Post by contention on Jun 17, 2005 13:58:32 GMT -5
I highly doubt that you will read all of this, or any of it for that matter if you start. It's all up to you and how feel XD, and if you don't thats ok, though I ask if you could to read a few lines. This is a story I came up with for Contention after being inspired by my best friend Joshi to start writing, he helped me a lot and got me on my way with the dialogue and choice of words, he was the biggest help with me writing this story, and writing at all in general. Without him I may have never enjoyed writing like I do, thanks so much Joshi *friendly hugs*. I posted this because while Joshi draws the concept art for my game I have a small break to work on a few things, including summer reading. I have started working with it again, after I get rid of this minor writers block. So here you go, Contentions story oh by the way the title means Tale of the Unpure Hero. I had to edit this a lot due to the age factor I kept in mind, the full version is nearly the same with more descriptions of the death of Contentions family and the fallen men around the space craft, something I took out in consideration to your rules.
Prologue: Dawn of Parturition
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The minuscule room was filled to the brim with doctors of all sorts, each of them wearing long flowing robes that barely touched the ground. The floors were covered in a milky white tile that only added to an occupant’s discomfort, and the air was filled with the vile stench of excretion. The walls of the small room were painted in a deep translucent heliotrope, and only two small windows added the much needed light into the depths of blackness that suffocated the infirmary. Outside the sun blazed like a wild fire onto the sandy grounds of the nearby dessert, and the once beloved clouds were nowhere to be seen. Nearby rooms were filled with loud obnoxious crying of children, and sometimes the groans of mourners. The only borders separating the rooms were the thin white sheets, which didn’t leave much imagination to what was going on behind them.
Azure ‘eraph was just another one of the patients who resided in the confines of the cramped hospital. She was nothing more but a mere Kig-Yar, and the only thing that made her special was her skills in communication. Some called her the “Heavenly Negotiator”, and others called her “Forerunner’s Emblem”. No matter what she was called, her life held but one purpose; to unite the Covenant in one holy matrimony. During past months ‘eraph had fallen in love with a warrior named Creon ‘estipholes. Creon was a dark figure; his heart had been long lost under the fatigue of wars. His face was robed in scars, and his scales had lost most of their luster. No matter how he looked, Azure had felt some strange connection toward him, and some say it was love at first sight.
This day had been long approaching in Azure’s life, and there was no turning back from this point on. Over the past few weeks Azure had become pregnant with a baby boy, and the time for his birth had come. What was to be held still lied unknown in the deep uncanny peaks of the future but whatever was to come; Azure was ready for it. Since her time checking into the Covenant hospital she had been placed in a small dimly lit room. Her small body was placed in a very smooth and warm bed, and the cold sheets only added to her comfort. Many of the doctors had treated her like royalty, and this was a very rare way to be treated for a Kig-Yar.
Kig-Yars were one of the smallest and useless races in the Covenant Armada. They were only used for head to head combat, and sometimes the smarter of the race was used for negotiations. Most Kig-Yars were built the same way; the majority of them had large fronds which came up from the back of their necks to the top of their heads. Many of the Kig-Yar also had backwards pointing knees, which added to their agility and their grace in running. Elites had called them the “Cannon Fodder” of the Covenant, but the Kig-Yars ignored remarks like such. In their eyes they were not the lowest race, that title belonged to the infidels they called Grunts. Grunts were feeble creatures, only caring about their food and their own survival. They were hideous creatures and they all deserved to die.
Of course, a woman like Azure would have to push those thoughts aside if she wished to unite the Covenant into a strongly woven group. Unlike their brethren, Azure and Creon were both well known Kig-Yar. Their names had been heard all throughout High Charity, and they were the first of their kind to actually communicate with the Prophets. The Prophets were the loyal guardians of the Covenant, and all they wanted was peace for their children. Their only hope was to destroy all who stood in their path and cover the universe in their grace. This had always interested Azure, and maybe that is why she became a negotiator.
