and seeing the life draining from his light blue eyes, I finally speak the truth about the man known as 'DeadWolf'.

"I am a fucking God."

A/N -- Well I hope you enjoyed this short story, there might some typos so please inform me if there is. I would like feedback on what I could improve on better. Anyways thank you for reading the this and I hope you having a wonderful  day/night. Bye!