Illusions of the Mind
Chapter 3
The stainless steel shimmered in the sunlight. The reflected light
was blinding. Only a speck of dried blood clung to the knife, but
underneath, countless stories of death by the dagger's blade. The handle
was composed of two intertwined cobras, their fangs clutching the knife's
blade. An emerald was stuck in between the two snakes heads, and it shined
as much as the blade.
Mirage turned the blade on its side, watching the sun's rays bounce
off the surface. He then turned it back on its orignal side, watching the
same process as before. Then again, and again, and again.
It was only yesterday that Sage 'died'. Yet, in Mirage's mind,
although he knew the truth, Sage was truly dead. He would never see his
friend again, and even though he knew Sage was safe from the clan, he was
overcome with grief. Even better, strangly. It would guarantee his keeping
Sage's being alive as secret as possible.
The cobra dagger was all Mirage had left of his buddy now, and he
planed on keeping the knife for as long as he could.
He let himself again get immersed in the blade, watching the beams
bounce onto the lake water. Mirage had always had a problem going into
tranceds like this.
* * * *
"Mirage?"
The voice, although soft, was startling, and before he knew who was
there, Mirage was on top of the other figure, the blade of Sage's dagger on
the tender flesh of his throat.
"Mirage!? Get off me! What's wrong with you?!" the voice
screamed, and Mirage felt a strong hand on his chest.
Mirage's eyes focused, and he stared into a pair of familiar blue
eyes.
"Omega?" Mirage questioned himself, sitting up.
"Yes! Now get the f--- off of me!" Omega screamed, squirming under
Mirage's weight.
Mirage moved off of his friend, allowing Omega to stand.
"Sorry, Omega. I've been really tense lately." Mirage apologized,
shaking his head.
Omega snickered as he wiped a hand across his thigh. "No shit," he
said sarcastically.
Mirage glared at him for his disrespect. "Look," he snapped. "One
of my closest friends was just murdered. I think I have the right to be a
little tense."
Omega stared at him oddly, his eyes narrowed in a 'you didn't know?'
look.
"Sage was an ." he said simply. "He spent the last year of
his life automating his friends and fellow clan members. Some of my closest
friends. He was a murderer."
Mirage wanted to tell him about Sage, and get his reputation
cleared. But he knew he couldn't. Omega, like many other members of the
clan, hated Sage for what he did, and Mirage couldn't trust Omega taking the
news to his father.
"You didn't know him like I did." he said instead.
"No one knew him, Mirage. I personally hope he rots in hell,"
Red flashed in Mirage's eyes, and Omega stopped himself from going
on.
"I'm sorry. I forgot how close you two were," After a second of
pausing, he continued. "You wanna spar? Get a bit of that tenseness out?"
Mirage nodded absently. At this point, he wouldn't mind hitting
Omega.
* * * *
Omega landed on his ass, a good eight feet away from his original
position. He quickly shook off the impact of the attack and flipped to his
feet, taking a defensive stance, just in time to avoid a high kick from
Mirage.
"Hey! Chill a bit, will ya?! That last one hurt.......a little,"
Omega demanded, wiping the sweat off of his forehead.
Mirage smiled, for the first time in a while, and clucked his
tounge. "What? You worn out already? I'm to much for ya, huh?"
Omega snickered, rolling his eyes. "I was going easy on ya," he
said, trying to hide the fact he was panting just slightly. The two had
been sparing for a least twenty minutes straight, but they could have lost
track.
Before either of them could decide to quit for the day, a high pitch
whistle caught their attention. Swerving around, a black and white clad
ninja was waving at them. He stood a good distance from them, but they
recognized him immediately.
"Mirage!" Cyclone yelled, a bit too loud. "Yer father wants to see
you. He says it's important,"
End of Chapter 3
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