Since I Promised I Would [Wayward vs. Destiny

"No." That was all Sam said, and it was all he was able to say at first. He remained in his fighting posture, though noticeably less firm than it had been at first. "No!" he said once more, still looking for the words. "They died of their own negligence, and some of their own cowardice and fear. Your power had noting to do with it. Send a team into an unknown realm against a mysterious enemy and any of them will struggle, and many of them will die at the hands of an enemy they're not prepared for. It was just my luck that I got the chance to see more of what your were capable of. Good luck that let me see more of your power. I could come back tomorrow with a plan and have you beaten.

"Of course," he continued, "I know right now that you won't let me go. And I'd have to get the rest of the troops that came out here to escape with me, which would be more trouble for me anyways. If they've already come in looking for me and the others." He paused, and drew a breath. "I don't intend to die here," he finished with a "that's final" tone. He heaved his attack, throwing a heavy hand in a hook punch towards the side of the girl's torso.​

 

His punch connected, and hard enough to do some damage as he could see. Sam's arm made its way in follow through after the impact before making a hasty attempt to recoil and take another swing.

He began to pull his arm away when the Nobody took hold of it, gripping it around the wrist. He saw her free hand overflowing with the wispy energy he knew to be darkness. His immediate action was to move his free and up to block. Believing her move to be a punching motion, his block centered to protect his face. Instead though, he felt a cold impact against his chest, which proceeded further into his body.

He felt the Darkness taking hold of his heart. The cold tore through his insides like a knife through flesh. His hatred, his frustration, all of these sorts of emotions swelled in him for a brief second as the girl went about her business. He wanted more than ever to leave her dead at his feet, to put one fatal blow against her. Yet just when he had the heart to take another swing, he felt the emptiness within him. Whatever heart he had had, was now held in the hands of the Nobody.

Sam receded, pulling himself away from the Nobody. He wanted to tell himself to be afraid, to feel defeated, but no such thing existed in him. No feelings existed within him in any manner whatsoever. Slowly, he dropped down, landing to his knees, and once more down onto his hands. He looked up slightly, just enough to see the girl holding his heart in her hand again. His vision was blurring, to the point where everything was becoming blobs of random colors and lights.

He heard voices, frantic, angered, and even a little bit fearful. Several figures emerged from the alleyways glaring briefly at the scene and forming their understandings of how the events had transpired. Then, with the sound of firearms rising up to the ready, Sam knew what had happened; his company couldn't leave him behind. But now that he was a Nobody, they'd have to kill him, as well as the girl... but they wouldn't be able to kill her. She was too much, more than bullets could take down without being sniped from a distance.

He tried to shout at them to retreat and leave him to his fate as a Nobody, to spare their lives before it was too late. However, his voice had fallen silent. He was passing out with the loss of his heart. He would soon chance into one of them, void of a heart, but perhaps with some great power at his disposal. Maybe enough to carry out his mission post-mortem. The last vision he had in the alleyway was of the last twenty-five riflemen taking aim. The last sound he heard was that of twenty-five rifles firing in near perfect unison...

And he was gone, for the time being, until his body adjusted to life as a Nobody, until the power that Xolla had spoken of began to find its way into him.
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