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everlastingsoul) wrote2006-04-26 01:31 am
everlastingsoul) wrote2006-04-26 01:31 am
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A drabble in the middle of the night
Title: Raging Nostrum
Fandom: Suikoden
Characters: Albert Silverberg
Prompt: Death
Word Count: 476
Rating: T for talking of violence, blood, and all that good stuff
Author's Notes: As the name [subtly] implies, you'll probably need a little bit of knowledge of Suikoden V to understand this one. This is an immediate follow-up to the last drabble I wrote, Masks.
Started: April 25, 2006 (10:59 PM)
Finished: April 26, 2006 (1:20 AM)
To take it is to suffer a death of insanity. You lose your mind utterly to the need to fight, to spill blood, to kill.
In this state, you do not behave like a normal human being. All inhibition leaves you as you fly at the nearest target--be it friend or foe--and tear into them with whatever you have at your disposal. Nothing will satiate you, though the sight of blood will spur on your homicidal spree.
It is used only by those that have no options left because of its immediate side effects. You will never be the same person afterwards, enveloped in the all-consuming rage of a rabid beast until the moment you die. And that moment comes all too soon, because the life of a berserker is doomed to be fleeting. No judgment. No pain. Just violence.
It was an ironic way to die. After all, he had been notorious for his cool attitude and serious tone. To show such unbridled anger was against everything he had been taught.
Unfortunately, he never had a choice in the matter.
~
They found his body the next morning; when he had not shown up for an early appointment, an attendant was sent to check on him. Guards had come next when no one had answered the door, and they were the first to find the redheaded strategist slumped over a black-cowled figure, blood soaking the normally-immaculate black and white coat he had seldomly worn in the past few years.
There was a huge uproar following the murder, of course. The assassination of a young, foreign strategist of considerable familial fame was 'investigated thoroughly' by the government, and a conclusion quickly drawn from the evidence at the scene. Evidence at the scene showed that Silverberg's assassin was a member of Nether Gate, and it was quite well-known that the majority of Nether Gate was employed by New Armes following the civil war within the Queendom of Falena. Propaganda of a powerhungry neighboring nation and an imminent call to arms flooded the streets as more signs of Nether Gate activity arose, to which the government ordered a preemptive strike.
Amidst all of the confusion and fear, the people would overlook the fact that not all of Nether Gate worked for Armes; that the evidence found alongside the murdered strategist would not be made public for long; that a great sum of money had disappeared from the national treasury only two weeks prior to Silverberg's death. The people would never realize that the evidence collected at the scene was in fact the body of a hired Nether Gate assassin, ravaged beyond recognition by his own target in a drug-induced frenzy.
And Albert Silverberg, who strived all of his life to find fame, found it as many of his family had found it before him--in death.
Fandom: Suikoden
Characters: Albert Silverberg
Prompt: Death
Word Count: 476
Rating: T for talking of violence, blood, and all that good stuff
Author's Notes: As the name [subtly] implies, you'll probably need a little bit of knowledge of Suikoden V to understand this one. This is an immediate follow-up to the last drabble I wrote, Masks.
Started: April 25, 2006 (10:59 PM)
Finished: April 26, 2006 (1:20 AM)
To take it is to suffer a death of insanity. You lose your mind utterly to the need to fight, to spill blood, to kill.
In this state, you do not behave like a normal human being. All inhibition leaves you as you fly at the nearest target--be it friend or foe--and tear into them with whatever you have at your disposal. Nothing will satiate you, though the sight of blood will spur on your homicidal spree.
It is used only by those that have no options left because of its immediate side effects. You will never be the same person afterwards, enveloped in the all-consuming rage of a rabid beast until the moment you die. And that moment comes all too soon, because the life of a berserker is doomed to be fleeting. No judgment. No pain. Just violence.
It was an ironic way to die. After all, he had been notorious for his cool attitude and serious tone. To show such unbridled anger was against everything he had been taught.
Unfortunately, he never had a choice in the matter.
~
They found his body the next morning; when he had not shown up for an early appointment, an attendant was sent to check on him. Guards had come next when no one had answered the door, and they were the first to find the redheaded strategist slumped over a black-cowled figure, blood soaking the normally-immaculate black and white coat he had seldomly worn in the past few years.
There was a huge uproar following the murder, of course. The assassination of a young, foreign strategist of considerable familial fame was 'investigated thoroughly' by the government, and a conclusion quickly drawn from the evidence at the scene. Evidence at the scene showed that Silverberg's assassin was a member of Nether Gate, and it was quite well-known that the majority of Nether Gate was employed by New Armes following the civil war within the Queendom of Falena. Propaganda of a powerhungry neighboring nation and an imminent call to arms flooded the streets as more signs of Nether Gate activity arose, to which the government ordered a preemptive strike.
Amidst all of the confusion and fear, the people would overlook the fact that not all of Nether Gate worked for Armes; that the evidence found alongside the murdered strategist would not be made public for long; that a great sum of money had disappeared from the national treasury only two weeks prior to Silverberg's death. The people would never realize that the evidence collected at the scene was in fact the body of a hired Nether Gate assassin, ravaged beyond recognition by his own target in a drug-induced frenzy.
And Albert Silverberg, who strived all of his life to find fame, found it as many of his family had found it before him--in death.