Snippet #2133704

The tall, slender, caped figure was wearily dragging his feet along the dirt path under the starlit sky, beaten almost to submission by the torrent of water that fell down from the stormclouds above. He almost felt like crying, he had been stripped of the happy life he had once lived on his manor and was now a fugitive with nowhere to run to. He could only keep fleeing, keep fleeing until the church finally caught up to him. He could feel his boots squelching in the path that was slowly turning to mud, a feeling he had never experienced before due to his isolation in the manor. It was not a pleasant experience, and Edward expected he would be able to describe all his experiences from now on in such a manner. Squelch. Squelch. Squelch. He trudged forward down the churned up path, hoping he could find something at the end of it.

Edward found something alright, but that something was not the village with an inn where he could rest his weary bones, it was something far different. The squelching of his boots were greeted by the squelching of another three pairs', but these boots were moving at a much more brisk pace than his. They were also clinking, and that could only mean one thing, he was being approached by armoured soldiers. Edward stopped dead in his tracks and looked forward to see three men, all of them clad in suits of steel and carrying weapons. Two were clutching swords in their right hands and shields in their left. The other was carrying a lance, gripping the wooden hilt in both hands. He stepped forward towards Edward and stopped a few paces away from him, close enough to skewer him with his lance.
"Look kid, you know why we're here." he stated straightforwardly, "If you surrender now, you'll get to live a bit longer and you'll die a more humane death. Willing to accompany us to the courts for your trial?"
"N-no..." Edward stammered out, forcing out the words with extreme effort.
He wasn't about to let that bishop sneer at him as he died, and he wasn't going to endure the pain and humiliation of the rigged trial he would surely face.
"You're a brave young man." the soldier complimented, "It's a shame I have to kill you."
With that, he lunged forward with his lance, aiming straight for Edward's forehead. Edward could feel time slowing down before him as he saw the lance slowly driving itself towards his forehead. He felt like just allowing the spear to pierce his head and end his miserable life for what seemed like a few seconds, but then a sudden wave of determination washed over him, washing away his will to die. He swung his hands towards the hilt of the spear and gripped it tightly as he released dark energy into its shaft, causing it to rot away in the soldiers hands. The spearhead fell to the ground and sploshed into the mud, a sound that brought Edward's perception of time back to normal. The soldier stepped backwards in terror as Edward was gripped with a steely conviction to kill all these men on the spot. He flicked his wrist forward and a black flash shot from his hand an embedded itself within the soldier's throat, causing his lifeless body to drop to the ground, squelching in the mud. Undaunted, his companions rushed forwards, swords raised high. Edward gripped the neck of one and released dark energy into the man's body, causing his neck to rot away in Edward's grasp. His head fell next to the body of his companion, and there was a soft clink as their open-faced helmets collided gently. Edward was about to do the same thing to the other soldier as he spun round, only to find the soldier's sword swung at his face. Edward stumbled backwards, but the sword still cut into his forehead, and he could feel it ripping through his flesh and grazing against his skull. Edward had never felt pain so intense in his whole life, but it only spurred him on. He narrowly avoided the soldier's next swipe and pressed his palm against the man's face. He released a massive burst of dark energy fueled by rage, causing the man's skull to explode inside his helmet, killing him instantly.

Edward felt the adrenaline rush suddenly fading away, making the pain in his forehead more intense and his desire to kill evaporated into thin air. He was a murderer now, he had killed three men. He stumbled away, horrified by the atrocity he had committed, blood streaming from his forehead and into his eyes, clouding his vision. His eyes stung madly as he trudged away, unaware of where he was going, but he thought he could feel grass under his boots as well as mud. Edward's willpower finally ran out, and he dropped to the ground, out could.