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IT'S FINALLY DOOOOOOOONE~ The picture was made with Paint Tool Sai, but what's funny is while I was designing the lineart for it, the movie Four Weddings and a Funeral came on so I was humming 'Crocodile Rock' All through the lineart. xD

Lol, yeaaah, probably not gonna get first place, but I still had a whole lotta fun so that'll be okay. ^^

This is my contest entry for contest. (CLOSED)

Here's the story:

.:Ghost:.

Running, running, running, can’t stop, can’t look back. Can’t stop. Keep going. Run. Breathe. Free them. Running… Running… Running…
Panting, I collapsed to the ground in exhaustion. I could barely inhale the air my lungs so desperately needed through the small openings my mask provided me. My eyes burned and my sore legs ached but I rose from the earth and weakly began to trudge through the thick woods I escaped into when the police started to chase me.

Those humans… They just do not understand how important my mission is. I simply cannot waste away in an asylum while so many poor souls are suffering, weeping, dying, with no one to come to their aid. Fear not, forgotten angels, I am here, I can feel the pain you are in, and I will come. It is my purpose in this life now. And yet, they still… They still search for me, they still hope I will return, they still pray that I will come, get better, and everything will be just as it was. Real peachy-keen. Fucking morons…

I dragged my poor tired feet across the ground for what felt like eternity. I’m hungry… When was the last time I ate something? I can’t remember. I know I am getting skinnier. Heh, and to think I always used to obsess over my weight back when I was still ignorant and naive. But no longer now, my appearance is irrelevant to me. All that matters now is freeing them. Delivering them from this cruel and heartless world.

The tall oaks and maples started to thin as I trekked farther, nearing the end of the woods. When I came to a plain, I hesitated. Being on the run like this I’ve had to think quite differently, and such wide-open space is dangerous when you’re trying to avoid being seen or getting shot. However, against my better judgment I stepped slowly into the grassland and sat down to catch my breath.

Absent-mindedly, I traced my gloved fingers across my duo-colored mask delicately, but I then redirected them to my hood and pulled it back, letting the cool night air ruffle my short, jagged locks. Sometimes I missed my smooth, shiny long hair... And after all that time I spent growing it out. Oh well.

“Hello?”

My swollen eyes widened beneath their cover. “No…”

I jumped up quickly and grabbed the hilt of my dagger and un-sheathed it before spinning around, preparing to fight. My opponent, a man who looked to be at least twenty-five, gained a shocked expression but he quickly hid it behind a brave face and pulled a gun from his belt, pointing it straight at me. I gulped and my legs trembled slightly. As if I wasn’t already weak enough, I had to fight up against a gun and a man twice my size.

We both stood there, neither of us relenting nor moving the slightest inch. We might’ve both stood there for hours if he didn’t break the tense silence that settled among us.

“Who are you?” He asked. His voice did not waver. I could tell he was valiant.

However, I did not reply back to his question. Words had long since become meaningless to me. Instead I merely stood, and stared. It was somewhat hard to make out the details of his face behind the black covering in my mask, not to mention the darkness of the night around us. But I could see that he had a pale, athletic body with shoulder-length black hair that was drawn back into a thin ponytail. He stood strong and silent, much like me. I couldn’t distinguish his exact eye color though.

“I asked you a question. Can you speak?” He spoke after a few moments of silence.

I shook my head in the slightest movement. My dagger was still drawn and pointed at him; I wasn’t going to go down without a fight.

“I see,” His voice dropped down low, barely above a whisper. “Put down your weapon.”

I shook my head a little more violently this time. Like hell I was going to disarm myself. Despite how strong I wanted to appear, my sore legs trembled under my weight, my shoulder hurt from where my victim had fought back and stabbed me, I was in no condition to fight. I pray to God he couldn’t sense my weakness.

The strangers once hard eyes softened slightly upon seeing my legs tremble. Damn. He exhaled and drew his gun back to some extent.

“I won’t hurt you…” He said in sincere voice. Bullshit. I’ve heard that line more times than he could possibly imagine.

However, this time was different. His eyes, while still cautious, read nothing but sincerity.

“Just kill him, Grace. He’s distracted now, just run up and stab him.” My mind screamed at me, but my legs refused to budge. I wanted to, the dark, sadistic, insane part of my soul wanted so desperately to silt his throat but the part I buried, the part that was still somewhat sane and young, wanted to trust him.

