I am not sure if I recognized the thing in front of me, but I saw a great cross... Atleast three times my size with a mudokon on it.
Crucified.
Horrible.
She looked down on the floor, letting her chin rest on her shoulder. She was full of scars, wounds and horrible marks after burning and such.
Torture.
Don't tell me I've been doing that. For a while, I just stood there looking at the poor girl in front of me. I wished she would never turn her eyes at me. Unfortunately, she did. Her eyes were dark brown and sad. The hurted and impaled me like fiery nails and swords. Her eyes only showed me a great sorrow and hate.
Then what was it in her soul?
She stirred at me. And suddenly, she spoke.
"I feel no happyness, no sorrow, no love... So all that is left is hate."
Then she turned her head back the way it was when I found her. Her voice was high, clear and proud. She spoke like a queen, but she was just a victim, rotting away in a dungeon. What courage.
I walked around the cross, tried to figure out how to get her down. If I would succeed to get one of those nails out, something horrible would happen to the other limbs. I thought of many ways to get her down, no one seemed to be reasonable enough to work. Later I took a small decision. I sat down by the foot of the cross, took the knife and tried to dig. The ground seemed to be normal earth. Appearantly, it wasn't. It didn't work. I looked up on the girl. She looked down on me. Her eyes suddenly had a small glimt of hope in them. Small glimt only.
I threw myself on the cross, trying to break it down. I pushed it, kicked it and did all kind of violent stuff to it. I sighed and sank down by a wall.
"Who sent you?" she asked. I looked on her.
"A old mud in a weapon shop."
She suddenly looked up. And to my surpising, she looked surprised as well.
"Noah?"
I nodded and she giggled a little.
"That poor old fool still thinks I want to live..."
Those word made me angry. Would she just give up, after all I have done? No way!
Heroic, wasn't it?
"I bet you can take a small hit, right?" I asked. She weakly smiled and nodded.
I took a distance to the cross. Then I just ran.
Like a train I smashed into the cross. A small crack was heard. I victoriously watched it fall. I was right. The cross was made of the same material as tables... Whatever it was. I pained looked when she hit the floor. I heard a large poof when she hit the floor and a big cloud of dust flied up. I ignored her groanings and tried to pull the nails out of her instead.
[ September 15, 2001: Message edited by: Silversnow ]
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