Creon on the other hand had always despised the Prophets and their ways. He believed that peace was a last resort, only needed in times of utter confusion. Something about the Prophets also scared him; he believed that something so gentile always has the darkest side locked away behind it. When Creon met the Prophets it was against his will, the only reason he agreed to go along was for his fiancé Azure. The words that were spoken that day were only reflected off Creon’s enormous ego. A strange combination if you think about it, a peaceful lover and a horrible dictator.
As the story unfolds, things can become unclear; the main goal might be lost in the troubles that arise. Consequences follow in everyone footsteps, but they rarely come to change a person’s life. Battles and Wars may be fought, but the focus will always remain the same. The time has come for a great warrior to be born, conceived from a cold heart and a touching personality. He will lead the Covenant to its final destination, but not without first overcoming his benefactors. No ones actions go unchallenged, and neither will his. Today marks the beginning of the end, and tomorrow marks the presence of the yesterday. Whatever comes next, will lie unknown until the final hero steps forward.
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Azure’s glowing blue eyes bounced around the room, her breath was heavy and her attitude was quickly changing. Beside her set her caring husband, his small yellow eyes never losing sight of his wife. Both of them locked hands, neither of them wanting to let go through the hell that was about to unfold.
“I know you can do this Azure, when have I ever doubted you,” Creon’s subtle words entered the tender ears of his loving wife, and she was only able to give back a small smile. Her fronds drooped down the side of her neck, and her once beautiful yellow-like scales had turned a dark gray. Creon thought as long as he could before bellowing out a gentile lie, “You look beautiful dear, wish there was some way to remember this moment.”
Azure’s face filled with anger at Creon’s last remark, “Shut up Creon, you know I hate liars.” Her eyes began to look deep into Creon’s as she belted out a large cry, “Oh, why must you sit here and watch me through this pain!?”
Creon looked strangely at her amazed by her outburst, “Why dear, I don’t think I could ever leave you side. No matter how outraged you may become!” His tender loving eyes scanned over his exhausted wife, and he let out a quiet sigh. Oh how he hated having to see her like this, but it was the curse of bearing a child.
The doctor at the end of table looked up at the two Jackals and let out a small laugh by clicking his mandibles together, “Your doing great Azure, just a bit more time and you’ll be done. Just hold in there and everything will be ok!”
“Oh, why does this have to be such a tedious task,” cried Azure, tears rolling down here scale covered checks. Her eyes began to slowly close as she gave her final push, and the world around her became a mangled blur of swirling colors.
The tall doctor slowly stood above the two Kig-Yar, and in his largely folded hand he carried a yellow egg. It had been cleaned and rinsed by the doctor, and it seemed to be shining in the quiet sunlight permitting through the window blinds. Creon quickly stood up and lifted his hand out for the egg.
“Don’t you think it would be best for Azure to hold it first,” The doctor asked somewhat dumbstruck by Creon’s rude gesture.
“Oh my, how stupid of me. Yes, yes, let her have the child,” Creon’s words echoed around the small room, somewhat shaking the unbearable silence and awaking his wife.
“My Forerunner! Look at the size of that egg,” exclaimed Azure in a quiet raspy tone, her scale color was slowly returning. She then held out her small three fingered hand for the egg and grasped onto it with all her might. “How long do you think it will take for the egg to hatch doctor,” Her question perked the quiet doctor’s attention.
“By the size and weight of that egg I would say erm... three to four days,” The doctor’s answer caused Azure to let out a large sigh of boredom.
“Oh how I wish to see his eyes, I bet their just like his fathers...,” Azure’s words caused Creon to smile but only for a bit.
“Now Creon, you know what you must do? You have to take this egg to be blessed by the Prophets, it would only be a high mark of status for you Jackals,” The doctors words caused Creon to shudder.
“I understand doctor, I just hate approaching them. Something about them makes me shiver all over,” Creon’s few words caused the doctor to jump back.
“Watch what you say Creon, that is heresy,” The doctor yelled back in an angry tone.
“Yes, yes, I know doctor, forgive me,” Creon apologized as he grabbed the egg from his dazed wife.
