by Polaris » 12/29/2008 1:45 AM
The worst part about fevers, Ika had learned, was when you slept nighmares haunted you. Ika was having an extremely bad one tonight... The square at night, never a sight Ika enjoyed. The crooks stalking in the black shadows. The nine year old sat there staring into the shadows where the screams were coming from, tears rolling down his face.
He reached his hand out, hoping to help.. But he just hit the wall of the tent! Did he really have to be there again?
He sat up quickly, his eyes red and looking around frantically. Ika stood up on his wobbly feet, not paying any attention to his surroundings and undid the metal claps of his heavy trenchcoat. It revealed a metal shirt underneath, pure metal that covered his chest, but had no sleeves. His pale limbs were shimmering with sweat and he felt like extiguishing the fire that had never gone out. His arms were actually almost muscular, for he was always carrying metal, and hammering swords, it only fit to be strong. Ika felt some sort of anger or sadness bubbling inside of him. "Why?" he mumbled, staring tranfixed into the fire. He closed his eyes, and staggered forwards, setting his hands on the plywood counter, and one fist struck it. The pain in his hand was nice, it took away the pain in his head... He did it again, but then stopped as his red stained eyes noticed that the board had almost broken. Was he alone? Ika didn't even know anymore...
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