Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26571677-20160316192622/@comment-26571677-20160318094936

He floated down the river, listening to the soft sway and lapping of water. Blood seeped into the water, dyeing it an eery red, as if a blood moon had descended upon them. He paying no mind, the pain disappeared, to be replaced by a crippling fear, and an incredible amount of worry.

''Oh God, he knows exactly where my teammate's are. And if he knows then that means...Drake...Oh God. Oh No. No. No. NO!''

He broke out into a cold sweat, and hauled himself out of the river, onto a riverbank. Asper start to run back, hoping to grab back his sword, but thinking throughout the whole trip.

When Amilanthior finally grabbed his sword, he knew exactly what he had to do. His hands shook, as they took out his scroll, and dialled Kinaver's number. He was so scared, beyond what he'd ever known. It was worse than his mother's betrayal, because, this time, he knew what would happen.

The dialling tone caught, and the call was picked up by a worried sounding Kinaver.

"Hello? Asper? Is that you? Where the hell have you bee-"

"Kinaver. Shut up. Listen to what I have to say. Lyko, and his brother, Drake. They know where you, Zhu-Li, and Dawn are. And they'll hunt you. You know what'll happen if Drake catches you guys, and I can't bear to think of that. So please. If you ever were like a brother to me. If you ever cared about what I thought.

"I'll call Zhu-Li soon, and I'll talk to her. You. Need to knock out Dawn, and her, they won't want to leave, but they have to, for their own good."

He paused to take a breath, but didn't give Kinaver a chance to speak,

"Go to the Crystal Garden, and demand to speak to Mr Castellan, when they see that you've got Zhu-Li, they'll let you in. Tell him...tell him that, that...I failed, both him, and his daughter, and that he needs to get them as far away from the Agnus brothers as possible."

He stopped talking, and heard Kinaver whisper in a slow voice,

"And then what?"

"And then...live out your life, forget that I existed, whatever. I'm happy, so long as you guys are okay."

He heard a long sigh, and was afraid that Kinaver would disagree. But he was surprised when Kinaver agreed, and was glad that he could see the bigger side of things. Then he heard a sound that broke his heart. Zhu-Li.

Faintly, he could hear her asking if it was him on the line. Amilanthior was relieved when Kinaver announced that it was just a friend. And for the first time, since he'd known Kinaver, appreciated him fully for what he was, reliable, strong-willed, and completely selfless.

And then the line was dead. He'd hung up.

The next five minutes were spent on Asper pacing left and right, left and right. Then he finally got the guts to do what he, what every fibre of his being, didn't ever want to do.

He dialled his girlfriend's number. It was picked up.

"Asper!? Is that you!? Where the hell have yo-"

"Hey there Rat-Face."

The opposite of the line went quiet as she most likely tried to comprehend what he'd just called her.

"Yeah, exactly, you're realising now, aren't you? I've played you, like a complete, and utter fool. Truth is, I only ever wanted materialistic things from you, your first love, your first kiss, and etcetera. Now that I've gotten what I want, I have no need for you anymore."

He heard a light gasp, and a curse in the background, most likely Dawn.

"And also, I should mention, in case you think this is some kind of-"

He stopped, and his voice cracked up, as he attempted to hold his grief and pain in.

"Joke. It isn't. It won't ever be, I never loved you, never carressed you with any piece of my real emotions, to me, you were merely a trophy. Nothin else. Something to be looked back on, and be proud of. Another notch on the board."

"I never thought you were pretty, never thought you were smart, in fact, I only ever noticed you because of how easily fooled you were, and how rich your dad was. Easy way to get rich, sadly, the old fool wasn't as stupid as I thought. But you were! Yippee!"

He stopped, and felt the tears roll down his face, cascading, never-ending, in grief for what he was doing.

"Remember that picnic? Guess what? I took that money from your own allowance, I took everything from you. So, congrats! You just got played! Oh, and I remembered that you like poetry."

He sniffed, and felt the tears seep through his pants.

"So I made one, just for you. Here,"

"Roses are red, Violets are blue, Garbage is dumped, and so are you."

He ended, unsure if he could handle it any longer.

"Bye, bitch."

The call ended. And he dropped his scroll onto the ground. He stood up, and kneeled at the side of the river, defeated.

And then he cried, yelling, screaming, begging for the pain to end, sobbing, weeping into his hands.

"AHHHHHHHHHHH! WHYYYYY!?"

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhh!"

"ahhhhhhahahahaaaaaaa!"

The sounds of complete, pure grief rang out through the woods, as Asper lost the last person he'd cared for, that he'd give his life for. And his heart turned to stone. Bitter. Cold. Unbreakable. His ties with anything that he'd loved were broken. Just like the bridge before him.