[Applepie]: 265.short story

This was written with help from Robert kohler.. it's not finished yet though

From the dark he emerged, blood dripping from his wounds, he could barely feel his left arm anymore, but that didn’t matter he had to keep going. Revenge was so close. Gripping his sword tightly moving slowly towards the house, gazing up at the top window like he once did so many times before, seeing her sitting there peering out looking up at the stars, he was hidden by the shadows, but that didn’t stop him from thinking that she could see him for it seemed for a slight moment as if she was staring straight into his eyes, memories flooded back to him of what used to be. His eyes closed for a brief moment, and as his mind reached perfection, he could feel his wounds heel. He suddenly opened his eyes. Impossible. It couldn’t be, after all, he had killed him. How could he still be alive? and stronger than before? He looked around trying to spot his life long enemy. Turning quickly he spotted him under the great oak, standing there proudly like a giant, he walked towards him. “Beautiful isn’t she?” he said looking down at him. “I knew you couldn’t keep from that sult” he spat.
Looking at his enemy he grew angry but he stayed still, still shocked that the devil himself stood before him. Then he felt it, hammering against his shields, trying to get into his very mind. His enemy still hadn’t moved.. but he could feel him breaking through. No way anyone could survive this man’s assaults for long. He made a decision and drew his sword singing quietly to himself “I’d do anything for you, kill anyone for you.” All the time thinking of the one he loved. He rushed forwards swinging his sword at his enemy, his efforts where in vain, his enemy just laughed at him.
“Foolish human, you should take one last look at the one that stole your heart, for you will die, and your angel can no longer hear the pitiful cries of broken heart.” A force was thrown at him, knocking him to the ground, his sword fleeing from his grasp, his enemy now stood above him, “say good bye”
He looked up at him, saying to himself this is it I have failed. He closed his eyes thinking back to that one night where he knew his life was worth living. The day he knew he loved his angel. An image of her smiling at him came into his mind. Tears escaped from their prisons and ran down the side of his cheeks, “forgive me.”