1 Ego death (2/2)
In spite of this though, Micheal hardend is gaze and kept going. Slowly, he removed the back-end of his shoe from the attacker's face. The once arrogant expression now shared it's appearance with that of a crushed clay brick.
Michael, feeling reasured of his victory, breathed out a sigh of relief from his mouth. Sadly, it was followed by a small river of red liquid. Despite knowing he would not stand much longer, a smile was formed on his face.
”I really did it this time, huh?” He comforted himself with a slightly shaken voice.
Standing there, Michael took a second the fully feel the emptiness of his surroundings. This was not his first battle, but it would be his last. Looking up towards the sky once again, he loosened his hard expression, as there was no tunel coming for him yet.
”Forgive me, father.. mother.. I could not keep my promise to you, and I will also not see you again.” Tears formed in his eyes as he reminisced of the times he spendt with them and his younger siblings.
From the time he was but a child, to day he became an adolescent.
Looking back at the memories shared with his 9 year old sister Ingvel and 4 year old brother Cinder, he felt warmth in his heart. Moving on in his mind, like a breeze, he revisited the past. Memories of when his parents divorced stood out firmly in his thoughts like bad weather.
Yet, surprisingly, the one carrying the most weight, the one's that gave of most light, was those where he spent time with his father. The times where they would go jogging in the mountains, or have small verbal confrontations. Where he would buy him games which they would play togheter. He always taught him that even though strenght is good to have, smart people get to lead the best life. That he must strive to become the best person he could ever be.
He repeated the words his father told him while closing his eyes again, causing the last tear he had to fall alongside a drop of blood from the leather handle sticking out of his chest.
Once again, the tunnel formed itself. His mother appeard infront of him, telling him how much she loved both him, his sister, and brother, before going to off to work.
”Both of them resembled mom. Both with their brown hair and green eyes, while I stuck out like a sore thumb with dad's dark gold eyes and goldish brown hair” he muttered with a gentle smile.
However, neither did this gentle expression or stupid smile last long, as he remembered that he would never see any of them again. Once more, Michael was baptized by the strong enlightening which hammered itself beneath his skin.
His eyes violently threw themselves open like a thundering storm, shimmering like a weak but a dying candle.
His expression formed itself into that of an enraged direwolf. Imprinting the face of the once sworn brother inside the flickering embers dispersing in the dying gold eyes.
The feeling of regret was burning up his entire body. His teeth started grinding together, making the same noise as a sawblade being pulled against old rubber.
Despite being on his last breath, Michael's entire body shook violently, his conditioned muscles convulsed and expanded, causing the now half red cardigan to rip ever so slightly.
”JUST YOU WAIT CARTEL HARDLEY!!!! I WILL NOT LET THIS GO!!! EVEN IN MY GRAVE!!!” he screamed whilst shaking.
The echo of his roar was the last ting he heard as a weak ringing noise laid itself over his mind. The tunnel he starred at slowly neared its end. His pupils dilated. Once more, Michael found himself in the embrace of the familiar cold concrete. His consciousness disappeared.
Though he was considered dead, the ringing noise he heard before passing was emitting from the body. The rapid ringing grew louder and louder, until vibrations formed around his corpse, like a sort of cage. The ground began trembling, and the surrounding building waved slightly. But just then, the sound vanished. Disappearing, as if it got what It came for.