Post by Pegasus on Dec 6, 2005 13:32:14 GMT -5
It was a very cold day today, he had heard them say on the radio it would be around -25 degrees below zero at times. Standing beside his truck and leaning against the passenger door, he thought it was atleast ten degrees colder than that. He shivered inside his large white winter coat, his gloved hands inside his coat pockets to provide a little more protection from the unrelenting cold. His head was covered by a white stocking cap, and that was covered by the hood of the coat.
The snow that lay before him was hardly broken at all, and most of it remained just a solid yard of snow unexplored by person or animal. There were a few tracks of kids cutting through the yard, and a couple of animals had ventured through as well, but none of them got real close to the house. His eyes started to hurt from the sun's light reflecting off the snow, so he pushed off the truck and began to trek his way towards the house.
With each step his heart pounded faster, his lungs filled and emptied quicker, and his body even began shaking, although none of it had to do with the cold. Every time he exhaled, a stream of "smoke" came forth and hovered in the air, melting away again until he breathed again. He finally made it to the front door, hesitant at first to opening it, but with a large sigh that filled his face with mist, he reached out for the handle that led to the small porch of the house. It was amazingly cold, colder than the air around it, and it was stuck at first. Pegasus wouldn't give up though, and after messing with it for a few seconds, it finally gave way and opened up, allowing him access to the house.
He wasn't sure how long it had been abandoned, or why it was never torn down and a new house put up, but as he looked around the porch he played in as a child, he was glad it was still here. He was glad he had a chance to pay his respects to her again. The room was fairly small, with two doors leading to the inside of the house. One door was to Pegasus' left, and the other was straight ahead of him. To his right used to be a wall of windows, fairly large ones at that. They had all given way to weather, and to hooligans of the street. Some were shattered, as pieces still remained in position to this day, while others were rotted and the whole section of it had actually fallen out, leaving a large gaping hole.
The snow lay less than an inch thick on the floor, but it still covered the entire porch, and Pegasus walked through it to the first door. It wasn't that the other door didn't work, it was mostly from habit. As a child, this was the door they always used, and his guardian made sure to teach them that. He was sure the door would open with ease, but he still didn't want to try unless he had to. He wouldn't, and the first door opened with ease, although it creaked loudly as he slowly swung it open.
He shut the door behind him, and he looked around the room. It was barren now, having been stripped of all it's furnishings long ago, but he could still remember it being the living room. He remembered sitting on the chair in the corner as he watched TV, and he remembered the small coffee table he used to read at every night when he was younger, always asking to stay up a few minutes longer so he could read another page.
The thoughts brought a smile to his face, something he hadn't done in quite a while to be honest. He watched a scene go about in his head, of one of his younger birthdays. Him unwrapping the present Agatha had gotten for him, and him grinning ear to ear after getting the paper off, and then wrapping his arms around her in the biggest hug he could muster at the time, and then dropping straight to the floor to begin playing with his newly acquired toy. She then sat down in a chair next to him, and placed a small bag of skittles on the floor a few inches away. Needless to say, they were gone faster than he got the wrapping paper off the present.
This thought actually got a small laugh out of him as it played inside his head. He looked around the room again, and then made his way to the next room. This room, like the last, was completely empty. He could still remember it exactly the way it was though, because this was the room he spent most of his days in during his older years. It was the dining room, and Agatha was quite an accomplished cook... well, atleast he liked it anyways. He also did most of his reading here as he got older as well, and he could always count on Agatha to have a new book ready for him right when he finished one.
He moved into the room on his right, and this would be the farthest he would travel into the house. The wooden floor of the other two rooms had transferred into tile, and he found himself in the kitchen. He didn't have many memories in the kitchen other than him trying to reach the higher cupboards as a kid, but just barely being out of reach. He wasn't here to think about that though, and his smile had left long ago. He stared down upon the floor, at a specific spot to be exact. It surprised him when he found the tile to be stained a reddish rust color in this spot, and his surprise quickly turned to saddness.
