Rendvir's Final Moments

[Rhysand Sekker]

Rendvir's final moments

It was all so fast, not knowing what had happened he is pulled back to reality with a thin red mist surrounding him; the walls painted red. Whatever it was he did to vaporise those bodies he didn't know how he did it, but knew that it wasn't under his control. Suddenly, reality struck, sharp pains from teeth and claws digging into his flesh as a hand slid under his mask and clawed at his face. His arms pulled away from his body, fully restricted by the mass of bodies that pounced upon him and lashed for his flesh. It was then that everything slowed down... for him at least, what followed felt like a life time.

Already overwhelmed with pain he is now overwhelmed by fear, adrenaline pushing his body into overdrive. Nothing was clear now, other than this being the end. The bodies around him became a blur, his breathing grew faster and faster, feeling his heart trying to burst out of his chest and a ringing in his ears. His body is pushing further than it ever had before, he is fighting harder than he ever had.

The claws to his face resurrect memories from long ago, pulling him deeper into the Dark Side, beginning his descent. This loss of the control that he held so dear couldn't be stopped now, everything was too potent. As the Dark grows stronger within him he sees flashes of his twin brother, Vorontyr's, face before him. It was his own face, but without the scarring and jewellery. He fought, with a single tear streaming down his face.

Then, as if in a dark side induced frenzy, he pulls his arms away from the creatures restraining him and ignites his saber anew; tearing it through the bodies of the beasts that surrounded. There was only one clear option for him now, to return the favour, take as many with him as he could so that others might escape. With expertly timed swings he tore through the creatures with a single handed saber grip, driving the duraplast spikes of his other hand's gauntlet through the faceplates of other attackers. A flurry of blood, bodies and fury surrounding the young Apprentice as he roared with rage.

Though as he fought he felt a tug at the back of his mind, what was it? It felt so familiar, it was a despair that was not his. But his brother's, Runil's own despair. So he fought, and turned as he did so. There he was, the only figure that was still clear, his brother still lived and fought through the horde with allies. Yet everyone but Runil was a blur. In a moment of clarity he remembered his legacy and in a wide sweep of his lightsaber cut through a swathe of the beasts to create space whilst tearing the amulet from his neck with a roar. "Runil!" Without wasting a single moment he threw the amulet and watched his brother turn to catch it, he locked eyes with his brother and offered him a firm nod and cast out a telepathic message. *T* "Do me proud... brother..." Yet before he could do anything else the space he created was gone, the last thing he saw before the mass of bodies trying to kill him obscuring his view was his brother catching the amulet. At least he knew his brother was safe, and so was his legacy.

Regardless of how many he killed, the beasts just continued to come in an endless horde. He fought for so long it felt like he had lived another life time, one of hate and fury, but his body was weak now; the culmination of all the bites, tears and scratches were taking their tole. He began to tire, his swings less powerful. More and more creatures were grabbing a hold of him. Yet this wasn't the worst thing, he felt as if he was losing his sense of self... his mind, was it his? He felt a strange sensation, like something was trying to take over him. In painful realisation he knew what it was, a hive mind. As his memories faded, and his body weakened he lets out a cry of heartbreak.

Falling to his knees, with a swarm of ravenous bodies trying to pile on top of him, he cannot continue. His body broke before his mind, deactivating his saber he falls forwards; practically crying out these next words. "I'm sorry father... I'm sorry, master..." Now looking down the emitter of his saber hilt, inches from his face he tries to move his thumb yet something resists. A primal urge to survive, or something worse. Tears streaming down his face he roars out. "You can't have me!" With a roar he overcomes what held him back, his thumb pushes down on the emitter and a flash of red plasma is released into his skull... followed by nothing but blackness.

In the end, he took his own life to save whatever was left of him. He died alone on the cold floor surrounded by monsters, so far from home, so far from seeing his dreams become reality...

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Originally posted by Rendvir/Glenn