Fury

Sam, Sanity

   Jaxion was standing in front of an open drawer, the one he would always check. He hesitantly reached in, pulling out two items, one which was not expected. The first item he knew was there, he saw it almost every night, insuring it was safe for as long as he possibly could. It was a photograph.

   This photo contained him and Shade, him smiling gently as he held the pup on his lap next to a lake. He turned it around to find a signature, Sam. The other item was a blade, another one still in the drawer. Jaxion put the photo down, picking up the other blade, they were amazing. They had black wood handles, gold pins in the handle, and a 6 ½ inch stainless steel blade with a rose patterning inlaid on the steel using black steel. The signature of Sam was carved in on the handles. Jaxion stared at them for a few moments, slightly confused and curious before they disappeared, along with everything else.

   The next thing he knew he was standing in another room, well, not a room really but more like a vault. The vault was full of huge piles of crystals, most of the water ones but plenty of lightning, earth, sky, black, cloud and many many other kinds. He stared at these piles, recognizing them as what he had stolen from the bank, and then the scene disappeared and changed yet again.

   This time he was in front of the bank. There were several people there, all looking frightened as black cars and red trucks surrounded them, with no one to drive them. Jaxion looked back to the bank, which promptly set itself on fire causing him to jump back as the spectators gasped, flinching back. The fire started out white before gaining other colors. Yellow, orange, red, violet, and finally black as the bank collapsed, and the scene changed.

   Now he was in a cave, in front of three bodies. On was so charred as to be unrecognizable, and they other so mutilated and blood covered, spilling onto the floor as to be puke inducing. However there was somehow to smells to them, no spreading of the puddle of blood and no smoke to the charred body. Jaxion knew who they were, and he knew who the third one in the back of the cave was. It was him.

   He was bloodied, red with blood and black with the ashes on himself, his braid nearly undone and frazzled with a streak of black going through his bloodied, dirty, silver hair. He collapsed to his knees, the two men disappearing and leaving a puddle of blood and a pile of ashes behind. He started crying, silently with remorse for what had happened. He never thought it would become like this... not while he was sane.