The General's Daughter
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Chapter 13
a/n: End of story!!!
Chapter 13
Souls. . .
Death. . .
Kill. . .
Those were the only things I heard from the time I grasped Soul Edge’s hilt.
It took my mind and it warped it. I dimly remember Miyuki fighting me, crying the whole time, telling me to fight the presence. I ignored her.
During the fight, I was in my own mental battle. I won, but it was too late.
She dove between my legs to retrieve her katana that I had knocked away. Grabbing the katana, she kicked out my knees.
The evil presence in my head granted me a battle prowess I had not seen in men that were even battled hardened. It quickened my attacks, it heightened my hearing and it enhanced my strength.
As I fell to my knees, I heard her katana being picked up from the stone ground. I turned as she stabbed it into my kidney.
Yelling with anger, I whirled around, completely ignoring the wakizashi and ran Shishi-o across her chest.
The evil presence now only had control of my body; I could control my mind and my thoughts.
I saw the look on her face when Soul Edge went through her chest.
I will never forget that face as long as I live. The thrust kept her from falling backwards. She was still alive, but barely. The evil presence in my head forced me to twist the blade, severing the vessel that ran the center of the body, then brutally yanked it out. Cackling, it released me.
I regained control of my body seconds later to find the double point of Xianghua’s other sword at my neck. “Do it.”
“Look at me.”
I turned my face to the 20 year old woman at my side. Her large brown eyes filled with tears. “I will not kill you. You will live and remember this day, the day your ambitions took your lover’s place.”
Kilik knelt down besides Miyuki and my heart soared—perhaps she was still alive?
The look on his face when he turned to me said it all before he spoke. “. . .she’s still here, but not for long.”
I pushed the younger man aside and gathered Miyuki in my arms. “Please—I’m so sorry. . .”
She lifted a bloody and weak hand to my face. “. . .it spoke to me. . .it told me. . .I was carrying a piece of you. . .is it really you. . .?”
Before I could answer, the hand fell. She went limp and I could feel her soul leaving. “Miyuki, don’t leave me!” I lowered her to the ground and placed both of my hands over her midsection to stop the bleeding. It wouldn’t stop until. . .I looked up at Miyuki’s face.
She was pale, eyes closed. Tear streaks decorated her face and I had hoped against all hope that she would live, but I knew deep within that the wound was fatal.
I would have given anything to erase the last five minutes of my life. Including my soul.
“Heishiro-san. . .she’s gone.” Kilik gently pulled me back, away from her body. “There’s nothing you can do for her.”
“There is one thing I can do for you.” Xianghua said as they both helped me up. “Turn to me.”
I did so, numbly. I wanted to die, I deserved to die.
“IT DOESN’T MATTER! I’VE ALREADY WON!”
Miyuki’s voice—all three of us turned to her. Her body was in the same position as it was two seconds ago.
“I TAKE THE VOICE OF THE LAST PERSON I KILL. I AM SOUL EDGE!”
“You haven’t won yet!” Xianghua shouted. She held up the double-bladed sword. “I have Soul Calibur! Your reign of horror meets its end tonight!”
“IT STILL DOES NOT MATTER! ESPECIALLY TO YOU, MITSURUGI HEISHIRO! YOU HUNTED ME FOR TEN YEARS AND YOU FOUND ME, BUT AT WHAT COST?!”
I started towards the sword, which Kilik had removed from Miyuki’s body.
“I MADE YOU KILL YOUR BEST FRIEND.”
My eyes looked around of their own accord. Taki was lying on her back near the steps. My knees went weak—did I just kill my best friend as well?
“I MADE YOU KILL YOUR LOVER.”
I turned back to Miyuki and collapsed down besides her. Gathering up her tiny form in my arms, I held her head to my chest.
“AND I MADE YOU KILL YOUR UNBORN SON!”
“Wha—no—she couldn’t have been!” I looked around to Kilik and Xianghua, who had paled considerably.
“. . .was she--?!” Xianghua lifted a hand to her mouth, stifling a gasp.
“SHE WAS—TWO MONTHS. IT WOULD HAVE BEEN A BOY, WITH HER EYES AND YOUR ATTITUDE, MITSURUGI HEISHIRO. HE WOULD HAVE BEEN A GREAT WARRIOR WITH A COMPASSIONATE SPIRIT.”
Soul Edge was still on the stone ground near me. Gently, like our first time making love, I lay Miyuki on the floor. Then I turned to Soul Edge.