Creon held up the egg into the light of the sun, only to see a small Kig-Yar like figure huddled in a ball inside the large egg. His lips parted into a smile when he saw the little boy, “Oh what future lies in front of you my son, I can only wonder…”
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The beautiful rays of the early morning sunrise patted the soft scales on Contention’s dry face. It had been months, no years; since Contention’s small radiating blood red eyes had seen the magnificence of any light form. His name was now unknown to the whole universe, and his face was that of a stranger. Stranded by enemies and helped by the unknown, none of it made since to the runt Jackal. The past was nothing but a hazy blur, wrapped in corruption and chained with the rusty locks made of lies. Unfortunately for Contention, his journey was far from complete; and his quest had just begun. The sight of burning bodies and crying children still lied deep within the cracks of the Jackal’s closed mind. Even the smell of the eroding flesh and bones still dug into his nostrils. All he wanted now was to forget the past and embrace the future with open arms.
How it began was still a mystery to the bruised and battered Contention. The last thing his mind remembered was tasting the lips of a dainty figure. Her body was robed in a magnificent black gown, and it was covered in the finest off all jewels. Underneath her flesh though, there was something unimaginable; something Contention didn’t wish to see ever again. Those days were gone now, all lost in time and covered up in years. Sometimes Contention wondered about his home world, but only for one small second. It was lost now, in turmoil and war. Whatever had happened to the planet would never be known to Contention. His mind was set on other things, one of these belonging to revenge. The Prophets of Truth and Mercy, those were the ones who betrayed him and sent him to this hell. For years his tainted mind has thought of nothing else, they were all going to die, soon their forsaken bodies would lie on the cold mud of the swampy grounds.
Now Contention only had one thing to do, get off the sacred ring his masters had called “Halo”. It would not be an easy task, for any life forms that had entered the rings atmosphere were long dead. Since Contention’s time within the canals of the dreary circlet, something strange had happened on the mainland of the sacred grounds. The place the Prophets had once called “The divine beyond” had been blown into many pieces. Only large masses of land floated in the crimson blackness of the universe’s skies. Nothing was left but dried up lakes and charcoaled fields. Contention was alone, a feeling he utterly hated. All his life he wanted nothing more than a friend, but no one ever paid attention to the mighty Jackal.
His mark of high status was branded on him by his parents at an early age, and since then no one had ever thought of him has a trust-worthy companion. Contention could hardly remember the faces of his loving parents. It was he who killed them, and he could never forget his mistake. There was no accident; it was all perfectly planned by the nourished Jackal. Expose of their bodies and leave no trace behind, it all seemed so perfect. Unfortunately, Contention left to many loose ends and soon rumors spread. No matter how much he ran from the guilt, it would always wind up slapping him hard in the face on its return. Many have wondered why Contention would do such a harmful thing, but the answer would always remain in the shadows of Contention’s dangerous thoughts.
The fields in front of the Jackal were covered in brown and black, the once luscious green blowing grass of the lands were gone. Skies above were painted in an eerie fiery glow that reflected off the beaten ground. The more Contention dragged forward, the more the tender voice of his mother and the strict stern eyes of his father bleated like drums in his ears and mind.
“Why oh why did you have to die,” Contention’s mind wondered as his legs slowly moved forward. The grass under his boots crunched loudly as he walked, and the silence that surrounded him only made the situation worse. Contention’s only company belonged to his tangled conscience, lost deep within madness and grief.
In the distance, Contention could see parts of ships sticking out of the ground. Their wings were tattered with bullets and their bodies were nothing but skeletons. Some of them seemed to be carrying weapons, and others seemed to be carrying food supplies. They looked strangely like human ships to the curious creature, but he would need a closer look to make sure. As he edged forward his heart began to beat like mad, and he quickly stopped to catch a breath. He had come this far, and there was no way he could turn back now. Where would he run, who would care for him? Contention had no company, this really was hell. Then, Contention took in a deep gulp and ran like mad toward the wreckage. His small heart plummeted through his chest as he stumbled upon the bodies of humans, lying around the massive craft.
