His fingers moved deftly over the paper, stirring the whiteness into a multitude of grays. Shades of gray, they matched his eyes. Slowly the lines took on a form. It was a different pose, she was always in a different pose, never staying in one place long. That?s how he liked to remember her, a free spirit.
The small room was washed in dark yellow from the one light that hung in the center. A bed was pushed up against one wall. A door led to a bathroom. The carpet was dirty, it?s real color was undistinguishable under the wear and dirt. The only other objects in the room were a desk and a dark red chair, like the kind you find in old-fashioned movie theaters.
He was sitting in the chair, his feet on the desk. He was dressed in long loose pants, a long-sleeved high-necked shirt and boots that made him seem bigger than he really was?not that size was really a weapon he needed. His long black hair fell like an inky stain across his back and over his eyes.
When he stood up, the movement was sudden and abrupt but strangely graceful. With a few steps he crossed the room and stood in front of the wall. His eyes darted around looking for a blank space. The walls were covered in sketches?all of the same woman. Her hands, her lips, anything he could remember. Finding a blank space he pinned the paper up with a touch of his finger.
He knew he wasn?t insane?at least not about the woman. He had seen her, loved her even. She had healed him?physically at least. He could still feel the burning, stabbing, needles. The pain couldn?t be dimmed. He could hear the shouts, felt fingers on him, poking, prodding demanding he give up his secrets. Nothing could unto what that bastard he called uncle had done to him. Nothing except?
His eyes landed on the only object besides a pencil and the sketchpad on the table. It was a small plastic bag. The contents of the bag were inky black with the occasionally flicker silver or white. He sat at the table and tilted his head back. Opening the back he looked up as a shower of silver clouded first his left eye, then his right. He closed the bag and replaced it in the exact position it had been in before.
The silver suddenly swam across his vision again. He could hear her, feel her hands caressing his closed eyes. He smelled rain instead of musk and felt hope instead of despair. The feelings vanished and instead he saw his uncle?s shoes. He felt confused before pain exploded in his back. Hundreds of needles etching the horrible design into his back, neck and arms, the design he would carry for the rest of his life like every scar, every memory.
And he would never forget. So he sat in the room while the night ebbed away. His eyes unfocused on the world, watching the memories that played on through his mind. The one thing he took comfort in, though he only knew it in his subconcious, was that the night would end as it always did. Just like it had started, with the fingertips playing on his face and the smell of rain.
Silver Strait chapters 1-4
Silver Strait chapters 1-4
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Ummmm.... wow. Nice descriptions. I like the imagery so far. Just one question: Who and what is this about? I'd kinda like to know.
Strange is it, that our blood of color weight and heat, flowed all mingled together would quite confound distinction.
My name is Clostridium tetani. My friends call me Lockjaw. My enemies know me as "Mmmfmmfhm." I work for the secret organization Prokarya. I make my home at a post called Com.
My name is Clostridium tetani. My friends call me Lockjaw. My enemies know me as "Mmmfmmfhm." I work for the secret organization Prokarya. I make my home at a post called Com.
"Vice Foreign Minister Peacecraft, what are you feelings on this new drug?"
Relena froze the video at the image. Her face, a year younger, looked at the reporters with eerie calm. She could do that, even when her heartbeat was louder than the questions. She stood up and pushed herself back from the desk. Her chair did not make a sound against the soft blue carpet as Relena crossed the room to the bright windows. Looking out, she saw the busy streets of Capital City, Sanq Kingdom. This building was her home and office even if she could not be here as often as she liked.
"Ms. Peacecraft?"
Relena looked back at her secretary.
"Ms Peacecraft, the Prime Minister of Sanq is here."
Relena smiled.
"Please send him in," she said straitening her sky blue blouse and white pants. The door opened and her brother walked in. He was dressed simply but well in black pants and a suit jacket, underneath was a deep blue button down shirt. His long blond hair was pulled back to a simply ponytail that rested at the base of his neck.
