Post by Gage Brenner on Jul 2, 2008 8:55:21 GMT -8
Light never basked in the glory of the hero of this point..He was now old enough to make his own decisions, his own thoughts..Hell..He was old enough to do that the moment he left the army encampment. And that he did, with the help of a few people. High school was the biggest blunder he did in life, but that's what you get when you begin to make decisions for yourselves..
..You make mistakes..
Mistakes, which could have been your fault all along..
..Or were for the best..Had he not met her.
But, the darkness seemed to be Gage's only friend, his only true point. That hid behind everything. He used it to hide what had been shattered of him years ago. How a torn man like himself actually had feelings..
..He was just a man..But to some people..
..He was more than that..
Gage continued his rounds, late at night of course, as the moon embraced the shadow of the blue haired insomniac, catching a bit of reflection of his face when he walked by the giant window. Catching a glimpse of that blue eye, his blue hair..The soft thudding of his army boots continued down the halls, walking at a soft pace..There wasn't much left to do, and he'd already gone over his rounds..6 times?
..He had nothing left..He only did it for fun anyway..
Or at least..Something to do..
..How sad..
He thought about it for a moment, turning the corner once more entering the staff and faculty hallway, wearing that battle gear from the army..The ones he'd swear to take off when he was considered a "Misfit"..Those same blue and green comflauge jeans, black army boots and that same jacket, with his now Commander insignia on it. He kept his real medals in his room..
..Next to that secret picture of his lover that he had a long time ago. A little French girl..She loved to party, she loved to dance..And she was the heart of Gage..Until he was ripped away from her by the talons of both the French delagacy and his own Military.
..Where he was forced to fight.
He always destested fighting..
A sudden throbbing at his head would cause Gage to stop for a moment, thinking about her was rather..Excruciating on his mind. Rather troubling only thinking about what went wrong during that time..
Coming across the message board, Gage used the moonlight to observe what was new..
A new, yellow piece of paper sat tacked in the middle of the board, indicating something new. It grabbed Gage's attention in the large font. He looked towards it, peering down with that crystal blue shining eye of his.
"New Staff Member.." Gage said, reading the top of the title.
"Great..All we need is another one.." He said almost emotionless.
He began reading off the paper itself.
"To the esteemed faculty, we'd like to welcome a new staff member to our midst..
Alright..
..She will be teaching the foriegn languages department, or in this case French..
..His head began to pulse, pain struck him but he kept on reading.
..I'd like everyone to give a warm welcome to Phoenix Du'Launce at the first sight of her, and if--"
Gage slammed his hand against the wall, on the notice board turning his head to the left hand side, his eyes wide with compassion as he bent over in pain. His breath sped up as he continued to reel in favour of his memories..
Holding himself up against the wall with his own body strength..His breath the only thing keeping him alive, seeing as his heart had stopped. He didn't know what to do, with all these memories slamming and throbbing against his head like a mad dash to hell..It was, for the least bit saying..He was in pain.
Moving against the wall, he pushed himself back to his feet. Shaking his head, but not daring to look at that piece of paper once more, signifying something new. He couldn't explain the emotion trapped within. He needed to lay down..
Stumbling towards his room..
That little French girl taunted his mind, as gunshots resounded in his head..Was she really alive?
..Was she really here?
..And if she was..Would she really want to see what Gage was now?
..What an utterly ridiculous excuse.
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Trying to calm himself as he reached the door, his breath was still heavy. Those several gunshot wounds burning at his body like little bits of burning fire, tearing at him from the inside, to his untimely demise..Did he really want to die?
Maybe..
..Why is this happening?!
He stumbled inside to his giant room, collapsing to the bed as his memories came back. Crashing like trains, killing people, the sounds of crying..explosions..
..Enough to break a man..But he wanted to stay alive..Just for her. That was his secret ambition..
A prisoner of War..Target practice, torture..Everything..
How much could one man take?
..Apparently, not a lot.
Gage slung his gun from his shoulder, the one thing that was simplistic enough to keep the poor man alive..Was his gun. He began to sweat as his life, his past, razed his eyes. Laying his precious down on the floor next to the giant bed..
"I..Need..Slee..p.." He mumbled in pain.
Closing his eyes, he hit the bed with a hard thud..
The sound of cackling ripped into his ears, he was blind, deaf, could hear nothing else but that resounding laughter..
...Who's there?!
More laughter..
Trying to pick up his gun, he reached, but couldn't find it. Where was it?! It was there..Now it wasn't,..Was this some kind of cruel prank?! A joke?!..
More pain..As a soft voice whispered in his ear..