The longer Contention stood and stared, the more his stomach began to turn and growl. This was something Contention couldn’t stand, death had always been an enemy to him, and he hated to see it win. Without haste, the grief stricken Jackal kneeled down besides one of the “flesh-bags”. His eyes were rolled back in his head, and his arms were broken. Something about the poor creature reminded Contention of his parents. The pain he dealt them and the horrible deaths they became part of. Contention wanted nothing to do with it, but he had already let it inside his soul. Darkness and hatred crowded his thoughts, and the only action he wanted to complete was murder.
“Mother, father, if only you were alive. Would you save me? Or would you leave me to die in this place. I don’t deserve your pity; all I ask for is your salvation. Forgive me for my sins, I am nothing but a fool,” His words echoed into the distance and his hand clenched in rage. The whites of his knuckles slowly began to show as he clenched his teeth. Contention couldn’t take this anymore; it was too much to bear for one being.
How he did it had always amazed him though. That is how he murdered his parents; he did it so silently and without regret. The passion in his heart helped him do it. Filth didn’t deserve to live, and his parents were the worst scum bags alive. Killing them only eased his pain and lifted his spirits. It happened in his youth, and he could hardly remember it all clearly. What he did know he kept to himself and told no others. Except for now, he was alone and there were no witnesses.
“Your face mother, you were so scared. I could see it in your eyes, those hazel eyes of yours. My hands enjoyed your death mother, as did I. You pitiful being of a creature, why did you have to let me do it? You were nothing more but a sympathizer who cared everything for others except yourself and your family. Dad, you fought back; don’t think I don’t remember how you kicked and squirmed. What did you think that you were stronger than your son? I was in my youth, how do you think you could have destroyed me? That is if you would have… You were too weak, you would have let me live. That would have been a mistake though daddy, you were too careless. I would have come back for you, I would not have rested until you lied in my clutches… lifeless and still,” As Contention spoke; his snout began to droop into a frown.
Alone, stranded, scared, and cold all described Contention. His scaled figure shivered in haste as he stood still beside the bodies. To him they deserved proper burials, and that was something Contention’s blood stained hands could not do. He looked at them sadly and allowed himself to shed a tear. Something he couldn’t stand was silence, and he knew exactly how to break it. Stories crowded the misty thoughts of his dark brain, and he had to let them out.
“Where to begin, so much to remember… and so much to say. I think I should start at the beginning and end where I am now. It shouldn’t take to long, heck, I have enough time in the world to go over everyone’s life,” Contention grinned madly as he let out a loud laugh.
Prologue: Dawn of Parturition
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The minuscule room was filled to the brim with doctors of all sorts, each of them wearing long flowing robes that barely touched the ground. The floors were covered in a milky white tile that only added to an occupant’s discomfort, and the air was filled with the vile stench of excretion. The walls of the small room were painted in a deep translucent heliotrope, and only two small windows added the much needed light into the depths of blackness that suffocated the infirmary. Outside the sun blazed like a wild fire onto the sandy grounds of the nearby dessert, and the once beloved clouds were nowhere to be seen. Nearby rooms were filled with loud obnoxious crying of children, and sometimes the groans of mourners. The only borders separating the rooms were the thin white sheets, which didn’t leave much imagination to what was going on behind them.
Azure ‘eraph was just another one of the patients who resided in the confines of the cramped hospital. She was nothing more but a mere Kig-Yar, and the only thing that made her special was her skills in communication. Some called her the “Heavenly Negotiator”, and others called her “Forerunner’s Emblem”. No matter what she was called, her life held but one purpose; to unite the Covenant in one holy matrimony. During past months ‘eraph had fallen in love with a warrior named Creon ‘estipholes. Creon was a dark figure; his heart had been long lost under the fatigue of wars. His face was robed in scars, and his scales had lost most of their luster. No matter how he looked, Azure had felt some strange connection toward him, and some say it was love at first sight.