Relena knew she could not take any credit for what he had become but she was so proud of him. He had taken his rightful place as the leader of the Sanq kingdom. and he was leading it spectacularly. Gone was the countryside, the ruins--in its place was a country that was quickly establishing itself as a superpower.
"Brother!"
Relena hugged him tightly. He returned the hug equally tightly.
"How are you?" Relena asked.
"Nervous," he admitted, "it's not like I've ever done this before. I mean it is a big deal, there's still so much to consider--"
"Brother," Relena began gently, but MIllardo was already on his feet. Relena sighed and watched him pace for a moment, "brother, Lucrezia loves you, you love her. Nothing else matters."
Millardo was planning to wed his finace of six months later that day. Relena wondered if all grooms were this nervous, if Heero would have been--
'Stop it Relena,' she told herself sharply, cutting off the daydream. Instead she focused on her brother.
"How are you?" he asked, "are the doctors still giving you trouble?"
"I'll be fine," Relena said, giving what she hoped was a happy gentle smile. Millardo shot her a look that clearly said he was not fooled. Relena ignored it and prayed he would do the same.
*****AUTHOR'S NOTE****
Thanks to those who reviewed. This story is still very new so these few parts are just to get the ball rolling, don't worry all will be explained
Relena froze the video at the image. Her face, a year younger, looked at the reporters with eerie calm. She could do that, even when her heartbeat was louder than the questions. She stood up and pushed herself back from the desk. Her chair did not make a sound against the soft blue carpet as Relena crossed the room to the bright windows. Looking out, she saw the busy streets of Capital City, Sanq Kingdom. This building was her home and office even if she could not be here as often as she liked.
"Ms. Peacecraft?"
Relena looked back at her secretary.
"Ms Peacecraft, the Prime Minister of Sanq is here."
Relena smiled.
"Please send him in," she said straitening her sky blue blouse and white pants. The door opened and her brother walked in. He was dressed simply but well in black pants and a suit jacket, underneath was a deep blue button down shirt. His long blond hair was pulled back to a simply ponytail that rested at the base of his neck.
Relena knew she could not take any credit for what he had become but she was so proud of him. He had taken his rightful place as the leader of the Sanq kingdom. and he was leading it spectacularly. Gone was the countryside, the ruins--in its place was a country that was quickly establishing itself as a superpower.
"Brother!"
Relena hugged him tightly. He returned the hug equally tightly.
"How are you?" Relena asked.
"Nervous," he admitted, "it's not like I've ever done this before. I mean it is a big deal, there's still so much to consider--"
"Brother," Relena began gently, but MIllardo was already on his feet. Relena sighed and watched him pace for a moment, "brother, Lucrezia loves you, you love her. Nothing else matters."
Millardo was planning to wed his finace of six months later that day. Relena wondered if all grooms were this nervous, if Heero would have been--
'Stop it Relena,' she told herself sharply, cutting off the daydream. Instead she focused on her brother.
"How are you?" he asked, "are the doctors still giving you trouble?"
"I'll be fine," Relena said, giving what she hoped was a happy gentle smile. Millardo shot her a look that clearly said he was not fooled. Relena ignored it and prayed he would do the same.
*****AUTHOR'S NOTE****
Thanks to those who reviewed. This story is still very new so these few parts are just to get the ball rolling, don't worry all will be explained
I love your style, lunarose. And what an interesting storyline, I'm so excited to see more! I liked the first part a lot too... but I was a little afraid to post since I didn't understand what was going on. So now I'm really happy that there's going to be more! Keep it up!
And I certainly hope that Heero isn't dead. (the ..."would have been"...) :-?
But you might just make up for it if so, with this black haired artist. He's neat.
simmer
And I certainly hope that Heero isn't dead. (the ..."would have been"...) :-?
