Post by Deleted on Aug 8, 2014 7:52:08 GMT -6
Sabin sat in the darkness of the forest, his back against the tree. It had been years since he actually sat alone in the dark. For Sabin, sitting alone in the dark was something to avoid. being alone meant a moment to reflect which Sabin hated because he had to recount for all the deeds that he did, the bloody swath that he cut on his rise to power. Paul finally getting his much deserved death, those who sided with Paul against Sabin being executed. All buried in a mass grave on the bottom of the hill that they used to sit and plot at when they were friends.
The last words still haunted Sabin. “nou panse ke nou te genyen men ou viktwa pa ou pral tonbe viv ak kè poze. ou pral soufri jouk ou mouri. yon wa ansanm ak fanmi pa. aire pa, ou ankò yon koton pase mwen menm frè”
Sabin slide the blade home when he heard those words. As he sat in the darkness he wondered did he kill him because he just wanted it finished or did he kill him because it hurt so much because he was right? Sabin had just sent hit squads across the globe to remove the opposition to his reign, but it brought him no measure of peace to do so. If anything it was something that just had to be done. It didn’t have a feeling to it at all. Was that a good thing or a bad thing? Sabin Sanctioned five murders an didn’t feel a thing, was it part of his reign, was it something that he had to do? Was there any o ther way? What he had heard on the vine what the prides in the United states were doing and Hiero was the head. He was jealous as usual Sabin spilt oceans of blood to get what Hiero was able to do with a wave of his hand.
One day when they were on that boat Sabin would have to fine out how in the world he did what he did. He was able to accomplish what Sabin fought for with no blood. And everyone knew their place, In Hiero’s little organization. The thought soured on Sabin’s mind. What if Hiero was to turn against him, he could actually kill Sabin. While with the poison Sabin would possibly make it a double murder, but Sabin truly could not stand up to Hiero if Hiero decided to remove him from the board. It made sense having Ray move in on his powerbase. Taking that last part of the bravo's... Could It be? That would have been brilliant. Something that Sabin had not saw coming.
Sabin shook those thoughts from his mind. Hiero was his best friend in the world the one person who always pulled for him. That was the crazy, desperate part, who was he King Lear? crazy, Or was it? The voice was more clear than clear… Sabin felt fine but… Sabin began looking around as a sense of dread came over him. Could Paul had hexed him? A last little bit of VoDou to send Sabin to and through hell? Sabin felt the cold grip of death holding him in place terror crashed into him. He wanted to scream but found that he couldn’t. Sabin needed to get to someone who knew magic.. Sabin wanted to get up and run but then everything went black...
The last words still haunted Sabin. “nou panse ke nou te genyen men ou viktwa pa ou pral tonbe viv ak kè poze. ou pral soufri jouk ou mouri. yon wa ansanm ak fanmi pa. aire pa, ou ankò yon koton pase mwen menm frè”
you think you won but your victory will not bring you peace. you will suffer until you die. a king with no family. no aire, you a more a ghost than I am brother
Sabin slide the blade home when he heard those words. As he sat in the darkness he wondered did he kill him because he just wanted it finished or did he kill him because it hurt so much because he was right? Sabin had just sent hit squads across the globe to remove the opposition to his reign, but it brought him no measure of peace to do so. If anything it was something that just had to be done. It didn’t have a feeling to it at all. Was that a good thing or a bad thing? Sabin Sanctioned five murders an didn’t feel a thing, was it part of his reign, was it something that he had to do? Was there any o ther way? What he had heard on the vine what the prides in the United states were doing and Hiero was the head. He was jealous as usual Sabin spilt oceans of blood to get what Hiero was able to do with a wave of his hand.
One day when they were on that boat Sabin would have to fine out how in the world he did what he did. He was able to accomplish what Sabin fought for with no blood. And everyone knew their place, In Hiero’s little organization. The thought soured on Sabin’s mind. What if Hiero was to turn against him, he could actually kill Sabin. While with the poison Sabin would possibly make it a double murder, but Sabin truly could not stand up to Hiero if Hiero decided to remove him from the board. It made sense having Ray move in on his powerbase. Taking that last part of the bravo's... Could It be? That would have been brilliant. Something that Sabin had not saw coming.
Sabin shook those thoughts from his mind. Hiero was his best friend in the world the one person who always pulled for him. That was the crazy, desperate part, who was he King Lear? crazy, Or was it? The voice was more clear than clear… Sabin felt fine but… Sabin began looking around as a sense of dread came over him. Could Paul had hexed him? A last little bit of VoDou to send Sabin to and through hell? Sabin felt the cold grip of death holding him in place terror crashed into him. He wanted to scream but found that he couldn’t. Sabin needed to get to someone who knew magic.. Sabin wanted to get up and run but then everything went black...