After the amazing GoF stream last night I was inspired to write a short with Ed’s Oc, Rue. This character is fascinating and really made me want to write something. Hope you all enjoy. Thank you for the awesome stream last night. It was very enjoyable.
Rue took to the skies, the horrid emotions still mingling violently within him. His blue wings beat hard against the night wind, tears still rolling down his ashen cheeks, falling to the earth below. He flew harder, still hearing the voices of Maris and the others stopping him from his only chance. Dax was still alive, after all he did. She was still alive. That simple fact, burned all the other emotions away, allowing rage to take center stage, flushing his face hot.
After a short flight, he glimpsed his hideout below. Soaring downward, the wind brushing his hair and face violently. He closed his eyes and grit his teeth as he crashed through the window. Smashing into the shadow latent room, rolling onto his back, he whimpered. Rue didn’t feel the shards of glass that now protruded from the various parts of his body. Not the stinging pain of the glass or his bloodied hand amounted to the pain of his failure.
It was all excruciating, laying on the floor, his chest heaving, the silence disrupted only by his broken sobs. From the windowsill, the moon filtered into the room, cascading the young boy in silver light, glinting off his scales.
Pressing a hand over his face, he wailed, smashing his fist into the floor over and over until his arm would not lift again, the wooden floor fractured, and splintered. Rue felt the encroaching darkness on his consciousness as the fury finally left him, leaving only the pain and exhaustion. His eyes grew heavy, staying shut longer with each blink until they remained closed, his breathing calming.
“You have failed me,” a familiar voice said solemnly.
Rue peered at the blurry vision of a wisp of burning, black ashes, floating to create a ghastly form of his late brother. Rue recoiled, throwing a hand over his mouth, as he choked. His chest tightened. He tried his best to say his name, nothing coming out but a strained whimper.
“I can’t rest until she is dead….you must kill her,” Hugh suddenly boomed, his hollow voice echoing on all sides of the void.
Bright flashes shot before the boy’s eyes, reminding him of his demise, replaying over and over again. Rue could not contain himself, his entire body trembling as a roar built up his chest and out his mouth, shattering everything around him. The last image he saw was that of Dax, her face contorted into a wicked smile.
“I’ll fuckin kill her!” Rue cried, jolting upright, fists clenched. “I will not fail again….”
Rue’s ears twitched as a strange sound danced into the window. Jumping to his feet, he ran towards the window and poked his head out. The sound was a bit clearer…… ‘Some kind of…instrument?’
Intrigued, he did not stop himself from vaulting over onto the snow, and walking towards the sound. The night still had not ended, the moon peeking out behind the various moving clouds. Rue for some reason he could not comprehend, could not stop following the hauntingly sad melody that caressed his ears. Underneath his feet, the snow crunched as he grew closer.
Coming up onto a small park, a single lamppost centered in the middle, shed pale light on a strange hooded, fellow, dressed in black garbs. The man’s large, exposed arms gleamed in the light as his hands pulled a bow across an extravagant black and silver cello. Rue ducked behind a frosted bush, his fingers moving the frozen twigs to see well. Snow began to fall again, the white crystals melting immediately as they touched the boy’s skin. Around the man, the snow pranced, playing softly in a rather unnatural calm wind, swirling about. Rue could not tear his widened eyes away from the rather beautiful scene, nor did he notice that tears once again streamed down his face.
The man glided the thick bow one last time before raising his face. Rue’s brows lowered as he stared into the pit less voids. They stared, frozen in that moment. Rue felt himself being drawn in, dragged into unknown depths until he stood up from the bush. ‘What am I to say?’
“Please don’t stop playing,” Rue whispered, though it was not what he wanted to say.
Across the way, the man tilted his head, the hood obscuring his face. Without a word, he stroked the strings of his cello with the bow again, playing a horribly sad melody that struck Rue to his very core. Even then, every fiber of his being grew cold, goosebumps rising on his skin.
Rue took a couple steps closer and then fell to his knees, bawling into his hands.
“Revenge,” a feminine voice said, right beside him.
He jumped, face raising to see a short girl standing beside him, in the same garbs the man wore. She smiled, all of her teeth showing.
“Who….are….you?” he let out.
“Revenge is what you seek,” she continued, walking before him, veiling the sitting man who kept playing the heartbreaking tune.