This day had been long approaching in Azure’s life, and there was no turning back from this point on. Over the past few weeks Azure had become pregnant with a baby boy, and the time for his birth had come. What was to be held still lied unknown in the deep uncanny peaks of the future but whatever was to come; Azure was ready for it. Since her time checking into the Covenant hospital she had been placed in a small dimly lit room. Her small body was placed in a very smooth and warm bed, and the cold sheets only added to her comfort. Many of the doctors had treated her like royalty, and this was a very rare way to be treated for a Kig-Yar.
Kig-Yars were one of the smallest and useless races in the Covenant Armada. They were only used for head to head combat, and sometimes the smarter of the race was used for negotiations. Most Kig-Yars were built the same way; the majority of them had large fronds which came up from the back of their necks to the top of their heads. Many of the Kig-Yar also had backwards pointing knees, which added to their agility and their grace in running. Elites had called them the “Cannon Fodder” of the Covenant, but the Kig-Yars ignored remarks like such. In their eyes they were not the lowest race, that title belonged to the infidels they called Grunts. Grunts were feeble creatures, only caring about their food and their own survival. They were hideous creatures and they all deserved to die.
Of course, a woman like Azure would have to push those thoughts aside if she wished to unite the Covenant into a strongly woven group. Unlike their brethren, Azure and Creon were both well known Kig-Yar. Their names had been heard all throughout High Charity, and they were the first of their kind to actually communicate with the Prophets. The Prophets were the loyal guardians of the Covenant, and all they wanted was peace for their children. Their only hope was to destroy all who stood in their path and cover the universe in their grace. This had always interested Azure, and maybe that is why she became a negotiator.
Creon on the other hand had always despised the Prophets and their ways. He believed that peace was a last resort, only needed in times of utter confusion. Something about the Prophets also scared him; he believed that something so gentile always has the darkest side locked away behind it. When Creon met the Prophets it was against his will, the only reason he agreed to go along was for his fiancé Azure. The words that were spoken that day were only reflected off Creon’s enormous ego. A strange combination if you think about it, a peaceful lover and a horrible dictator.
As the story unfolds, things can become unclear; the main goal might be lost in the troubles that arise. Consequences follow in everyone footsteps, but they rarely come to change a person’s life. Battles and Wars may be fought, but the focus will always remain the same. The time has come for a great warrior to be born, conceived from a cold heart and a touching personality. He will lead the Covenant to its final destination, but not without first overcoming his benefactors. No ones actions go unchallenged, and neither will his. Today marks the beginning of the end, and tomorrow marks the presence of the yesterday. Whatever comes next, will lie unknown until the final hero steps forward.
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Azure’s glowing blue eyes bounced around the room, her breath was heavy and her attitude was quickly changing. Beside her set her caring husband, his small yellow eyes never losing sight of his wife. Both of them locked hands, neither of them wanting to let go through the hell that was about to unfold.
“I know you can do this Azure, when have I ever doubted you,” Creon’s subtle words entered the tender ears of his loving wife, and she was only able to give back a small smile. Her fronds drooped down the side of her neck, and her once beautiful yellow-like scales had turned a dark gray. Creon thought as long as he could before bellowing out a gentile lie, “You look beautiful dear, wish there was some way to remember this moment.”
Azure’s face filled with anger at Creon’s last remark, “Shut up Creon, you know I hate liars.” Her eyes began to look deep into Creon’s as she belted out a large cry, “Oh, why must you sit here and watch me through this pain!?”
Creon looked strangely at her amazed by her outburst, “Why dear, I don’t think I could ever leave you side. No matter how outraged you may become!” His tender loving eyes scanned over his exhausted wife, and he let out a quiet sigh. Oh how he hated having to see her like this, but it was the curse of bearing a child.
The doctor at the end of table looked up at the two Jackals and let out a small laugh by clicking his mandibles together, “Your doing great Azure, just a bit more time and you’ll be done. Just hold in there and everything will be ok!”
“Oh, why does this have to be such a tedious task,” cried Azure, tears rolling down here scale covered checks. Her eyes began to slowly close as she gave her final push, and the world around her became a mangled blur of swirling colors.
