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Subject: Guilt Author: Faeirex [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 17:45:45 04/28/02 Sun Faeirex walked away from Vomyr fighting back obscure feelings of guilt. She hadn't encouraged the man, it wasn't her fault that he had fallen for her. And in refusing him she had acted in his best interests. So why did she feel so bad about the look of hurt that had swept over his face? Picking up a long staff, she savagely swung it into a punchbag. The target swung uncontrollably as she hit it again, then again. Love was for fools. Love made people get hurt. Love from her got people killed... Wheeling, she directed a kick into the training bag. Expertly holding the staff, she span, hitting the bag again and again. Kicks and blows thudded into the unoffending object time after time. The grace and precision with which she moved gave the appearance of an endlessly complex dance, but the anger with which she hit the punchbag spoke of far more. Faeirex continued well into the night. Not again. Haven't you taken enough of my life away already? I won't do this. I won't lead all these people here to their deaths. But she would, and she knew she would. In this, Faeirex knew she was as helpless as the rest of them. She was in far too deeply now to escape. Frustrated, she flung the staff away from her, falling back on her fists to fight with. All the people she would like to have in front of her right now, all the people she needed to hurt... But they weren't here. And, face it, it wasn't them she needed to fight. The person she had to fight was herself. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]