But you might just make up for it if so, with this black haired artist. He's neat.
simmer
"Later news tonight, Prime Minister Peacecraft of the Sanq Kingdom is marrying Lucrezia Nion, a former Preventer. His sister, Forgein Minister Peacecraft is schedualed to attend. Forgien Minister Peacecraft has come under much scrutiny since she approved the controversial drug known as Kemner--"
*Click*
"Kemner. The drug was intended to help patients showing signs of deep depression or post-war depression. However, when ground down into a powder and taken through the eye it is a dangerous narcotic now known as Nova--"
*Click*
"Unsure of the full effects of Novadust--"
*Click*
Relena turned the TV off with a snap, throwing the remote aside angrily. She let out a breath and tried to calm down. Approving Kemner had seemed like an excellent idea at the time. The test patients had shown remarkable progress and Relena had gladly lent her full support to Dr. Kemner and his team. It was only much later that Relena had learned of the 'other' uses of the drug.
Forcing herself to calm down, Relena brushed away the invisible crumbs on her blue bridesmaids dress. The dress was snug on top and fell down from her waist in a cascade of silk. The silk started out as deep prussian blue and got progressively lighter, fading into an ice blue that was almost white. The thin straps were beaded crystal, almost like a necklace and the crystals were scattered through the bodice and on the train. It was the most elaborate bridesmaids dress Relena had ever worn. Her hair was pulled away from her neck in a sleek twist and her face was made up perfectly.
Relena walked to the door, praising Lucrezia for demanding the bridesmaids wear flat shoes. She said she expected them all to dance. She walked into the small dressing room that had been reserved for Lucrezia. Her brother's future bride pulled open the door, reached out a slender hand and yanked Relena inside with force Relena had forgotten the woman posessed.
Lucrezia was dressed in a white gown. The bodice was strapless fitten silk, almost corset like. Flowing down from that was a volumous skirt made of stiched white chiffon. Lucrezia had let her hair grow, it was pulled back now into a gentle twist and secured with a diamond barette that also held her long veil in place. Her dress was scattered through with diamonds that sparkled in the light. She wore no jewelry except for a diamond ring on her left ring finger.
"You look beautiful," Relena said, awed. Lucrezia smiled bravely, but Relena could see a tremor of fear passing through the woman.
"Ladies? It's time--" a woman said sticking her head in the door. Relena looked at Lucrezia who nodded and headed to the door. Together the two women walked out of the dressing room.
*~*~*
"Come on, come on," he growled at the engine, trying to stir some more speed from the machine. It shot foward under his comand. He had to reach her, he had to get her away. She was in danger, a kind of danger that made him shiver. He had seen battle feilds, he had seen death. He had never felt fear for another person, yet here he was racing towards her.
Spinning the wheel of his BMW Custom, he skidded into the parking lot. Jumping out he slammed the door behind him and locked it quickly. Slipping the keys into the pocked of his black jacket, he made sure his guns were loaded before slipping them back into the shoulder holsters he was wearing. Pushing open the doors to the cathedral, he walked inside and slipped into the shadows, where he belonged, waiting for the right moment to act.
That moment was coming very soon, because the doors of the church burst open and suddenly the shadows weren't good protectivon anymore--
because they didn't protect Relena.
*Click*
"Kemner. The drug was intended to help patients showing signs of deep depression or post-war depression. However, when ground down into a powder and taken through the eye it is a dangerous narcotic now known as Nova--"
*Click*
"Unsure of the full effects of Novadust--"
*Click*
Relena turned the TV off with a snap, throwing the remote aside angrily. She let out a breath and tried to calm down. Approving Kemner had seemed like an excellent idea at the time. The test patients had shown remarkable progress and Relena had gladly lent her full support to Dr. Kemner and his team. It was only much later that Relena had learned of the 'other' uses of the drug.