He dropped to his knees, and he slowly trailed two fingers across the stained floor. This was it... this was the spot that Agatha had died at. This was the spot that changed his life forever. He fought it as hard as he could, but his emotions overtook him, and a tear slowly trailed down his face, and then dropped upon the floor. More tears were to follow that one as he sat motionless, lost in his thoughts at the site of Agatha's death. He could almost feel her in his arms now, and see the blood soaking her clothes, and the small trail that streamed from her mouth. He could feel her life draining from her body, and he knew she was gone before anything could be done. Now he was alone, and his eyes were still dripping tears. And although it was hard for him to find the words, he spoke out to her, as if she were there now.
I'm sorry Agatha, for everything. I'm sorry I couldn't protect you, or even help you after it happened. I'm sorry I tried forgetting you, it was a foolish mistake. I should never forget the person who made me so strong in the first place, the woman that solidified my faith in God.
He leans forward, placing both hands upon the floor, fighting hard to stay composed.
The thing I hate the most... something I never did... I... ~He stops for a few seconds, the words that need to be said evading him for the moment~ I... I'm sorry I never got to say goodbye. It's just been eating away at me, every day. I had you here in my arms, and I just couldn't do it. I didn't want to let you go, so I refused to say it. I'm sorry Agatha... I'm sorry...
He lowers his head into his hands, shedding a few more tears, and then finally pushing up into a standing position, he wipes the tears from his eyes. With one more glance at the stained floor, he makes his way toward the door he entered from. Stepping out into the porch, he looks back at the living room just inside the door.
December sixth. I'll never forget you Agatha, or the things you have done for me. I'll never lose sight of my goals, and I'll never hold back. Thank you Agatha... ~He hesitates for a moment~... goodbye.
With that, he pulls the door shut, creaking until it latches shut. He turned toward the screen door, and looked at his truck beyond it. A smile slowly returned to his face, and he felt as if a great weight had finally been taken off his mind. He made his way back through the snow in the yard to the driver's side, and felt more confident than ever. No longer did he feel down, but focused. He started up the truck, and let it idle for a few minutes to warm up, and as he did he began to focus on something more important to him now. Deadly Intentions... and his match with Grimm.
The snow that lay before him was hardly broken at all, and most of it remained just a solid yard of snow unexplored by person or animal. There were a few tracks of kids cutting through the yard, and a couple of animals had ventured through as well, but none of them got real close to the house. His eyes started to hurt from the sun's light reflecting off the snow, so he pushed off the truck and began to trek his way towards the house.
With each step his heart pounded faster, his lungs filled and emptied quicker, and his body even began shaking, although none of it had to do with the cold. Every time he exhaled, a stream of "smoke" came forth and hovered in the air, melting away again until he breathed again. He finally made it to the front door, hesitant at first to opening it, but with a large sigh that filled his face with mist, he reached out for the handle that led to the small porch of the house. It was amazingly cold, colder than the air around it, and it was stuck at first. Pegasus wouldn't give up though, and after messing with it for a few seconds, it finally gave way and opened up, allowing him access to the house.
He wasn't sure how long it had been abandoned, or why it was never torn down and a new house put up, but as he looked around the porch he played in as a child, he was glad it was still here. He was glad he had a chance to pay his respects to her again. The room was fairly small, with two doors leading to the inside of the house. One door was to Pegasus' left, and the other was straight ahead of him. To his right used to be a wall of windows, fairly large ones at that. They had all given way to weather, and to hooligans of the street. Some were shattered, as pieces still remained in position to this day, while others were rotted and the whole section of it had actually fallen out, leaving a large gaping hole.
The snow lay less than an inch thick on the floor, but it still covered the entire porch, and Pegasus walked through it to the first door. It wasn't that the other door didn't work, it was mostly from habit. As a child, this was the door they always used, and his guardian made sure to teach them that. He was sure the door would open with ease, but he still didn't want to try unless he had to. He wouldn't, and the first door opened with ease, although it creaked loudly as he slowly swung it open.