..Did you forget about me, Gage?..
..No..
..Did you really think that I would ever see you again..?
..Yes..But..
..I hate you, Gage Brenner! You left me behind when I needed you the most! You..You left me!!..
..N-no! I didn't--
A sudden feeling that felt like fire engulfed him. His eyes pryed themselves open as he awoke in a heavy sweat, jolting upwards. Looking around with that crystal blue eye..
.."Huff..Huff..
..What was that?"
Gage got up from the bed, looking at the clock..
Only 10 minutes had passed..
He shook his head, heading for his bathroom. Turning on the sink to cold water, he splashed himself with it. Looking at himself in the mirror..
He removed his jacket, showing where bullets had penetrated his body, his muscled figure covered in them. One would say he was shot more times than Fifty-Cent. Looking at them he lined them in the mirror, tracing fingers over them..How they hurt..
3 in his right arm..
4 in his left shoulder..
2 in his chest..
One near his neck..
He proceeded with examining them..Looking at them closely, before sighing in disgust..
"..I'm still here for you, you know.." He said quietly to himself. Looking at the mirror at his poor lonely body..
Yeah, he was worried..
Gage put his jacket back on..
"..U-urgh!"
..before vomiting a course of blood into the sink. He began to rinse it out with cold water..
..Seperation anxiety perhaps?
Gage got back up, moving towards his gun..Picking it up, who cares what time it was..
The only time that mattered, was that it was too late..
Looking down at that picture of her..The one from the tabloids..
She still looked as beautiful as she did the day they met..
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Gage walked outside, not smiling, but those eyes of a shattered heart would only be visible...
..And his blue hair.
Gun slung over his shoulder, he made his way out onto one of the points in the school courtyard, and sat under one of the trees. Sighing heavily as he looked out, the moon shining under the light. Gage hidden under the darkness of the tree..
..It was all he had left..
Just him, his thoughts..His memories..
..And his gun.
That eagle eye of his scoped out the sky. The remenicent cawing of a bird..No..An owl..Chasing what looked like a smaller bird..Gage pulled out his rifle with his hand, cocking one shot, and without even looking..He fired..
A loud crack resounded in the courtyard..
The owl plummeted from what looked like over 700 feet away..To the ground..It didn't moved..But the little bird flittered in the sky happily.
Gage put his gun down next to him..Looking at it for a moment..
..Why haven't I just killed myself yet?
Before slamming his head against the tree in disgust with himself.
..I miss you.
..You make mistakes..
Mistakes, which could have been your fault all along..
..Or were for the best..Had he not met her.
But, the darkness seemed to be Gage's only friend, his only true point. That hid behind everything. He used it to hide what had been shattered of him years ago. How a torn man like himself actually had feelings..
..He was just a man..But to some people..
..He was more than that..
Gage continued his rounds, late at night of course, as the moon embraced the shadow of the blue haired insomniac, catching a bit of reflection of his face when he walked by the giant window. Catching a glimpse of that blue eye, his blue hair..The soft thudding of his army boots continued down the halls, walking at a soft pace..There wasn't much left to do, and he'd already gone over his rounds..6 times?
..He had nothing left..He only did it for fun anyway..
Or at least..Something to do..
..How sad..
He thought about it for a moment, turning the corner once more entering the staff and faculty hallway, wearing that battle gear from the army..The ones he'd swear to take off when he was considered a "Misfit"..Those same blue and green comflauge jeans, black army boots and that same jacket, with his now Commander insignia on it. He kept his real medals in his room..
..Next to that secret picture of his lover that he had a long time ago. A little French girl..She loved to party, she loved to dance..And she was the heart of Gage..Until he was ripped away from her by the talons of both the French delagacy and his own Military.
..Where he was forced to fight.
He always destested fighting..
A sudden throbbing at his head would cause Gage to stop for a moment, thinking about her was rather..Excruciating on his mind. Rather troubling only thinking about what went wrong during that time..
Coming across the message board, Gage used the moonlight to observe what was new..
A new, yellow piece of paper sat tacked in the middle of the board, indicating something new. It grabbed Gage's attention in the large font. He looked towards it, peering down with that crystal blue shining eye of his.
"New Staff Member.." Gage said, reading the top of the title.
"Great..All we need is another one.." He said almost emotionless.
He began reading off the paper itself.
"To the esteemed faculty, we'd like to welcome a new staff member to our midst..
Alright..
..She will be teaching the foriegn languages department, or in this case French..
..His head began to pulse, pain struck him but he kept on reading.