Forcing herself to calm down, Relena brushed away the invisible crumbs on her blue bridesmaids dress. The dress was snug on top and fell down from her waist in a cascade of silk. The silk started out as deep prussian blue and got progressively lighter, fading into an ice blue that was almost white. The thin straps were beaded crystal, almost like a necklace and the crystals were scattered through the bodice and on the train. It was the most elaborate bridesmaids dress Relena had ever worn. Her hair was pulled away from her neck in a sleek twist and her face was made up perfectly.
Relena walked to the door, praising Lucrezia for demanding the bridesmaids wear flat shoes. She said she expected them all to dance. She walked into the small dressing room that had been reserved for Lucrezia. Her brother's future bride pulled open the door, reached out a slender hand and yanked Relena inside with force Relena had forgotten the woman posessed.
Lucrezia was dressed in a white gown. The bodice was strapless fitten silk, almost corset like. Flowing down from that was a volumous skirt made of stiched white chiffon. Lucrezia had let her hair grow, it was pulled back now into a gentle twist and secured with a diamond barette that also held her long veil in place. Her dress was scattered through with diamonds that sparkled in the light. She wore no jewelry except for a diamond ring on her left ring finger.
"You look beautiful," Relena said, awed. Lucrezia smiled bravely, but Relena could see a tremor of fear passing through the woman.
"Ladies? It's time--" a woman said sticking her head in the door. Relena looked at Lucrezia who nodded and headed to the door. Together the two women walked out of the dressing room.
*~*~*
"Come on, come on," he growled at the engine, trying to stir some more speed from the machine. It shot foward under his comand. He had to reach her, he had to get her away. She was in danger, a kind of danger that made him shiver. He had seen battle feilds, he had seen death. He had never felt fear for another person, yet here he was racing towards her.
Spinning the wheel of his BMW Custom, he skidded into the parking lot. Jumping out he slammed the door behind him and locked it quickly. Slipping the keys into the pocked of his black jacket, he made sure his guns were loaded before slipping them back into the shoulder holsters he was wearing. Pushing open the doors to the cathedral, he walked inside and slipped into the shadows, where he belonged, waiting for the right moment to act.
That moment was coming very soon, because the doors of the church burst open and suddenly the shadows weren't good protectivon anymore--
because they didn't protect Relena.
hey..this is interesting..this story is progressing very well...I can't wait to learn more about that drug and especially about the mysterious "black-haired artist".....that's not Heero wearing hair colour, right?....I believe he's the one riding the BMW Custom....
..keep posting!!! :razz:
..keep posting!!! :razz:
"People who want to die, hurry up and die. You're wasting good air."
Professor G., Episode 24
Quatre: Trowa's dead!
Heero: Yeah, you killed him.
Episode 25
Professor G., Episode 24
Quatre: Trowa's dead!
Heero: Yeah, you killed him.
Episode 25
The doors were thrown open by an impossibly pale man. His skin was red from the time he had spent out in the sun, his eyes were laced with deep red too. His hair was spiky and dark gold. His teeth were slightly pointed lending him a demonic apperance.
He took in the pale man's apperance and cursed. Ducking out from behind the pillar, he raced for Relena. For a moment he was sure he wouldn't get to her in time, she was too far away. Growling silently he dove foward, knocking them both behind the alter.
The pale man let out a roar and charged foward, impossibly fast. He jumped to his feet and slung Relena over one shoulder. Sprinting towards the window he dove through it, covering her body with his. They fell to the ground in a haze of sparkling glass. The second he felt the ground beneath his feet he rolled foward, careful to protect Relena. Getting to his feet again he ran down the street towards his car.
The pale man ran after him. He unlocked the doors and threw Relena in roughly. Jumping into the driver's seat he slammed the doors shut and started the car, pressing the acceleration pedal down as far as it would go.
"This is not going to work," Relena told him, her tone cold, "the entire law enforcement of the Sanq Kingdom will be out after me. You would need a miracle to get away with this."
"Well luckily for me I have a miracle," he said looking in his rear-view mirror for the pale man. Relena was breathing hard, her eyes wide and slightly fearful. He ignored her and turned the car into the garage of the Capital City Port. Driving through, he drove directly onto the docks. Flooring the gas the BMW Custom sped towards the end of the pier.
