Fury

Returning

   Jaxion passed out, shortly waking back up in the cave. The puddle and pile had gone as he sat up, crying, his tears dropping to the scorched ground that surrounded him. He sat there for a few moments, recollecting and understanding before he took a shaky breath and stood up. He walked out of the cave with a newfound zeal towards the town, he would not be seen until he made himself seen as he went past the guards and others who may report him. He managed to reach his home after a little while and climbed in through the window, he searched for his faithful companion, Shade.

   She was lying mournfully on her bed by the chair, not moving but to wrinkle her nose and curl up tighter as some horrible smells entered the room. Jaxion walked over to her quietly and softly said, "Hey Shade...wake up, I'm home." She opened her eyes and jumped, turning to him and yelping before taking a few paces back as she bumped into the chair. He frowned some, "I'm not dead, I simply teleported to recollect myself and...the things I've done and what should be done with myself. I mean you no harm."

   She stepped back towards him, quivering as her flattened ears lifted a bit, sniffing him and gagging. "J-Jaxion? Are you... reall-ly back-k?" She looked like she was going to cry, while trying not to puke.

   "Yes, I'm back...the smell you're reeling from is...is......well I don't think I can tell you, although you'll find out eventually..." He replied solemnly. She lowered her head a bit, sitting down before raising it again, her tail starting to wag a bit.

   "I-I'm glad you're back... I'm glad my friend is back." She stood up and walked a bit closer. "But you need a bath."

   He laughed some and held his head with one hand, beginning to cry a little but stopped rather promptly, "Yes...yes you are correct. I'll be back."

   He stood and walked over to the elevator, having it take him to his room, gathering clothes before heading to the bathroom and taking a bath. He got out after a moment and dried himself off before taking a good long look at himself in the mirror.

   After having cleaned himself thoroughly, rubbing his skin raw as if that would somehow cleanse him of all he had done, make him forget what he saw, he still didn't feel clean. His face was distorted in regret and sorrow, his memories of the faces of those he had murdered clearly beside his. He looked cleaned, a little red from the frantic scrubbing, yet all he could see was the red and black of his victims. The ash clinging to the red skin, mixed in as if the blood would forever be there.

   His hair was still silver, as was his left eye, yet a large lock of his hair and his right eye were completely, utterly black. Blacker than the ashes and charred skin, blacker than a starless and moonless night, as black as a forbidden void of which he couldn't return... He knew what this was from, it was the forbidden spell he used to burn down the bank. A flame that wouldn't go out so that those grounds were forever unusable, cursed, and any who tried approaching would die horribly from those flames. He felt ashamed, very very guilty and regretful as he thought of what he had done, what he had caused and become.... All this over being fired? He was insane.

   He took in all of this and sighed, his zeal yet unwavered. He went downstairs after putting on his change of clothes. "Shade, come to the city square. I have something to show the people." Is all he said before walking out the door towards the city square, not at all attempting to hide himself anymore.