dream ✠ 002

[knightofchanges]

"Off with his head!"

Tick tock -- A clock face. There is no hour hand or minute hand. Just the second hand. With each tick and tock, it appears.

A cold woman's voice, and her face briefly appeared. Queen Vivaldi in all her fury.

The faceless head rolled past, the blood leaving a trail back to its slumped over corpse. Above it was the calm Knight of Hearts, his sword still dripping with blood as he looked over his work. "At least it was quick," he said in an all too cheerful voice.

As he turned to walk away, dark shadows emerged to engulf the headless corpse, their blackness growing until it absorbed everything but the knight.

Once again the order rang out -- Off with his head! -- and another head rolled.

Tick

And another.

Tock

And another.

Tick

And another.

Tock

Bodies lay before him, and he simply walked over them as if they were nothing, his expression calm and that eerie smile never leaving. It was as if he did not see the blood or the bodies before him, as if he was just taking another walk through the park.

Tick

Slowly the bodies started to rise, their heads still faceless as they moved. They jerk and twitch, contorting this way and that as parts of them change. A male turns to female, a teenager to a child. Those whom had lost heads and limbs regenerate. When each finish their transformation, they suddenly lunge at Ace's unguarded back, guns and knives appearing out of thin air.

Tock

He turned and his sword immediately plunged through the nearest body before it slid out and slashed through two others.

Tick

A head rolled, an arm dropped.

Tock

He was staring right into a faceless person.

Tick

A loud bang. An explosion of flesh.

Tick

The body fell backwards to reveal two things:

Tock

The once faceless canvas was ripped to shreds, the flesh torn back to reveal a gory mess of tissue, muscle, and bone.

Tick

Smoke slowly rose up from the barrel of a shotgun. Though in truth, it was more like a shotgunblade. Despite it having a shotgun barrel, there were sharp sword blades attached above and below it which helped conceal the opening. Until one looked straight down in it.

Tock

He was bloody, particularly his face. It was splattered with blood and bits of flesh. There was no smile on his face as he stared down at the corpse before he shot again. His weapon then changed back to its original form as a normal sword and was sheathed. The body disappeared and there was only one thing left on the ground.

Tick

A small, gold watch.

Tock

He stared at the watch in his hand, the face slightly cracked and the gears stopped. It was lifeless, broken. Ace then looked up, a small, hollow smile on his lips.

Tick

An ocean of broken clocks lay before him. And bodiless shadows were descending on them.

Tock

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Hm...two down, one to go.

[that same smile from his dream will be the one he's wearing right now, and his tone is rather pleasant. perhaps too pleasant.]

Hmm, I'm curious. What happens when a person dies here? [take that however you want it to mean |D]

Comments

[resonancy.livejournal.com]

I don't believe that someone who can kill so ruthlessly would try to be so kind.

[knightofchanges]

[smilesmile] Oh, really? But it's my duty as a knight.

[resonancy.livejournal.com]

Are you saying you only are because you have to be?

[knightofchanges]

And if I am?

[resonancy.livejournal.com]

... Then it's clear to me you don't truly value the lives of others in the least.

[knightofchanges]

[have a chilling smile] When lives have no meaning to begin with, there's no reason to value them.

[resonancy.livejournal.com]

That's not for you to decide. It doesn't matter who it is, a life is invaluable.

[knightofchanges]

[well hasn't he heard these words before?] Is this what all foreigners say?

[resonancy.livejournal.com]

[... foreigners?]

Of-- of course they would!

[knightofchanges]

[there's that little spirit he remembers from their battle before. have a look of amusement] Alice told me the same thing you did. That people are important. And as I told her, it's not that I don't understand what you're saying.

But in my world, the rules are different. Substitutes like those faceless ones don't mean anything.

[resonancy.livejournal.com]

[...

she doesn't like the way that sounds-- not one bit. but she definitely saw the dream with all those faceless people, and she wonders if there's any truth behind Ace's words. yet, who is she to argue about another world's law when she knows nothing of it? what kind of horrific world was it?

Maka simply grits her teeth in frustration.]

If you do anything to Soul-- no, anyone here, I swear I'll...

[knightofchanges]

[laughs]

I don't think you have to worry about that. All the people I've killed were either because of my job or out of defense. Since this isn't the Country of Hearts, I don't have to worry about my job anymore, so if I do kill someone, it's only so I won't die.

[resonancy.livejournal.com]

[gee, could'a fooled her :/ YOU'RE ON WATCH, ACE. she isn't fully convinced.]

You better stick to your word.

[knightofchanges]

[just smiles.]

Have you ever killed before?

[resonancy.livejournal.com]

[a pause, and a notable bite at her lip.]

... Only in Lord Shinigami's name, when one has strayed off the path of humanity and becomes too much of a threat.

[knightofchanges]

Shinigami?

[resonancy.livejournal.com]

The grim reaper of my world.

[knightofchanges]

A grim reaper, hm? [somewhat intrigued] What do you mean by becoming too much of a threat?

[resonancy.livejournal.com]

Exactly what I said. If you take too many innocent lives and taint your soul, then that's what you are-- a threat.

[knightofchanges]

How so?

[resonancy.livejournal.com]

How else? When you kill and do nothing but harm people... What else could you call them?

[knightofchanges]

Oh I thought there might be more to it. [muses] Then you'd have your hands full if you were in the Country of Hearts, haha!

[resonancy.livejournal.com]

-- Tch.

[sorry, she isn't amused]

[knightofchanges]

[:D]

You mentioned your friend earlier. Soul, was it?

[resonancy.livejournal.com]

-- What of him?