Life outside the Spectrum - crazy story from WL: SPIRIT PREZREHIYA.

         SPIRIT contempt.

(C) Alexander Abramov (WL)



   It's so empty, so dark, but I'm not alone. Somewhere there
that piece of life that once called humankind. Is this the 
death? Where is my dear old lady, quietly smiling to me where 
is the old and wise elf? I'm cold and I'm freezing. Why we feel 
the chill of death? Or is it a cold grave, of the muddy ditch, 
where they threw my dead body! Here, someone I mean, I can feel 
her warmth. Yes, this is it. Only here I can hear her music, to 
feel her peaceful breathing and voice so gentle mother, but 
distant and sad. 

  I'm already dead. I know this is an illusion and shadows 
again play with me how many times I woke up and asked myself 
the question: "Is it real? This is one dream that I always 
dreamed of? " 

  Shadows. Again the shadows. I hear the shadows of renegade, 
they ask give them my body. Why do they hate me so? Why am I so

I hate them and people? .. People? What is man? Who is he? Why
He came into this beautiful world, broke the existence and 
balance of light and darkness? Maybe he was - that a neutral 
party, which should contain light and darkness?


  Where are you? I miss you, music. Where the music?! I'm 
afraid! Do not go, stay! .. Laugh! Soulless mechanical laughter 
- Shadows, as always, thank you. Again, the music, her voice, 
her breath, her hair - I do not I see them, but I know it's 
there. I feel good. I'm no longer alone with me always have it. 
Maybe only in my dreams, but She smiles at me, she laughs, she 
wants my death, she fights with me, and I invite her to a 
restaurant. Evening on the street rain, the hall is not full, 
but not empty, we are on the balcony under a canopy, candles, 
soft music, food, light red wine and a heady atmosphere. I wore 
a black suit, black shirt (<jacket>), I am calm and 
indifferent. She comes, her light summer gown of dark color, 
adorned with large white pepper, white silk gloves and a 
strange white cloak, but rather resembles an old cloak, her 
hair loose, and the eyes give the blue evening sky. She is calm 
and indifferent to me, this evening, candlelight, dinner, and 
even music. I invite her to the table. I have it enemy, it is - 
my enemy. Meeting - familiarity. In her hands a note My note: 
. We bring a first course, second only to its 
favorite dishes! Me a cup of tea, her coffee. Now we will talk. 

  Music smoothly into an easy especially for dancing. I call it 
too well mannered to refuse. We slowly circled the room, quiet, 
time has stood still - only it is only silence. Hall is silent 
and looks at us. I know that she did does not like, but it's my 
dream. Tomorrow she would be happy to kill me, but I'll stand 
there and look at how beautiful she is. Warrior, but first girl 
is the most beautiful, but only in my dreams. 

  I hear her voice somewhere nearby, something 
incomprehensible, unintelligible, though he had not told me. 
Slipped past the Shadow. Black, silent and haughty, as by 
darkness. And next to it, but where? Where in this infinite 
space of Darkness and hate, where is she? ". Hell! This is 
hell! The place where the souls of sinners are doomed for pain 
and suffering? This is hell!. 

  Her scent, I do not familiar and unfamiliar, but something is 
telling for itself: "It is, Yes, she is!" Come, come here! ". 
The aroma of her breath, some children's tenderness - 
mothering, and somewhere in the distance it way - without a 
face, just a bright glow in the dark. I'm here alone, Shadows 
of warm hugs and holds me, and she slowly swims up to I like 
the spirit, like a piece of this world but not of this 
universe. Her hand gently touch my cheek, and she spends on 
her. I open my eyes, I can not see her face, but I know that 
she and she was crying. Why? I am not worthy of tears, I did a 
lot of evil and a lot to him committed, if I had not stopped. 
Why is she crying? Gentle and gentle spirit, how can you say 
the word love, is You can insult you? Why are you here? Why? 
You hurt myself! I do not want you to hurt myself! 

  Shadow let me go and I'm starting to fall farther and farther 
into darkness. AND more and more dreams come to visit me. Rain, 
night I'm in front of the soldiers. I am calm and indifferent, 
they attack, and I reflect their attacks. But again, she and I, 
my strength leaving me, I against causing her pain! Order - it 
does not matter. I'm falling from the pain that plagues me - 
no, this is not it, that fee insubordination.


  And the new pain, and a new idea. I see her, she is mortally 
wounded all in the wounds, hair disheveled, some sadness in his 
eyes. She raises his eyes on me, and I am smitten by it. Two 
bottomless lakes, two beautiful lakes, favoring blue skies. 
Where is my pain? Only pain in the throat and a desire to help, 
I fall on my knees and look around her, her hand holding his 
side, I take her hand. White Glove rather scarlet than white. I 
squeezed her hand, my view is not visible on my helmet, only 
her lips and cheeks, but it run through the tears. I'm crying! 
No, it's tears of pain and sorrow. 

  Darkness becomes thicker, denser, and my fall freely. But
someone grabs my hand and holds, I look up and
I see it. Why? Why are you doing this, why sacrifice a
for me? Do you know me, do not you ever heard
me? Would I can be worthy of your attention? We have a lot!
You're a goddess is not for me alone! Can not you hear them cry 
and supplication? Why? Let me go, and everything will be as 
before, you and your enemies, your love, your friends! Do I 
have the right to intervene? Do not pull me, we will perish 
together! Yes, I'm dreaming of death, along with you, but only 
if you have no chance to save you. Forgive, and you all forget 
it. Will not be me, Shadow. Will be, all as before. Drop it 
Tears fall on my face and I look at it, the Darkness pulls us 
down. 

  Again the cold again, the music, her music. I close my eyes, I
well. I feel her arms. We are flying down, slowly, as in
water. Her quiet crying. It is not fear, not desire to live, 
just tears pity me. I was quite warm and not alone. Something 
catches us and begins to lift up, enveloped from all parties 
and sing songs about unfulfilled dreams, of dreams and pure 
desire, the light and forgiving love and her strength. I close 
eyes and I thank her. Shadow, thanks Shadow. Thank you, that 
you all you know, thank you.>


  Warrior of Darkness lay on the ground, according to his lips 
dripping black blood, helmet was cracked, but still eye was not 
visible. Girl, Warrior of Light, cuddle his head and trickled 
down her face tears, quietly and silently. He raised his hand 
and held by its cheek. "Thank you, young lady!" - She opened 
her eyes and looked at him. - "And so it should be, thank you."


  His arm fell lifelessly to the ground, and the Warrior of 
Light began to cry, do not Despite the fact that her friends 
now stood and stared at her. 

  In the distance lightning flashed and the rain, washing away 
the tears from her face and the blood from his clothes. 
Perhaps, having collected his last strength, he said her name, 
and his lips stopped in a dead silence. A shadow flashed, and 
his body dissolved in the air. 


                        Dedicated Michiru Kaye! Sailor Neptune.

P.S. I hear her music - it's cello, beautiful music. I
contraction in the hands of a glass of red wine and a light 
reflected on frailty, about love and its power in our world. 
Hands habitually lie on the keyboard, and a new chapter to 
<first campaign of Shadows> implemented. 


  Always yours, Abramov Alexander (WL)


  It would be very interested to hear your opinion on this 
delirium 8) In general, in fact, all my stories delusions, and 
when the heroes start to think about life - even more so! 
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