He shut the door behind him, and he looked around the room. It was barren now, having been stripped of all it's furnishings long ago, but he could still remember it being the living room. He remembered sitting on the chair in the corner as he watched TV, and he remembered the small coffee table he used to read at every night when he was younger, always asking to stay up a few minutes longer so he could read another page.
The thoughts brought a smile to his face, something he hadn't done in quite a while to be honest. He watched a scene go about in his head, of one of his younger birthdays. Him unwrapping the present Agatha had gotten for him, and him grinning ear to ear after getting the paper off, and then wrapping his arms around her in the biggest hug he could muster at the time, and then dropping straight to the floor to begin playing with his newly acquired toy. She then sat down in a chair next to him, and placed a small bag of skittles on the floor a few inches away. Needless to say, they were gone faster than he got the wrapping paper off the present.
This thought actually got a small laugh out of him as it played inside his head. He looked around the room again, and then made his way to the next room. This room, like the last, was completely empty. He could still remember it exactly the way it was though, because this was the room he spent most of his days in during his older years. It was the dining room, and Agatha was quite an accomplished cook... well, atleast he liked it anyways. He also did most of his reading here as he got older as well, and he could always count on Agatha to have a new book ready for him right when he finished one.
He moved into the room on his right, and this would be the farthest he would travel into the house. The wooden floor of the other two rooms had transferred into tile, and he found himself in the kitchen. He didn't have many memories in the kitchen other than him trying to reach the higher cupboards as a kid, but just barely being out of reach. He wasn't here to think about that though, and his smile had left long ago. He stared down upon the floor, at a specific spot to be exact. It surprised him when he found the tile to be stained a reddish rust color in this spot, and his surprise quickly turned to saddness.
He dropped to his knees, and he slowly trailed two fingers across the stained floor. This was it... this was the spot that Agatha had died at. This was the spot that changed his life forever. He fought it as hard as he could, but his emotions overtook him, and a tear slowly trailed down his face, and then dropped upon the floor. More tears were to follow that one as he sat motionless, lost in his thoughts at the site of Agatha's death. He could almost feel her in his arms now, and see the blood soaking her clothes, and the small trail that streamed from her mouth. He could feel her life draining from her body, and he knew she was gone before anything could be done. Now he was alone, and his eyes were still dripping tears. And although it was hard for him to find the words, he spoke out to her, as if she were there now.
I'm sorry Agatha, for everything. I'm sorry I couldn't protect you, or even help you after it happened. I'm sorry I tried forgetting you, it was a foolish mistake. I should never forget the person who made me so strong in the first place, the woman that solidified my faith in God.
He leans forward, placing both hands upon the floor, fighting hard to stay composed.
The thing I hate the most... something I never did... I... ~He stops for a few seconds, the words that need to be said evading him for the moment~ I... I'm sorry I never got to say goodbye. It's just been eating away at me, every day. I had you here in my arms, and I just couldn't do it. I didn't want to let you go, so I refused to say it. I'm sorry Agatha... I'm sorry...
He lowers his head into his hands, shedding a few more tears, and then finally pushing up into a standing position, he wipes the tears from his eyes. With one more glance at the stained floor, he makes his way toward the door he entered from. Stepping out into the porch, he looks back at the living room just inside the door.
December sixth. I'll never forget you Agatha, or the things you have done for me. I'll never lose sight of my goals, and I'll never hold back. Thank you Agatha... ~He hesitates for a moment~... goodbye.
With that, he pulls the door shut, creaking until it latches shut. He turned toward the screen door, and looked at his truck beyond it. A smile slowly returned to his face, and he felt as if a great weight had finally been taken off his mind. He made his way back through the snow in the yard to the driver's side, and felt more confident than ever. No longer did he feel down, but focused. He started up the truck, and let it idle for a few minutes to warm up, and as he did he began to focus on something more important to him now. Deadly Intentions... and his match with Grimm.