Wangxian Prompt/Self-fill Dump

He who has waited Pt 1

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Wei Ying quickly and quietly shuts the door he had just dashed into. He looks around frantically and finds space just big enough to curl up i to between an old bookcase and a dresser of sorts. He moves as quick and quietly as he can, the sounds of the others screaming, slamming and running all over the place thankfully covering up any sounds he might have made. Wei Ying is thankful he chose the black hanfu without the pretty designs on it. It would help him blend in with the darkness and shadows. He had barely settled in place, hands quickly covering his mouth and nose to muffle his shaky breaths and any other terrified noises he might make when the door to the room suddenly creeks open. He goes still, his heart going from its rabbited pace to almost stopping in fright as he catches just the sliver of mourning white as this stranger who had attacked them walks silently into the room.

There was a legend surrounding this lonely stretch of woods, telling of a being who was once a man. The man had been a paragon of all that was light and just in the world. However he dared to commit a single sin: to love another. The man was born into a clan of rules and just righteousness. Was raised to be their perfect disciple and representative. But when he fell in love and requested sanctuary for that love. His clan betrayed him. Joined others, who gave into their greed for power, their lust for fame and their paranoia. His beloved and many innocent lives were brutally taken, no one seemed to notice or care that thoses they slaughter had been the sick, elderly and even a young babe. They killed them all. His beloved was tortured and then executed after nearly a year. He himself was brutally punished for his crimes of trying to protect 'the enemy' from justice.

The man broke that day and came back a demon. He slaughtered everyone who aided in the killing of innocents, the murder of his beloved, who despite what many said or thought of him, was the purest and kindest soul he has ever known. A man of true righteousness and justice. They had not only tortured and killed him, they had shattered his soul, in hopes he would never be reincarnated. However, the man turned demon collectes the fragments after he had gotten his revenge. He came back to the very forest his beloved had once fled to when the world turned its back on him. There he built a home, buried the innocents who died and searched endlessly for his beloved until his dying day...

Or so the story had gone..

But stories of those who ventured intot he forest, dared to disturb the Man In Mourning; storys of mysterious deaths and happenings came about and stuck for centuries even as the world changed from myths and legends to the modern era. Wei Ying had only come to this place because he had been forced by Wen Chao, his bully and tormentor, least the bastard reveals that Wei Ying is one of the 1% of humans who are born dual sexed. These people are either treated terribly or are seen as some exotic pet to be owned. Wei Ying shudders to think what the oily bastard has planned to 'keep his silence' and all that...

Wei Ying blinks his eyes as the man in white, the Mourner, pauses at the desk just before Wei Ying's hiding spot. The young man mentally squeaks in fright before begging the man to go away. He watches the man stand there, seemingly looking at the room and trying to figure out where Wei Ying was hiding before he finishes walking around the desk and back towards the door. Wei Ying listens as best he can for the sound of the door opening and closing. Does not dare to leave his hiding spot until almost an hour has passed. By then his ass is beyond numb, his back is screaming at him his joints are all stiff and weak. He only dares to leave after that one hour and slowly crawls out of his hiding spot. He keeps any sounds that want to escape his lips at bay, unable to mute the soumds of stiff joints cracking and popping. The soumds like fireworks going off in the silence of the room. He has not heard any sounds for some time and wonders of the others are either dead or have fled. He was so focused on not making a sound, of not drawing the Mourner's attention to himself, he tuned out everything until the silence was amplified by the lack of sound.

It takes him an embarrassing 15 mintues just to stand up and he so wants to groan and sigh, but fights off the urge with a viciousness reserved only for Wang Lingjiao. He shakes himself as best he can to hopefully get some kind of circulation and function back and turns to flee the room only to scream in fright as the Mourner stands there on the otherside of the desk. Wei Ying yelps and falls onto his sore ass and scrambles back against the wall, his lips trembling with fright and trying to beg for mercy. But they refuse to emit any soumds other than wordless whimpers. Silver eyes grow wide with terror as the Mourner comes walking towards him, his steps unheard and a frightful chill clings to him unlike the chill of death. He thinks he is about to die and his last thoughts are that he should have gone with his Shijie to the festival. The man in white looms over him and reaches for him just as his world tunnelsnin and fades into black....