I exhaled loudly beneath my shield. Slowly, with much debate and screaming between the two halves of my being, I sheathed my dagger and relaxed my pose, much to the contentment of my aching limbs. The stranger before me returned his pistol to his belt, but kept his posture in a somewhat defensive form, personally, I don’t blame him.

“So… Why do you wear a mask? Got something to hide?” He spoke awkwardly, trying to find some way to extort speech from me.

When I didn’t reply, he furrowed his brows slightly. “Can you talk at all?” His tone was laced with slight annoyance.

I merely shrugged and returned to my cross-legged position on the ground, picking absent-mindedly at the grass blades. I then realized a light mist had started to form around us, giving the once calm space a rather eerie setting.

He took a few stiff steps towards me and set in a similar position. I glanced up at him through my mask, what was he trying to do here?

“Would you be willing to speak to me?” He said, glancing apprehensively into the thickening fog.

I leaned my head back to look at the purple sky. “Words are meaningless to me. People should enjoy the silence.” I spoke quietly, my voice could barely be considered a whisper. It was emotionless, broken, and dead. A reflection of how I felt on the inside.

He did not say anything, so I lowered my head to find him staring at me.

“What?” I said somewhat irritably.

He shook his head. “Sorry, your voice sounds strange is all.”

“Understandable,” I replied quietly. “I imagine it would sound peculiar upon the ears of another, given the fact that I have not used it in quite some time.”

“Why not?” He asked. Curiosity killed the cat, dear.

“I just told you. Words have no meaning to me for any further extent.” I sighed.

He merely hummed in response. “So… What’s your name?”

“Grace.” I spoke my chosen name clear confidently, as he would have to remember in the coming future.

“Cool.” He said with a small smile. “My name’s Ryunosuke.” I nodded once.

“So, Grace, can I ask why you’re wearing a mask?”

“You are at liberty to ask whatever it is you wish. It is merely my decision whether I choose to answer or not.”

“Makes sense,” He smiled. “Are you going to answer my question, then?”

I looked at him for a few moments before I turned my attention to a lone daisy growing near my leg. “It is because I no longer care about my appearance to the world. The only thing that matters to me now is delivering lost souls from their suffering, what lies beneath my mask is irrelevant to me and forever will be.” I spoke as I plucked the flower and held it gently in front of my masked face.

“’Deliver lost souls’?” Ryu asked as he furrowed his brow. By now the entire space around us was heavily concealed with a thick mist. “What do you mean by that?” He asked/whispered.

“It is not your concern…” I spoke sadly, stroking the delicate petal of the plant I grasped.

“You have a weird way of talking,” He said good-naturedly before shaking his head. “So, why are you out in the middle of nowhere all alone?”

“Am I not allowed to be here? Do you think me not capable of defending myself?” I retorted angrily.

“I don’t even know you lady, but from what I’ve seen, I have no doubt that you could hold your own in a fight.” He said with a smirk. Damn right I could hold my own in a fight.

“Believe me, I would know, I’m a missionary.” He said.

“How very interesting.” I spoke dully before turning attention to the sky once again.

“I take it you’re not very social, huh?” He joked.

I just stared at him. “…What is it about me that made you think I was social in the first place?” I said in a matter-of-fact tone.

“Okay, fair enough,” Ryu laughed. “What’s with you though? The mask, the boots, the dagger, you some kind of criminal or something?”

I could he was joking when he said that, but I had decided, why not speak the truth? “I am indeed. One of the most wanted, too.”

All humor had disappeared from his eyes. “Wait, what?” He said in a louder tone.

“Ever heard on the infamous killer, known by many as ‘The One Who Fell Far from Grace’, or more commonly known as Fallen Grace?”

His eyes widened a considerable amount as realization hit him hard. Instantly he once again reached for the gun that was secured to his belt and pointed it at me once again, I was not intimidated though. Not by far.

“Do have any idea how much hurt you’ve caused to the people who lost their kids?” He hissed at me.

“I had to do it. If they had cared so much about ‘beloved’ children, they would’ve seen it coming. If I didn’t then the kids would have done it anyway.”

“W… What?” He whispered as his concentration broke momentarily.

“I put an end to their suffering. The only people I have ever killed are the ones that were close to doing it themselves, or the ones that got in the way of my mission. I was born to end the earth’s suffering, and that is exactly what I intend to do. And nothing, NOTHING will get in the way of that!” I growled.

“What are you…?” Ryu whispered as he looked at me with wide eyes.

