Chrysalis

[Kaze]

The walls were clean. The smell was not the same. The light was not right. She did not felt right. And as the sudden rush of memories accosted her mind, her right hand unconsciously moved to touch her left arm.
And instead of a cold, almost real skin like feeling, she felt warmth. She felt the skin against her fingertips, she felt the fingertips against the skin in her arm. The arm that she though forever lost. Her hands now moved to her legs. And it felt real once more. The unnatural cold was gone.

And now a shift of light under the door caught her eye. Her eyes. Both of them. With an uneasy step, afraid this feeling of being whole again was a fleeting dream, she walked towards the door. And instead of being the heavy, chained, shackled and closed door of her memories, it moved without effort.

What was a searing light that blinded her for a moment, cleared out to show the view that hit her full front and to her past.

The same cell. But now as she remembered it. Blood on the walls. Puke mixed with blood and rotting food, the smell of it leaving a metallic taste in her mouth, and a form, her form, chained to the wall. Broken, beaten and scarred in the darkness.

"This is impossible, why now?"

She said, walking towards the prone body. With a soft touch to the face, the body recoiled back, triggering it's defenses. What were an almost dead body, was brought back to life by a consuming strength that stressed it's shackles.

"Kill me. And let me be done. But put your back into it this time."

Hearing her own ragged voice, prideful, yet hopeless, made her heart fail a heartbeat in distress. Kaze Dagon has long left this behind. And yet it chained her everyday. Moving her hand to touch her own swollen cheek, she softly, and scarily, felt a chill as the flesh was cold. Like she was dead already.

"Why?"

Kaze whispered to her chained self, feeling a sudden pain in her body, growing up.

"Why didn't we die?"

With a movement of the head, her chained form caressed her cheek against her hand and looked up, showing her full face for the first time. Bruised, burned, broken nose and swollen lips marked that face. But her eyes, those eyes, were more alive than her own eyes that she saw now everyday in the mirror.

"Why?"

She whispered the question, at the beat of her own pain, building up. Tears started to flow. But they suddenly stoped from her left eye. Her left arm became cold. And her legs, rigid. She was back to her true form, crying, aching in pain, again. While looking at the one that just did not die.

"Why?.."

That rasped, coarse voice replied. In the same tone, in the same pain. And effortlessly, she broke off her own shackles to caress Kaze's face.

"Because they deserve to die each one of our deaths. For every denial that we had of it. For the pain of waking up from her embrace. For the pain of dying all over again. Let them die ten fold. And let them taste the agony of being denied such release."

Those eyes were burning. Those eyes were alive, fueled by a rage that Kaze long had forgotten.

"Who?"

Kaze asked, feeling the cold hand against her face. Like the touch she hasn't felt in a long time.

"All of them."

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[08:11 PM] Dusty Lens said: Well in that case. NUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUKE & #SAVAGE & #STORIES