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Date Posted: 14:13:19 05/17/00 Wed
Author: Borg
Subject: Past that caches on... II

....
It was way past midnight
but the sun was yet to rise
the moon still reigned
on the valley of Syniece.
Borg gazed at the distant kingdom
that looked more like a shadow
than a building, center of the ruler.
He was still trying to understand
this compassion he suddenly had.
He couldn't even decide
If he liked it or not.
It weakened him
in the way he couldn't fight back
yet it brought peace to his mind
and heart more than anything else.
A misfit breeze reminded him
that this pondering would have to wait.
He turned his head to the space
where the breeze ended.
It was dark for human to see
but Borg saw everything.
Borg saw him standing there
accross the valley
like the statue of a dead hero.
Dexter recognized his mistake
as soon as he caught Borg standing
in the valley in his pursuit
waiting for him.
Initially he thought Borg's move
was an attempt to flee, escaped.
It wasn't.
He was drawing him to an 'arena'.
Far from the Wretched.
The kingdom.
But that was not the thing
that bothered him.
What shook him a bit was
the sadness and despair
Borg displayed.
He noticed how Borg tried to hide it
the masks, fake smiles and the look away.
As if he was sorry.
There was no way he's gonna let him lived.
What Borg did is beyond forgiveness.
Inhumanly evil.
But He thought at least
he'd let him tell his side.
For old time sake.
So he offered,
"What the hell happened ?"
"What did they do so wrong to you
that you slaughtered them like that ?"
"We fought together and survived many battles."
"Even in wars you spare your enemies when you can."
"They were village people, women and children."
Borg cut in cold,
"How much", Dexter could taste
the agony in the pause,
"How much is your love for Joana ?"
"What would you have done for her ?"
"Is there anything that you wouldn't do
for her ?"
Dexter knew where he was going
it was too absurd.
"Florence died out of disease !"
Borg raised his hand.
"Florence..." Dexter could sworn
he saw Borg's eyes were flickering
"was left to die."
"She believes in HIM.
She devotes her life for HIM.
But HE left her to die..."
Dexter couldn't believe his ears.
"You think God killed her ?"
"No.
I KNOW he did."
The night just went colder to Dexter.
They grew up together.
In a very religious village.
But it was not like a cult.
They believed for they witness the truth
of the prophecy's words
God's words
passed down for genrations
by the High Priest.
Religion was neither a formality
nor a status.
It was their way of life.
A need.
And Borg
was one of the High Priest.
That's why Dexter believed him.
That's why he was speechless.
For if Borg was right
then God is a demon in disguise.
Borg turned and walked to his left
facing the forest under mount Valiant
inhaled deep and went on,
"I got it too.
The disease."
Dexter eyes widened.
THAT he didn't know.
The plague that invade their village
had always been a mystery.
None of the medicine men understood.
It spread in an unknown way.
It killed in less than a month.
It was just either you got it
or you didn't.
Almost like a curse.
And after a while
it just sort of ran itself down
disappeared without a trace.
Unfortunately after taking some lives.
When Borg's love, Florence, fell sick
Borg went outside the village
looking for cure.
He came back two days
after she died.
"I had looked everywhere.
Followed every myth and legends.
There was no cure."
Borg looked down
"And I was running out of time.
I got weaker and weaker.
Till one day I couldn't leave the bed
I slept on.
I thought this is it.
End of the line."
Dexter tried to remain calmed
when Borg turned to him
with eyes as hollow
as deepest darkest cave.
"It was then that HE came to me.
It was so glorious.
The gentle coloured lights
the cool in the air
the freshness.
So beautifull.
Peacefull.
And HE cured me.
Just by touching me.
I got up and kneeled to beg.
I begged HIM to save Florence.
He smiled and went away."
Borg turned his back to Dexter
and walked back to where to teh spot
where he waited.
Dexter could sense the cold slipped away.
Replaced by the warmth
restless warmth.
"He smiled." Tremble in Borg's voice.
"I thought HE grant me the bless.
All the way home.
I thought HE grant me the bless !!"
His cried was like the sound
of a wounded animal.
"What make you think it's God ?"
"He cured me !!"
"It could have been the devil himself
you stupid bastard."
Borg had that look
when a boy lost the parent's faith.
But pity was not what Dexter felt.
Sorry maybe.
But not pity.
"So you destroyed the whole village
for a woman."
How he wished he had been there
that day.
Borg laughed.
A freaky and long laughters.
"And how about you Sir Dexter ?
You hunted me down
by wandering around
killing people for money.
For who ?!?
God !?!"
"When you destroyed our village
you ripped off everything I got.
You ripped off my life.
My dream.
Future.
I had to convince myself
that life is still worth living.
And the only way I could live,
only way I could close my eyes
without Joana crying for help
in my dreams
is by your death.
I was a soldier.
Killing is what I do.
And believe me
those who died by my sword
had it coming.
Just..." The air suddenly went damp
for Borg.
"... Like you, Damien."
"Damien is dead. I have changed Dexter."
"I'm sure God would forgive you
when I deliver you to HIM."
"You don't understand.
When I said I have changed
I didn't mean for the better."
Dexter laughed.
"I stand corrected.
So it was a threath instead of a remorse."
The laughters morphed into
a cold stone face when he went on,
"But you still going to die."
Borg shrug and nodded lightly.
"All this for a woman, eh ?"
"Wrong..." Borg held his breathe.
"All this for a woman
and a child." Borg's eyes narrowed.
THAT he didn't know.
"Yes... you son of a bitch.
Joana's carrying a child
when you slaughtered her."
Borg look away.
"I didn't just slaughtered her."
He looked back ruthlessly to Dexter
sneered and went on,
"I drank her blood.
I drank all their blood."
There was a pause for a while.
A long while.
As if they waited for the sun
to come and turn the red sky
to a blue one.
For both of them knew
the talking is over...

From a distant
a boy witness all this.
The wardrobe alone
already too intriguing for him
let alone the weapons
those two men had.
It's got to be a duel.
He was so excited
he decided to stay
and watched all of this
for himself
instead of reporting this
to people of the Wrethced.
If only he knew how close
he is to death...
....

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