Relena didn't have time to scream before they hit the water.
*~*~*
In the dingy room, an old phone was lying on the floor. It was dark green and old with a spin-dial system. A wire plugged it into the wall and the hidden phone lines below the street. It rang loudly, echoing off the room.
He sat up gasping, shaking sweat soaked black hair from his watery grey eyes. His eyes shot to the telephone and he stood up, walking over to it. Pulling up his pants, he crouched down and picked up the phone.
"Dias Montiero?"
"Who is this?" Dias demanded, his voice stronger than he expected it to be.
"I have a job for you."
Dias hung up the phone and stood up, walking back to his chair. The phone rang loudly again. Dias picked it up.
"Montiero, I have a job for you. Interested?"
"Meet me in the Square," Dias said, "I'll bring two kilos, that should be more than enough. But it's going to cost you--a lot."
"You think I want drugs?" the voice asked.
"What do you want?" Dias demanded.
"I told you I have a job for you. I'll pay you more than your wildest dreams--"
"I'm not being your love slave or whatever," Dias spat back angrily. The tone of the speaker changed from gentle to harsh.
"Stop assuming things Montiero. I need your 'talents' and I will pay you well for them. Now for the last time, are you interested?"
"Yes."
"Good, come downstairs. We have much to discuss and very little time."
He took in the pale man's apperance and cursed. Ducking out from behind the pillar, he raced for Relena. For a moment he was sure he wouldn't get to her in time, she was too far away. Growling silently he dove foward, knocking them both behind the alter.
The pale man let out a roar and charged foward, impossibly fast. He jumped to his feet and slung Relena over one shoulder. Sprinting towards the window he dove through it, covering her body with his. They fell to the ground in a haze of sparkling glass. The second he felt the ground beneath his feet he rolled foward, careful to protect Relena. Getting to his feet again he ran down the street towards his car.
The pale man ran after him. He unlocked the doors and threw Relena in roughly. Jumping into the driver's seat he slammed the doors shut and started the car, pressing the acceleration pedal down as far as it would go.
"This is not going to work," Relena told him, her tone cold, "the entire law enforcement of the Sanq Kingdom will be out after me. You would need a miracle to get away with this."
"Well luckily for me I have a miracle," he said looking in his rear-view mirror for the pale man. Relena was breathing hard, her eyes wide and slightly fearful. He ignored her and turned the car into the garage of the Capital City Port. Driving through, he drove directly onto the docks. Flooring the gas the BMW Custom sped towards the end of the pier.
Relena didn't have time to scream before they hit the water.
*~*~*
In the dingy room, an old phone was lying on the floor. It was dark green and old with a spin-dial system. A wire plugged it into the wall and the hidden phone lines below the street. It rang loudly, echoing off the room.
He sat up gasping, shaking sweat soaked black hair from his watery grey eyes. His eyes shot to the telephone and he stood up, walking over to it. Pulling up his pants, he crouched down and picked up the phone.
"Dias Montiero?"
"Who is this?" Dias demanded, his voice stronger than he expected it to be.
"I have a job for you."
Dias hung up the phone and stood up, walking back to his chair. The phone rang loudly again. Dias picked it up.
"Montiero, I have a job for you. Interested?"
"Meet me in the Square," Dias said, "I'll bring two kilos, that should be more than enough. But it's going to cost you--a lot."
"You think I want drugs?" the voice asked.
"What do you want?" Dias demanded.
"I told you I have a job for you. I'll pay you more than your wildest dreams--"
"I'm not being your love slave or whatever," Dias spat back angrily. The tone of the speaker changed from gentle to harsh.
"Stop assuming things Montiero. I need your 'talents' and I will pay you well for them. Now for the last time, are you interested?"
"Yes."
"Good, come downstairs. We have much to discuss and very little time."