“I AM THE DELIVERER. SOMETHING NONE OF YOU WILL EVER UNDERSTAND.” I hissed as I unsheathed my dagger and banged the hilt on his head before he had time to react.

He fell to the grass unconscious. I shifted my dagger into a more comfortable position in my palm as I crouched over him. Without hesitation I used my blade to rip open his white shirt, and raised it above my head, directly above his heart.

But despite how desperately my mind wanted to kill him, I couldn’t bring myself to end his life. My arm simply refused to listen to my brain and stayed stuck that same position for who knows how long.

Why couldn’t I kill him? I asked myself. I can tell by the distant look he had in his eyes that he had suffered, why can’t I put an end to it? Was it the fact that he had acted kindly towards me? Or perhaps it was because I had spoken to him, I’m not sure. Growling in frustration I let my arm drop. I stared at his still body before I carved my signature ankh shape on his chest.

After I was done, I stood up to admire my work.

“And so let this be the day that Fallen Grace, the Deliverer, could not bring herself to kill a missionary.” I thought with half amusement and half annoyance.

As he began to stir I turned around sharply on the heel of my muddy combat boots and bent down to retrieve the daisy I had picked. I didn’t know why I was taking it, perhaps some sort of memento of this day. I returned my slightly bloodied dagger to its sheath on my belt and tucked the flower away in my hoodie pocket.

As I began to truck forward, and heard a groan come from behind me.

“Y… You didn’t… Kill me…?” The man whispered groggily as he rubbed the bump where I had hit him.

“You don’t need to rub it in.” I said, but for once my broken tone contained faint amusement and a smirk made its way upon my chapped lips.

“Goodbye…” I whispered before taking off at an inhuman speed into the thick fog. He would probably not remember much of this night. He will look back on this as a memory and wonder if I was even real. Heh, for all I know, he will remember me as a ghost and nothing more.
THE END... OR IS IT?

Hmmm..... It's a little bit rushed, but that's only because I was in a hurry to get it finished before the deadline, lol. But I like how it turned out. ^^

This is Fallen Grace: fav.me/d77ftmf

Ryunosuke belongs to

Fallen Grace belongs to Meeeeeeeeeee~

Picture and Story © Shadowsworn Princess

Description
IT'S FINALLY DOOOOOOOONE~ The picture was made with Paint Tool Sai, but what's funny is while I was designing the lineart for it, the movie Four Weddings and a Funeral came on so I was humming 'Crocodile Rock' All through the lineart. xD

Lol, yeaaah, probably not gonna get first place, but I still had a whole lotta fun so that'll be okay. ^^

This is my contest entry for contest. (CLOSED)

Here's the story:

.:Ghost:.

Running, running, running, can’t stop, can’t look back. Can’t stop. Keep going. Run. Breathe. Free them. Running… Running… Running…
Panting, I collapsed to the ground in exhaustion. I could barely inhale the air my lungs so desperately needed through the small openings my mask provided me. My eyes burned and my sore legs ached but I rose from the earth and weakly began to trudge through the thick woods I escaped into when the police started to chase me.

Those humans… They just do not understand how important my mission is. I simply cannot waste away in an asylum while so many poor souls are suffering, weeping, dying, with no one to come to their aid. Fear not, forgotten angels, I am here, I can feel the pain you are in, and I will come. It is my purpose in this life now. And yet, they still… They still search for me, they still hope I will return, they still pray that I will come, get better, and everything will be just as it was. Real peachy-keen. Fucking morons…

I dragged my poor tired feet across the ground for what felt like eternity. I’m hungry… When was the last time I ate something? I can’t remember. I know I am getting skinnier. Heh, and to think I always used to obsess over my weight back when I was still ignorant and naive. But no longer now, my appearance is irrelevant to me. All that matters now is freeing them. Delivering them from this cruel and heartless world.

The tall oaks and maples started to thin as I trekked farther, nearing the end of the woods. When I came to a plain, I hesitated. Being on the run like this I’ve had to think quite differently, and such wide-open space is dangerous when you’re trying to avoid being seen or getting shot. However, against my better judgment I stepped slowly into the grassland and sat down to catch my breath.

Absent-mindedly, I traced my gloved fingers across my duo-colored mask delicately, but I then redirected them to my hood and pulled it back, letting the cool night air ruffle my short, jagged locks. Sometimes I missed my smooth, shiny long hair... And after all that time I spent growing it out. Oh well.

“Hello?”

