Darkness..

..It was all he could see, sense or feel. He could hear the footsteps, the muffled voices as they whispered, and then the darkness was lifted and light stung his eyes. ‘Ahh your awake, finally.’ Said the familiar voice.
‘Wh…what am I doing here, why did you do this?’ He asked, his eyesight still blurry from the lights harshness.
‘Think boy, think about your actions and you’ll realise why your here, why this has to happen!’ the voice replied. As his vision slowly started to focus he made out the shape of a human. The fog lifted from his mind and he muttered a name: "Truth…"
The figure nodded slowly, before speaking ‘Ah now you remember, although I expected more resignation in your voice, after all the hiding, and the problems you’ve caused.’ Truth lent closer ‘You realise the effort we put into finding you?’ He asked, his arm sweeping across a room that now began to resolve into a shape, more figures appearing out of the gloomy fog that was his vision. ‘I’d have thought it would have been less dramatic then this Truth, rather then this big meeting of the others.’He took in the other people and began to recognise them. In a corner, away from the others huddled Anger, Jealousy and Hate giggling as they smoked, enjoying the situation with their usual malice. Resignation had hold of Fate, tears wet her sad face, a look of grief upon it. Fate had done her best to help keep him safe, keep him hidden while he tried to do his work.
"I guess the council doesn’t know about this do they Truth?" he asked as a realisation resonated in his mind. ‘What? Oh no, they don’t need to, this can be covered up, it has before. You strayed earlier in life, but not like this, you changed and we allowed you to be absorbed by another, while we created a new "You".’ Truth glanced over at Fear, who was as always drunk and edgy. Fear didn’t make eye contact with Truth as he took her face in his hand and softly stroked her chin, soothing her drunken nightmares, that haunted her awake or asleep.
‘In essence, you’ll be removed and replaced by a replica, given the tasks you should have been performing rather then running about on this half arsed adventure, dragging resources and half of the council into it along with you.’ He glared at Truth at the way he easily dismissed his work, biting his lip from a retort he knew was useless. ‘I was doing what was right you snide bastard!’ he began before Truth turned and slapped his face. ‘RIGHT?! You wouldn’t know right and wrong if it was the easiest example to be given to you, hopeless dreaming piece of shit.’ Truth stepped back, wiping his hand of the blood and continued, ‘It doesn’t matter anyway, this is over.’
Truth walked over to the desk and removed the gun from it’s holster. ‘You haven’t got the balls Truth, not to do this, your morale compass isn’t this fucked up, you just close your eyes to it all!’ He screamed, hoping to make them see reason, as the door to the room opened and a final figure walked into the room. They made eye contact, He saw a face he had hoped he’d never see during this mission, and he hung his head. It was Acceptance.
‘Your sure of this Truth, that the council wont figure this out?’ she asked as she took the gun from her companion. ‘No, it’s all been covered, his replacement is already implemented and ready for tasking. Do this and let us forget his folly.’
Acceptance nodded, drawing the slide back enough to check a round was chambered, before releasing it again. ‘Tell me why you did all this?’ Acceptance asked, moving towards him.

‘Why?" he began, "Because of love, of my duty, because of how his heart and mind feels about this and still why even of I’m gone. You cant defeat this you bastards. No one can.’ He glared at Truth. ‘Not him, not you either.’ He continued, nodding towards Acceptance and the three fools giggling in the corner as if this was a game. ‘No one can change this, you’ll see. I’m right and I believe it with my heart, so did Fate, but you arseholes pressured her into this with your crap.’ He looked at Fate, the tears streaming from her eyes as she sobbed, refusing to break her gaze from his.
Acceptance sighed, looking between the two, before she levelled the gun, squeezed the trigger, and put a bullet through Hopes’ head…..

Yeah…feelings put into a dramatic fiction story of sorts. My writings crap sorry, haven’t done it in a long time, but thought it might be interesting to convey thoughts like this for once.