The tall doctor slowly stood above the two Kig-Yar, and in his largely folded hand he carried a yellow egg. It had been cleaned and rinsed by the doctor, and it seemed to be shining in the quiet sunlight permitting through the window blinds. Creon quickly stood up and lifted his hand out for the egg.
“Don’t you think it would be best for Azure to hold it first,” The doctor asked somewhat dumbstruck by Creon’s rude gesture.
“Oh my, how stupid of me. Yes, yes, let her have the child,” Creon’s words echoed around the small room, somewhat shaking the unbearable silence and awaking his wife.
“My Forerunner! Look at the size of that egg,” exclaimed Azure in a quiet raspy tone, her scale color was slowly returning. She then held out her small three fingered hand for the egg and grasped onto it with all her might. “How long do you think it will take for the egg to hatch doctor,” Her question perked the quiet doctor’s attention.
“By the size and weight of that egg I would say erm... three to four days,” The doctor’s answer caused Azure to let out a large sigh of boredom.
“Oh how I wish to see his eyes, I bet their just like his fathers...,” Azure’s words caused Creon to smile but only for a bit.
“Now Creon, you know what you must do? You have to take this egg to be blessed by the Prophets, it would only be a high mark of status for you Jackals,” The doctors words caused Creon to shudder.
“I understand doctor, I just hate approaching them. Something about them makes me shiver all over,” Creon’s few words caused the doctor to jump back.
“Watch what you say Creon, that is heresy,” The doctor yelled back in an angry tone.
“Yes, yes, I know doctor, forgive me,” Creon apologized as he grabbed the egg from his dazed wife.
Creon held up the egg into the light of the sun, only to see a small Kig-Yar like figure huddled in a ball inside the large egg. His lips parted into a smile when he saw the little boy, “Oh what future lies in front of you my son, I can only wonder…”
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The beautiful rays of the early morning sunrise patted the soft scales on Contention’s dry face. It had been months, no years; since Contention’s small radiating blood red eyes had seen the magnificence of any light form. His name was now unknown to the whole universe, and his face was that of a stranger. Stranded by enemies and helped by the unknown, none of it made since to the runt Jackal. The past was nothing but a hazy blur, wrapped in corruption and chained with the rusty locks made of lies. Unfortunately for Contention, his journey was far from complete; and his quest had just begun. The sight of burning bodies and crying children still lied deep within the cracks of the Jackal’s closed mind. Even the smell of the eroding flesh and bones still dug into his nostrils. All he wanted now was to forget the past and embrace the future with open arms.
How it began was still a mystery to the bruised and battered Contention. The last thing his mind remembered was tasting the lips of a dainty figure. Her body was robed in a magnificent black gown, and it was covered in the finest off all jewels. Underneath her flesh though, there was something unimaginable; something Contention didn’t wish to see ever again. Those days were gone now, all lost in time and covered up in years. Sometimes Contention wondered about his home world, but only for one small second. It was lost now, in turmoil and war. Whatever had happened to the planet would never be known to Contention. His mind was set on other things, one of these belonging to revenge. The Prophets of Truth and Mercy, those were the ones who betrayed him and sent him to this hell. For years his tainted mind has thought of nothing else, they were all going to die, soon their forsaken bodies would lie on the cold mud of the swampy grounds.
Now Contention only had one thing to do, get off the sacred ring his masters had called “Halo”. It would not be an easy task, for any life forms that had entered the rings atmosphere were long dead. Since Contention’s time within the canals of the dreary circlet, something strange had happened on the mainland of the sacred grounds. The place the Prophets had once called “The divine beyond” had been blown into many pieces. Only large masses of land floated in the crimson blackness of the universe’s skies. Nothing was left but dried up lakes and charcoaled fields. Contention was alone, a feeling he utterly hated. All his life he wanted nothing more than a friend, but no one ever paid attention to the mighty Jackal.