..I'd like everyone to give a warm welcome to Phoenix Du'Launce at the first sight of her, and if--"
Gage slammed his hand against the wall, on the notice board turning his head to the left hand side, his eyes wide with compassion as he bent over in pain. His breath sped up as he continued to reel in favour of his memories..
Holding himself up against the wall with his own body strength..His breath the only thing keeping him alive, seeing as his heart had stopped. He didn't know what to do, with all these memories slamming and throbbing against his head like a mad dash to hell..It was, for the least bit saying..He was in pain.
Moving against the wall, he pushed himself back to his feet. Shaking his head, but not daring to look at that piece of paper once more, signifying something new. He couldn't explain the emotion trapped within. He needed to lay down..
Stumbling towards his room..
That little French girl taunted his mind, as gunshots resounded in his head..Was she really alive?
..Was she really here?
..And if she was..Would she really want to see what Gage was now?
..What an utterly ridiculous excuse.
----------------------------------------------------------------------
Trying to calm himself as he reached the door, his breath was still heavy. Those several gunshot wounds burning at his body like little bits of burning fire, tearing at him from the inside, to his untimely demise..Did he really want to die?
Maybe..
..Why is this happening?!
He stumbled inside to his giant room, collapsing to the bed as his memories came back. Crashing like trains, killing people, the sounds of crying..explosions..
..Enough to break a man..But he wanted to stay alive..Just for her. That was his secret ambition..
A prisoner of War..Target practice, torture..Everything..
How much could one man take?
..Apparently, not a lot.
Gage slung his gun from his shoulder, the one thing that was simplistic enough to keep the poor man alive..Was his gun. He began to sweat as his life, his past, razed his eyes. Laying his precious down on the floor next to the giant bed..
"I..Need..Slee..p.." He mumbled in pain.
Closing his eyes, he hit the bed with a hard thud..
The sound of cackling ripped into his ears, he was blind, deaf, could hear nothing else but that resounding laughter..
...Who's there?!
More laughter..
Trying to pick up his gun, he reached, but couldn't find it. Where was it?! It was there..Now it wasn't,..Was this some kind of cruel prank?! A joke?!..
More pain..As a soft voice whispered in his ear..
..Did you forget about me, Gage?..
..No..
..Did you really think that I would ever see you again..?
..Yes..But..
..I hate you, Gage Brenner! You left me behind when I needed you the most! You..You left me!!..
..N-no! I didn't--
A sudden feeling that felt like fire engulfed him. His eyes pryed themselves open as he awoke in a heavy sweat, jolting upwards. Looking around with that crystal blue eye..
.."Huff..Huff..
..What was that?"
Gage got up from the bed, looking at the clock..
Only 10 minutes had passed..
He shook his head, heading for his bathroom. Turning on the sink to cold water, he splashed himself with it. Looking at himself in the mirror..
He removed his jacket, showing where bullets had penetrated his body, his muscled figure covered in them. One would say he was shot more times than Fifty-Cent. Looking at them he lined them in the mirror, tracing fingers over them..How they hurt..
3 in his right arm..
4 in his left shoulder..
2 in his chest..
One near his neck..
He proceeded with examining them..Looking at them closely, before sighing in disgust..
"..I'm still here for you, you know.." He said quietly to himself. Looking at the mirror at his poor lonely body..
Yeah, he was worried..
Gage put his jacket back on..
"..U-urgh!"
..before vomiting a course of blood into the sink. He began to rinse it out with cold water..
..Seperation anxiety perhaps?
Gage got back up, moving towards his gun..Picking it up, who cares what time it was..
The only time that mattered, was that it was too late..
Looking down at that picture of her..The one from the tabloids..
She still looked as beautiful as she did the day they met..
------------------------------------------------------------------------
Gage walked outside, not smiling, but those eyes of a shattered heart would only be visible...
..And his blue hair.
Gun slung over his shoulder, he made his way out onto one of the points in the school courtyard, and sat under one of the trees. Sighing heavily as he looked out, the moon shining under the light. Gage hidden under the darkness of the tree..
..It was all he had left..
Just him, his thoughts..His memories..
..And his gun.
That eagle eye of his scoped out the sky. The remenicent cawing of a bird..No..An owl..Chasing what looked like a smaller bird..Gage pulled out his rifle with his hand, cocking one shot, and without even looking..He fired..
A loud crack resounded in the courtyard..
The owl plummeted from what looked like over 700 feet away..To the ground..It didn't moved..But the little bird flittered in the sky happily.
Gage put his gun down next to him..Looking at it for a moment..
..Why haven't I just killed myself yet?
Before slamming his head against the tree in disgust with himself.
..I miss you.