“Mitsurugi, don’t touch it—“ Kilik stood up, picking up his bo. Xianghua stopped him.
“It’s okay; I know what he’s going to do. . .”
Fighting the prodding tendrils in my mind, I used my anger and grief as a mental block from Soul Edge’s manipulation.
I lifted the blade.
“YOU MAY DESTROY ME NOW, BUT I WILL RETURN, MITSURUGI HEISHIRO.”
I limped over to the edge of the temple and I bashed it to pieces on the stone ground. I brought the blade to the stones again and again and again, taking out my grief, my anger on the wretched blade. I shattered it and slammed it against the stone until the blade was no more, then collapsed.
Xianghua and Kilik approached me while I kept my bloody hands to my side. “To your knees, Mitsurugi Heishiro.”
I did so. I looked out over the courtyard, seeing for the first time the aftermath of the battles.
The fifteen year old girl mourning over the Korean was comforted by a late comer—Seung MiNa. The older woman wrapped her arms around the girl’s shoulders like a mother would a frightened child.
Cassandra was giving her sister her last rights. Sophitia, whom I knew by Taki, was a holy warrior and thus deserved them. She gathered the older woman’s weapons and prepared to head home to Greece to bear the bad news.
Isabella Valentine had died by her own father’s hand. But before dying, she did the only good thing I had ever known a Westerner to do—she took Cervantes de Leon with her to hell.
In a corner, near the entrance to the forest, I saw Yoshimitsu, dead. He had been fighting something I had seen only once or twice in my life—Voldo, whom Taki had told me about. His body was in two pieces, cut across the chest.
A slim Western man staggered about, then collapsed, his stomach opened wide. Nightmare was dead already, a bloody hole in his neck.
“People should never see this . . . especially not one as young as her.” Xianghua motioned to the teenage girl still sobbing in MiNa’s arms. “I do this to finish the journey. It won’t kill you, but it will heal you physically. You will walk this earth, seeking redemption and not knowing what it is. This will cleanse the evil from your body, but not your soul: that you must do on your own.”
I lifted my head to the sky as Xianghua walked around, blocking my view of the courtyard. She held Soul Calibur up for several seconds, then brought the tip down through my chest.
Chapter 13
Souls. . .
Death. . .
Kill. . .
Those were the only things I heard from the time I grasped Soul Edge’s hilt.
It took my mind and it warped it. I dimly remember Miyuki fighting me, crying the whole time, telling me to fight the presence. I ignored her.
During the fight, I was in my own mental battle. I won, but it was too late.
She dove between my legs to retrieve her katana that I had knocked away. Grabbing the katana, she kicked out my knees.
The evil presence in my head granted me a battle prowess I had not seen in men that were even battled hardened. It quickened my attacks, it heightened my hearing and it enhanced my strength.
As I fell to my knees, I heard her katana being picked up from the stone ground. I turned as she stabbed it into my kidney.
Yelling with anger, I whirled around, completely ignoring the wakizashi and ran Shishi-o across her chest.
The evil presence now only had control of my body; I could control my mind and my thoughts.
I saw the look on her face when Soul Edge went through her chest.
I will never forget that face as long as I live. The thrust kept her from falling backwards. She was still alive, but barely. The evil presence in my head forced me to twist the blade, severing the vessel that ran the center of the body, then brutally yanked it out. Cackling, it released me.
I regained control of my body seconds later to find the double point of Xianghua’s other sword at my neck. “Do it.”
“Look at me.”
I turned my face to the 20 year old woman at my side. Her large brown eyes filled with tears. “I will not kill you. You will live and remember this day, the day your ambitions took your lover’s place.”
Kilik knelt down besides Miyuki and my heart soared—perhaps she was still alive?
The look on his face when he turned to me said it all before he spoke. “. . .she’s still here, but not for long.”
I pushed the younger man aside and gathered Miyuki in my arms. “Please—I’m so sorry. . .”
She lifted a bloody and weak hand to my face. “. . .it spoke to me. . .it told me. . .I was carrying a piece of you. . .is it really you. . .?”
Before I could answer, the hand fell. She went limp and I could feel her soul leaving. “Miyuki, don’t leave me!” I lowered her to the ground and placed both of my hands over her midsection to stop the bleeding. It wouldn’t stop until. . .I looked up at Miyuki’s face.