My swollen eyes widened beneath their cover. “No…”

I jumped up quickly and grabbed the hilt of my dagger and un-sheathed it before spinning around, preparing to fight. My opponent, a man who looked to be at least twenty-five, gained a shocked expression but he quickly hid it behind a brave face and pulled a gun from his belt, pointing it straight at me. I gulped and my legs trembled slightly. As if I wasn’t already weak enough, I had to fight up against a gun and a man twice my size.

We both stood there, neither of us relenting nor moving the slightest inch. We might’ve both stood there for hours if he didn’t break the tense silence that settled among us.

“Who are you?” He asked. His voice did not waver. I could tell he was valiant.

However, I did not reply back to his question. Words had long since become meaningless to me. Instead I merely stood, and stared. It was somewhat hard to make out the details of his face behind the black covering in my mask, not to mention the darkness of the night around us. But I could see that he had a pale, athletic body with shoulder-length black hair that was drawn back into a thin ponytail. He stood strong and silent, much like me. I couldn’t distinguish his exact eye color though.

“I asked you a question. Can you speak?” He spoke after a few moments of silence.

I shook my head in the slightest movement. My dagger was still drawn and pointed at him; I wasn’t going to go down without a fight.

“I see,” His voice dropped down low, barely above a whisper. “Put down your weapon.”

I shook my head a little more violently this time. Like hell I was going to disarm myself. Despite how strong I wanted to appear, my sore legs trembled under my weight, my shoulder hurt from where my victim had fought back and stabbed me, I was in no condition to fight. I pray to God he couldn’t sense my weakness.

The strangers once hard eyes softened slightly upon seeing my legs tremble. Damn. He exhaled and drew his gun back to some extent.

“I won’t hurt you…” He said in sincere voice. Bullshit. I’ve heard that line more times than he could possibly imagine.

However, this time was different. His eyes, while still cautious, read nothing but sincerity.

“Just kill him, Grace. He’s distracted now, just run up and stab him.” My mind screamed at me, but my legs refused to budge. I wanted to, the dark, sadistic, insane part of my soul wanted so desperately to silt his throat but the part I buried, the part that was still somewhat sane and young, wanted to trust him.

I exhaled loudly beneath my shield. Slowly, with much debate and screaming between the two halves of my being, I sheathed my dagger and relaxed my pose, much to the contentment of my aching limbs. The stranger before me returned his pistol to his belt, but kept his posture in a somewhat defensive form, personally, I don’t blame him.

“So… Why do you wear a mask? Got something to hide?” He spoke awkwardly, trying to find some way to extort speech from me.

When I didn’t reply, he furrowed his brows slightly. “Can you talk at all?” His tone was laced with slight annoyance.

I merely shrugged and returned to my cross-legged position on the ground, picking absent-mindedly at the grass blades. I then realized a light mist had started to form around us, giving the once calm space a rather eerie setting.

He took a few stiff steps towards me and set in a similar position. I glanced up at him through my mask, what was he trying to do here?

“Would you be willing to speak to me?” He said, glancing apprehensively into the thickening fog.

I leaned my head back to look at the purple sky. “Words are meaningless to me. People should enjoy the silence.” I spoke quietly, my voice could barely be considered a whisper. It was emotionless, broken, and dead. A reflection of how I felt on the inside.

He did not say anything, so I lowered my head to find him staring at me.

“What?” I said somewhat irritably.

He shook his head. “Sorry, your voice sounds strange is all.”

“Understandable,” I replied quietly. “I imagine it would sound peculiar upon the ears of another, given the fact that I have not used it in quite some time.”

“Why not?” He asked. Curiosity killed the cat, dear.

“I just told you. Words have no meaning to me for any further extent.” I sighed.

He merely hummed in response. “So… What’s your name?”

“Grace.” I spoke my chosen name clear confidently, as he would have to remember in the coming future.

“Cool.” He said with a small smile. “My name’s Ryunosuke.” I nodded once.

“So, Grace, can I ask why you’re wearing a mask?”

“You are at liberty to ask whatever it is you wish. It is merely my decision whether I choose to answer or not.”

“Makes sense,” He smiled. “Are you going to answer my question, then?”

I looked at him for a few moments before I turned my attention to a lone daisy growing near my leg. “It is because I no longer care about my appearance to the world. The only thing that matters to me now is delivering lost souls from their suffering, what lies beneath my mask is irrelevant to me and forever will be.” I spoke as I plucked the flower and held it gently in front of my masked face.

