The night sky was cool and dark, hanging heavily over the men as they sat in the dead leaves and grass. It had always been so warm this time of year, even with the fact they were in the woods. The men normally set up camp outside of the lumber camp, they could normally raid and bully the man living there for coin. Not that Blake agreed with this and all, but Blake had grown use to it and was his only option.
Though this night was different, they sat by a pond eerily close to Bree. They had spent all day hunting Boars for meat. The main leader of the group wanted some sort of feast, so he sent several of his men out to slaughter boars and drag them to camp. But was dark and still hot in the late summer day, so the men decided to rest. They sat under the stars save for the few that had a tent to huddle under, not saying it made the night any cooler.
Blake normally set up his tent at night, but this particular night he felt it was to hot to sleep under a tent. It's not like it was going to rain any ways, it didn't rain often this time of year. So he decided to sleep like the rest of the men, under the stars in the night air. He still kept his sword by him though, he always did. The sword was the only way he knew for sure he could protect himself.
It had been a few years earlier that the man, the leader of this small company, had found young Blake in the forests of Chetwood. Blake was young and weakened from hunger at the time. So the man took Blake in to become part of the group. It didn't take Blake long to realize what kind of men he was among. They were ruthless and cruel, Blake hated everyone of them. But his choices had been to go back out and nearly starve to death once more, or stay with group.
From that point on, he had just stayed with them. It was easier, and he knew if he tried to run, they would track him down. So now he sat in among all of them, resting on the ground, awaiting for daylight. When suddenly men crashed onto the small band of brigands, slashing towards them. Blake was one of the quickest to his feet, with his sword in. Those who weren't quick were killed, that's how life had always been.
The remaining men began to fight, swords drawn first. One of the invading men sent his sword to Blake's midsection, which Blake managed to parry and in return, sliced through the man's neck, sending blood pouring out across Blake's hand and sword. The first man Blake killed haunted Blake, the second man made him wince, then after that it was all just routine.
As he finished off one man, another came towards Blake, but this time Blake was too late, trying to block him to be struck by a third. The invading group overpowered Blake, pushing him back until Blake finally surrendered, seeing the rest of his band had been slain. Blake dropped his sword, holding his hands up. Perhaps they'll just lock him up, but either way, surrendering was the best option for survival.
The invading men didn't kill him, they grabbed his hands and pushed him to his knees. One spoke as another bound Blake's hands together, "You're quite a fighter, young man. I haven't seen any brigand have such strength and passion in their eyes."
Blake said in a defeated snarl, "Mos' are jus' brigan's cause they wan' money 'n power."
The man raised his brow as they exchanged looks before saying, "And you? You don't want those?"
In honest, Blake didn't want any of those. He didn't care to have luxuries, money, power, all he wanted was his family. He wanted his mother, his father, but he knew they were both dead. He wanted his sister, but he knew he'd never find her. So instead, he knew he could never have what he truly wanted, and would forever be stuck alone in his own self misery. So how did Blake respond to the question? He didn't want to lie, not anymore, not to anyone. If these men were going to lead him to his death, perhaps now was the time to tell the truth. So he said, "I wan' somethin' Imma never ge' back. 'N so I'm stuck in a world by meself, 'n ended up in tha' band cause they were tha' only ones ta le' me in."
Blake didn't look at any of his captures , he didn't want to. He just let them lift him to his feet as the one who was talking before snorted, saying in a cold, judgmental tone, "Well, now you're going to go to your execution, kid."
He had every right to judge Blake, or at least Blake thought so. Instead of becoming something great, Blake just kept failing and falling to lower levels of disgusting. He should have never left Eva, he could have raised her. He could have fallen in love, he could have forgiven his mother. He could have chosen love over hate, and he would have ended up happier. But instead he became cruel and cold, and in the end a Brigand. So this man had the right to judge Blake, not because Blake was a criminal, but because Blake had chosen to hate the world instead of love.
And so that hatred led Blake to this point, causing him to be dragged into the Town Jail. Just like his father. Just this time Blake was dragged in by bounty hunters, not Watchers. Blake didn't know what was more humiliating, but both were. He could feel both were.
He was in the prison cell, watching the men and Watchers speak, then the Watchers gave the men money. Day broke, and Blake didn't sleep. The Watchers came and opened the bars, dragging Blake out and out the house.
The noose was around Blake's neck, he knew it was going to end this way. It was always going to end this way. It was fate. People began to gather, some Blake could recognize from his childhood, some he had never seen before. Women began to push their children away, but men tended to stay. In the end, it was a crowd of men and one woman. Blake choose to look at the single woman in the crowd who seemed to watch in horror.
He felt the ground move from under his feet, someone was speaking but he couldn't hear the words. He couldn't breath. But he watched the woman, such a beautiful woman despite having scars on her face. That face, it was the little girl all grown up from several years ago. The woman, it was that Nimeway. It was Eva.
Time was running out, Blake struggling for air. But now he began to panic, trying to reach out to the woman as his words choked in his mouth. He tried saying, 'Eva, help. I'm too afraid to die.' However the words never came out as the world began to darken. He wanted to get to her so badly, to hug her. He wanted to love again, so badly. But it was all to late.
He threw his life away, and now it was too late. He would never be able to tell his sister he loved her, that he never wanted to loose her. That her mother had loved her, and her father had loved her. He wanted to tell her everything he had been through, and how over every year, she had always been in his mind. But words never came, only death. A cruel, cold, lonely death. With his eyes fixed on the scarred face woman who stared in horror.
And Blake never got to tell Eva he loved her. In the end, he could only whisper out, "Abandon me." His last word, his last advice to the world before it turned black.
Till everything turned black.
((This is the last story about Nime's biological family. I really enjoyed writing them myself, and I hope anyone who read them enjoyed them. I sorta got teary eyed writing Blake's death, I came to really like him. But I hope I didn't make others get all sad. Anywho, hopefully I can come up with something new and cool to create a storyline for ^.^))