She was pale, eyes closed. Tear streaks decorated her face and I had hoped against all hope that she would live, but I knew deep within that the wound was fatal.
I would have given anything to erase the last five minutes of my life. Including my soul.
“Heishiro-san. . .she’s gone.” Kilik gently pulled me back, away from her body. “There’s nothing you can do for her.”
“There is one thing I can do for you.” Xianghua said as they both helped me up. “Turn to me.”
I did so, numbly. I wanted to die, I deserved to die.
“IT DOESN’T MATTER! I’VE ALREADY WON!”
Miyuki’s voice—all three of us turned to her. Her body was in the same position as it was two seconds ago.
“I TAKE THE VOICE OF THE LAST PERSON I KILL. I AM SOUL EDGE!”
“You haven’t won yet!” Xianghua shouted. She held up the double-bladed sword. “I have Soul Calibur! Your reign of horror meets its end tonight!”
“IT STILL DOES NOT MATTER! ESPECIALLY TO YOU, MITSURUGI HEISHIRO! YOU HUNTED ME FOR TEN YEARS AND YOU FOUND ME, BUT AT WHAT COST?!”
I started towards the sword, which Kilik had removed from Miyuki’s body.
“I MADE YOU KILL YOUR BEST FRIEND.”
My eyes looked around of their own accord. Taki was lying on her back near the steps. My knees went weak—did I just kill my best friend as well?
“I MADE YOU KILL YOUR LOVER.”
I turned back to Miyuki and collapsed down besides her. Gathering up her tiny form in my arms, I held her head to my chest.
“AND I MADE YOU KILL YOUR UNBORN SON!”
“Wha—no—she couldn’t have been!” I looked around to Kilik and Xianghua, who had paled considerably.
“. . .was she--?!” Xianghua lifted a hand to her mouth, stifling a gasp.
“SHE WAS—TWO MONTHS. IT WOULD HAVE BEEN A BOY, WITH HER EYES AND YOUR ATTITUDE, MITSURUGI HEISHIRO. HE WOULD HAVE BEEN A GREAT WARRIOR WITH A COMPASSIONATE SPIRIT.”
Soul Edge was still on the stone ground near me. Gently, like our first time making love, I lay Miyuki on the floor. Then I turned to Soul Edge.
“Mitsurugi, don’t touch it—“ Kilik stood up, picking up his bo. Xianghua stopped him.
“It’s okay; I know what he’s going to do. . .”
Fighting the prodding tendrils in my mind, I used my anger and grief as a mental block from Soul Edge’s manipulation.
I lifted the blade.
“YOU MAY DESTROY ME NOW, BUT I WILL RETURN, MITSURUGI HEISHIRO.”
I limped over to the edge of the temple and I bashed it to pieces on the stone ground. I brought the blade to the stones again and again and again, taking out my grief, my anger on the wretched blade. I shattered it and slammed it against the stone until the blade was no more, then collapsed.
Xianghua and Kilik approached me while I kept my bloody hands to my side. “To your knees, Mitsurugi Heishiro.”
I did so. I looked out over the courtyard, seeing for the first time the aftermath of the battles.
The fifteen year old girl mourning over the Korean was comforted by a late comer—Seung MiNa. The older woman wrapped her arms around the girl’s shoulders like a mother would a frightened child.
Cassandra was giving her sister her last rights. Sophitia, whom I knew by Taki, was a holy warrior and thus deserved them. She gathered the older woman’s weapons and prepared to head home to Greece to bear the bad news.
Isabella Valentine had died by her own father’s hand. But before dying, she did the only good thing I had ever known a Westerner to do—she took Cervantes de Leon with her to hell.
In a corner, near the entrance to the forest, I saw Yoshimitsu, dead. He had been fighting something I had seen only once or twice in my life—Voldo, whom Taki had told me about. His body was in two pieces, cut across the chest.
A slim Western man staggered about, then collapsed, his stomach opened wide. Nightmare was dead already, a bloody hole in his neck.
“People should never see this . . . especially not one as young as her.” Xianghua motioned to the teenage girl still sobbing in MiNa’s arms. “I do this to finish the journey. It won’t kill you, but it will heal you physically. You will walk this earth, seeking redemption and not knowing what it is. This will cleanse the evil from your body, but not your soul: that you must do on your own.”
I lifted my head to the sky as Xianghua walked around, blocking my view of the courtyard. She held Soul Calibur up for several seconds, then brought the tip down through my chest.