Sometimes memories can kill the Soul

[Kiara Johnson]

Ok, this is just the ending of a very long life's story.  The male parts were written by a r.p friend of mine, this is an actual character kill off I and he did together in a R.p site.  I just loved how it came out and so, here it is, this is it, there is no more so don't ask.



Kalindria walked along the lakeshore, her eyes red from crying, her mood solemn and her whole aura sending off sadness unknown to the normal happy-go-lucky- Werefox Queen.

She had spent the entire night at the graveyard, where her fallen 'family' members reside and she had been thinking of her punishment to the humans. This was something she would never forgive herself for, something inexcusable, even in the aftermath of what had been done to her kind, there had been no excuse, and that is just what she continued to tell herself.

She came upon a spot where the rocks had seemed to had gathered and waded in, her feet already bare, not caring about the dress she wore, it seemed that nothing mattered, in all reality, not really, not now.

Caine sighed heavily, this was the part of the job he hated, but it was the part that was the most important. He was a defender of humanity, and its foes come in all shapes and sizes. It wouldn't be the first time that he had to destroy something of beauty, but beauty could be deceiving.

To destroy one man in cold blood was case enough for his judgment. But to destroy fifty plus, and even women and children was to merit the coldest punishment a guardian had to offer. It was his job and he had work to do.

"Kalindria, Werefox Queen" He muttered in his head. "Widow, husband killed by poachers; Crime, Murder of the highest degree. Sentence..." he took a deep breath to calm himself. "Death."

He strode from the woods purposefully towards the Werefox. A pistol in his hand, the barrel leveled at her head.

"Kalindria, prepare to stand trial and judgment."

Kalindria didn't even look up; she stared down into the clear waters of the lake, her head bent down and the water climbing up her dress as it hung limply in the waters. She was so still, the tears falling from her eyes cold be seen as they hit the surface causing the ripples to waver outwards until they reach the shore, not all too far away.

"Conner, I had wondered when you would be around. I didn't think that our next meeting would be as pleasant as our first." She started, the tears still falling from her eyes. "Kill me, go ahead, it would be a lot more pleasant to sift off into the safety of darkness, than to live with what I have done..." She went on, as she took yet another step into the lake, her movement slow, almost zombie like, just like her normally sweet voice, dead.

"If you hadn't come along, I would have been dead the next time you saw me anyway, so what difference does it make really? You kill me, I kill me, no matter, I am not what I thought I was, I'm a monster, just like all those men, not too long ago. Only difference, I feel sorrow for what I did..." She finished, taking a few more steppes into the lake.

Caine pulled back the hammer of the pistol. His face was set and as grim as death itself.

"You of all people should realize that I am not one for poetic talk." The barrel remained locked on her head. His finger brushed lightly on the trigger, his eyes cold and fierce, penetrating straight into Kalindria's inhuman soul.

"It's customary that I give those I judge some time to speak in their own defense, do you wish that last request?"

Kalindria turned her head to him, her emerald eyes looking just as sad as any could.

"Poetic talk Conner, I only speak the truth and you know it. Go ahead, kill me, show me before I die just how insensitive the human race is, show me how it hasn't changed any, go ahead, and show me that I am dying, by your hand, because of what your people did to me and my kind, show me that I am right, show me, then maybe, just maybe." She paused, the tears still running freely from her once bright and happy emerald eyes. "I will rest in peace, knowing what I did, was not so wrong. Show me how cruel humans really are." She finished, her eyes locked on his.

She was not going to talk him out of it, she had come here to die, the near invisible, glass like, sword she held at her side lifted and she brought it to point at her chest. "Kill me Conner, so that I can rest, or I will do it and deny you the satisfaction of the kill you so long for." She pressed the blade against her chest and the tip penetrated the skin there, her crimson blood began to flow out, staining the white gown she wore. She did not wince against the pain, her eyes looked as though they welcomed it.

Her words troubled him; he was troubled by that same argument every time he passed judgment. He had to remember that beneath that crying, fatalistic exterior was a beast as dangerous and as evil as any werewolf. The humans she killed may have expressed sorrow for the killed Werefox, perhaps even respect, but that didn't stop her from carrying out her own twisted sense of duty.

She pressed a glass sword into her chest. She was obviously distraught, but murder is murder. She would have to be an example to the rest of the werecreature world that humans were not just fodder, not just meat for them to claw. The humans had their own claw and that was the Guardian. If he didn't carry out this judgment then the claw would be useless and humanity would have no defense against its foes.

He rested the finger lightly on the trigger. It had to be done, it was not cruelty. It was protection, humanity was frail. Its oppressors knew only destruction and death was their currency. Wasn't it?

He narrowed his eyes and took careful aim, the pistol roared and its echo resounded through the valley.

The gun smoke cleared and he had seen that his shot was on its mark. The glass sword shattered and only a handle left in Kalindria's hand.

Kalindria stood, unmoved, unshaken, her eyes glazing over as she continued to look at him. The glass-like sword may have been shattered, but the piece she had gotten in, slid further when the bullet hit its target and now lay inside her chest, she fell to her knees in the water, her crimson blood flowing faster than ever now, her eyes never leaving his.

"Thank you Conner..." She said, the tears going away now as the realization that she was wrong about humans, came to her.

"I never realized just how pretty this lake was..." She said softly, lifting one hand from the water and watching as the water there drained out of her cupped hand. "Tell them I am sorry, tell them that another will come to help them now, one perhaps not so..." She took a shuddering breath and coughed, blood running out of the corner of her mouth. "Horrible..." She finished in a whisper, he would have been hard pressed to hear, and then fell, face first into the water.

[Kiara Johnson]

Oh, one more note... Please tell me what you all think, please??
Huggles
Kiara

[Ginny Weasly]

as useual Kiara, it was really good.

[Kiara Johnson]

thank you and I am certain Conner would thank you as well.  HE did a wonderful job in his writing.

Huggles to you girl
Kiara

[Kiara Johnson]

THis is kinda why I stopped posting stories, no one seems to read them any more. :(  WEll, 'spose these will be me last posts in the story sec.

Hugs
Kiara

[Ginny Weasly]

Well, I read them. And I like them. When are you going to finish your book, K?

[_Lavender_]

Aw, K! That was amazing!.... My regards to Conner. You guys did a fantastic job!

NOO!!!.. You can't really be done in posting stories?!?!?!?! :'(




This was fantastic to read, K. I'll always be eager for more writings.

[Josh Weasley]

Dont stop posting storys Kiara Your stories are AWESOME!!!!

[Kiara Johnson]

thanks ppl, But if you are reading, why not let me know you are?