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- Posted: Tue, 27 Jan 2015 11:26:20 +0000
- As the world was snatched away from him courtesy of a blow to the back of the head, Eddie found himself in a world of darkness. All around him, the voices of his inner demons whispered about, forming a loud buzzing that threatened to shred up the last of his sanity. He did his best to block it out but they persisted. He couldn't make out anything they said but he had a good idea. Things about how he was a monster, that he would only bring ruin to his group and that his destiny was to be alone in the wastes forever. Time became nothing amongst the black and the voices from deep in the recesses of his mind. He floated through the black for the longest time before he heard a voice that cut through the maddening darkness in his own skull.
“Get up, Sleeping Beauty,” a female voice said. “Get up. Don't listen to the black. Don't let it get too into your head. Wake up.”
Eddie's eyes flickered open and he found himself sitting on a sofa. He tried to focus but something felt off about the world. It felt strange and foreign to him. It could be that his hunger was starting to get to him. Or it was the blow to the head. Or both. He let out a grumble and tired to reach up to clutch at his sore noggin but found that his hands were tied behind his back. He struggled with the restraints a moment before trying to think about what had happened before the darkness. Unfortunately, his brain was not in a cooperative mood. He struggled another moment before starting to rise.
He managed to get to his feet and took a single step before falling forward onto his face. A loud groan passed him as the world blinked away for a moment. As everything vanished, he found himself sitting in Jamestown again, his eyes locked on the angelic features of his fiance. He could feel her arms around him. He remembered the moment she told him she was pregnant. The world slowly came back into view and he managed to rolled his head so that his face wasn't pressed against the floor. With a grunt, he managed to exert what little strength he had to roll to his side.
As he got to his side and looked around as best he could, his eyes landed on something that made the full brunt of reality crash upon him again. Emilia's rapier. It was tucked into Derek's things. As he stared at it, he remembered everything. Lore. The stream. The fact that he was alone. Everything piled up in his mind causing fresh tears to appear in his eyes. If Emilia could see him now, he knew she would be disappointed. He could almost feel her glare from the other side at how far he had fallen. He was nothing but a rabid madman. He closed his eyes and let out a deep breath.
“I'm sorry I disappointed you,” he said, as his eyes opened and locked on the weapon again. “I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have inflicted myself on you. Shouldn't have brought Vipress to you. I'm sorry that I've reverted to nothing but madness. But I found them, Em. I found them and they're ok. You can rest easy now, sweetheart. Just rest in peace. I found them. I was late but I found them.”
The tears built up in his eyes and he just laid his head against the floor and cried softly as a new wave of mourning hit him. His grief washed over him like a wave and he found himself praying to heavens that he questioned the existence of that Emilia could rest in peace. That both her and their unborn child would be happy in the next life, if one existed. And as his sorrow increased, he found himself feeling more alone than ever, despite the fact he'd found his group. His home.