“’Deliver lost souls’?” Ryu asked as he furrowed his brow. By now the entire space around us was heavily concealed with a thick mist. “What do you mean by that?” He asked/whispered.

“It is not your concern…” I spoke sadly, stroking the delicate petal of the plant I grasped.

“You have a weird way of talking,” He said good-naturedly before shaking his head. “So, why are you out in the middle of nowhere all alone?”

“Am I not allowed to be here? Do you think me not capable of defending myself?” I retorted angrily.

“I don’t even know you lady, but from what I’ve seen, I have no doubt that you could hold your own in a fight.” He said with a smirk. Damn right I could hold my own in a fight.

“Believe me, I would know, I’m a missionary.” He said.

“How very interesting.” I spoke dully before turning attention to the sky once again.

“I take it you’re not very social, huh?” He joked.

I just stared at him. “…What is it about me that made you think I was social in the first place?” I said in a matter-of-fact tone.

“Okay, fair enough,” Ryu laughed. “What’s with you though? The mask, the boots, the dagger, you some kind of criminal or something?”

I could he was joking when he said that, but I had decided, why not speak the truth? “I am indeed. One of the most wanted, too.”

All humor had disappeared from his eyes. “Wait, what?” He said in a louder tone.

“Ever heard on the infamous killer, known by many as ‘The One Who Fell Far from Grace’, or more commonly known as Fallen Grace?”

His eyes widened a considerable amount as realization hit him hard. Instantly he once again reached for the gun that was secured to his belt and pointed it at me once again, I was not intimidated though. Not by far.

“Do have any idea how much hurt you’ve caused to the people who lost their kids?” He hissed at me.

“I had to do it. If they had cared so much about ‘beloved’ children, they would’ve seen it coming. If I didn’t then the kids would have done it anyway.”

“W… What?” He whispered as his concentration broke momentarily.

“I put an end to their suffering. The only people I have ever killed are the ones that were close to doing it themselves, or the ones that got in the way of my mission. I was born to end the earth’s suffering, and that is exactly what I intend to do. And nothing, NOTHING will get in the way of that!” I growled.

“What are you…?” Ryu whispered as he looked at me with wide eyes.

“I AM THE DELIVERER. SOMETHING NONE OF YOU WILL EVER UNDERSTAND.” I hissed as I unsheathed my dagger and banged the hilt on his head before he had time to react.

He fell to the grass unconscious. I shifted my dagger into a more comfortable position in my palm as I crouched over him. Without hesitation I used my blade to rip open his white shirt, and raised it above my head, directly above his heart.

But despite how desperately my mind wanted to kill him, I couldn’t bring myself to end his life. My arm simply refused to listen to my brain and stayed stuck that same position for who knows how long.

Why couldn’t I kill him? I asked myself. I can tell by the distant look he had in his eyes that he had suffered, why can’t I put an end to it? Was it the fact that he had acted kindly towards me? Or perhaps it was because I had spoken to him, I’m not sure. Growling in frustration I let my arm drop. I stared at his still body before I carved my signature ankh shape on his chest.

After I was done, I stood up to admire my work.

“And so let this be the day that Fallen Grace, the Deliverer, could not bring herself to kill a missionary.” I thought with half amusement and half annoyance.

As he began to stir I turned around sharply on the heel of my muddy combat boots and bent down to retrieve the daisy I had picked. I didn’t know why I was taking it, perhaps some sort of memento of this day. I returned my slightly bloodied dagger to its sheath on my belt and tucked the flower away in my hoodie pocket.

As I began to truck forward, and heard a groan come from behind me.

“Y… You didn’t… Kill me…?” The man whispered groggily as he rubbed the bump where I had hit him.

“You don’t need to rub it in.” I said, but for once my broken tone contained faint amusement and a smirk made its way upon my chapped lips.

“Goodbye…” I whispered before taking off at an inhuman speed into the thick fog. He would probably not remember much of this night. He will look back on this as a memory and wonder if I was even real. Heh, for all I know, he will remember me as a ghost and nothing more.
THE END... OR IS IT?

Hmmm..... It's a little bit rushed, but that's only because I was in a hurry to get it finished before the deadline, lol. But I like how it turned out. ^^

This is Fallen Grace: fav.me/d77ftmf

Ryunosuke belongs to

Fallen Grace belongs to Meeeeeeeeeee~

Picture and Story © Shadowsworn Princess