His mark of high status was branded on him by his parents at an early age, and since then no one had ever thought of him has a trust-worthy companion. Contention could hardly remember the faces of his loving parents. It was he who killed them, and he could never forget his mistake. There was no accident; it was all perfectly planned by the nourished Jackal. Expose of their bodies and leave no trace behind, it all seemed so perfect. Unfortunately, Contention left to many loose ends and soon rumors spread. No matter how much he ran from the guilt, it would always wind up slapping him hard in the face on its return. Many have wondered why Contention would do such a harmful thing, but the answer would always remain in the shadows of Contention’s dangerous thoughts.
The fields in front of the Jackal were covered in brown and black, the once luscious green blowing grass of the lands were gone. Skies above were painted in an eerie fiery glow that reflected off the beaten ground. The more Contention dragged forward, the more the tender voice of his mother and the strict stern eyes of his father bleated like drums in his ears and mind.
“Why oh why did you have to die,” Contention’s mind wondered as his legs slowly moved forward. The grass under his boots crunched loudly as he walked, and the silence that surrounded him only made the situation worse. Contention’s only company belonged to his tangled conscience, lost deep within madness and grief.
In the distance, Contention could see parts of ships sticking out of the ground. Their wings were tattered with bullets and their bodies were nothing but skeletons. Some of them seemed to be carrying weapons, and others seemed to be carrying food supplies. They looked strangely like human ships to the curious creature, but he would need a closer look to make sure. As he edged forward his heart began to beat like mad, and he quickly stopped to catch a breath. He had come this far, and there was no way he could turn back now. Where would he run, who would care for him? Contention had no company, this really was hell. Then, Contention took in a deep gulp and ran like mad toward the wreckage. His small heart plummeted through his chest as he stumbled upon the bodies of humans, lying around the massive craft.
The longer Contention stood and stared, the more his stomach began to turn and growl. This was something Contention couldn’t stand, death had always been an enemy to him, and he hated to see it win. Without haste, the grief stricken Jackal kneeled down besides one of the “flesh-bags”. His eyes were rolled back in his head, and his arms were broken. Something about the poor creature reminded Contention of his parents. The pain he dealt them and the horrible deaths they became part of. Contention wanted nothing to do with it, but he had already let it inside his soul. Darkness and hatred crowded his thoughts, and the only action he wanted to complete was murder.
“Mother, father, if only you were alive. Would you save me? Or would you leave me to die in this place. I don’t deserve your pity; all I ask for is your salvation. Forgive me for my sins, I am nothing but a fool,” His words echoed into the distance and his hand clenched in rage. The whites of his knuckles slowly began to show as he clenched his teeth. Contention couldn’t take this anymore; it was too much to bear for one being.
How he did it had always amazed him though. That is how he murdered his parents; he did it so silently and without regret. The passion in his heart helped him do it. Filth didn’t deserve to live, and his parents were the worst scum bags alive. Killing them only eased his pain and lifted his spirits. It happened in his youth, and he could hardly remember it all clearly. What he did know he kept to himself and told no others. Except for now, he was alone and there were no witnesses.
“Your face mother, you were so scared. I could see it in your eyes, those hazel eyes of yours. My hands enjoyed your death mother, as did I. You pitiful being of a creature, why did you have to let me do it? You were nothing more but a sympathizer who cared everything for others except yourself and your family. Dad, you fought back; don’t think I don’t remember how you kicked and squirmed. What did you think that you were stronger than your son? I was in my youth, how do you think you could have destroyed me? That is if you would have… You were too weak, you would have let me live. That would have been a mistake though daddy, you were too careless. I would have come back for you, I would not have rested until you lied in my clutches… lifeless and still,” As Contention spoke; his snout began to droop into a frown.
Alone, stranded, scared, and cold all described Contention. His scaled figure shivered in haste as he stood still beside the bodies. To him they deserved proper burials, and that was something Contention’s blood stained hands could not do. He looked at them sadly and allowed himself to shed a tear. Something he couldn’t stand was silence, and he knew exactly how to break it. Stories crowded the misty thoughts of his dark brain, and he had to let them out.
“Where to begin, so much to remember… and so much to say. I think I should start at the beginning and end where I am now. It shouldn’t take to long, heck, I have enough time in the world to go over everyone’s life,” Contention grinned madly as he let out a loud laugh.