Berserker

Discontent.

I don't remember much. Well.. besides the constant memories that stain my subconscious. Like my brains trying to shield itself from insanity. I cant seem to even remember my own name, fuck... it hurts to even try.

All I remember is this branding. I've been branded, For what i don't know. Its like someone stuck a hot iron to my skin except there wasn't any loose flesh.. Just a hole carved out into some pattern.

I thought I'd try writing to see if it jogs anything in my head.. sadly nothing.

*folds pocket book and tucks into the cracks of his armor"

*footsteps*

*under breath* "Fuck"

*ducks down behind a tree*

Unknown voice: "I swear to the gods I heard him this way!"

"Fucking bandits.."

*he tucks his sword positioning it as to not be seen from behind the tree*

His sword is full of chips and is almost completely blunt. Though its width and length is more adjacent to a giant club than a sword.

The same can be said about his armor. Black and full of cuts, cracks and chips. It looks like it hasn't been washed or tended to in months.

*footsteps approach his tree*

Grabbing him before he can call out to his friends, he slams the bandit on the floor, breaking his neck. The spine and vertebrae sticking out from his neck.

Bandits: "FUCK.. HE GOT AVICE."

Lifting the body up, the bandit, also raises his crossbow aiming for the head.

The bandit fires a bolt, sticking it straight into his friend's chest.

Bandit: "FUCK GUYS, OVER HER-"

The bandit doesn't have a chance to finish his sentence as his friends body collides with him knocking him to the ground. Moving the body out the way the only thing he can see is the bottom of a boot.

With a sickening crack his jaw dislocates, his words now turned into senseless blabbering which ends with a second blow to his skull.

*CRACK*

The two other bandits look in horror.

Bandit: "you.. YOU FUCKER"

They both rush at the man, swords drawn. The man in dark, broken armor lifts his cloak the bandits sword cutting through it. He takes this as his chance. He tries to lift his sword.

Nothing.

The day's of unrest are finally getting to him. He drops the sword and unsheathes his dagger plunging it into the bandits neck. The other bandit landed a blow on the man's armor, completely shattering his shoulder piece drawing blood.

He leans in with the sword slicing his arm further but bashing the other man back. Realizing the bandits staggered he runs to grab the bleeding bandits sword.

 Choking on blood he can do nothing as he watches.

The man picks up the sword and drives it into the bandits chest sending him to the ground.

"AHHHH"

*CRUNCH*

In a rage filled scream giving him the last bit of adrenaline to finish the fight he lifts his leg and smashes his skull.

Falling to the ground he huffs on the verge of passing out.

He crawls to his sword. Daylight starts to shine through the trees..

He holds himself up with his sword.

*ahhhh*

He groans.

Picking his shattered armor from his shoulder.

Slowly he makes his way towards a cave near a stream. Putting down his sword he starts to doze off from a mix of exhaustion and blood loss. The first time the man has slept in days.

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Tsu..

TSU...

GETSU WAKE UP..

YOU HAVE TO GET UP.

Getsu leaps up.

Hundreds.. No.. thousands of hands envelope him. All yearning for life, death, misery, pleasure. whatever they can get their hands on. They need him. They need flesh ...