Never Alone (P2 of 3, 8/?)
Posted: Tue Jul 20, 2004 6:57 am
Chapter eight- Her Capture
All that the short haired girl saw was darkness, almost as if nothing existed except her. She walked through her surroundings though her steps made no sound, only the silent beat that seemed to echo around, a sound that seemed to come from all sides. She gazed down upon the floors only to realize that floors weren’t there, that she was stepping in air. A cold gust of wind moved over her, her arms wrapping around herself, the realization of the loss of clothes coming to her, crouching to a sit upon the floor, trying to cover her naked form.
She closed her eyes as she tried to scream, her lips forming a name so familiar to her that it slid of her mouth with the greatest of ease, yet no sound moved through. She voiced the fallen king’s name once again, though nothing but the sound of the beat that moved through the room was ever heard.
The almost drum like beat had quickened with her fear, her eyes brimming with tears as she tried to glance around herself, seeming that the darkness around her shifted into forms, running around in her midst, her lips falling open, her eyes trying to decipher who was around her. A gust of wind pushed towards her as she fell upon the ground, trying to hold herself, curling into a ball to hide from whoever was there.
Fog seemed to rise from the floors around her, encompassing the room in a silent white, a sheet unchanging by any movement, only her own. The beating of her heart joined with the beating sound from her surroundings, her eyes closed tight, a tear rushing down the side of her head, upon her temple to the floor, the drop making a break of the thumping, the beat now only resonating from her chest.
Swirls of white had broken to dark then white again as a robed figure moved through towards her, standing a step or two just before her. As she glanced up, her eyes widened, trying to move back from him, her arms wrapping around herself, the feel of cloth upon her fingertips. Her head jerked down, her breath held as the cloth that was now upon her moved to her vision, the same school clothes.
Her arms moved back, eyeing the robed man, his face hidden under the cloth of the robes, though he was still silent. He pushed the hood back, revealing his eyes, trailing her in silence with a slight smirk.
‘Folken…’ She mouthed out, almost in voice, though nothing echoed through the room, only the continuous beating of her heart.
“This is what you wanted… What you’ve always wanted… Isn’t it?” He voiced upon the shake of his head, his hair making light traces of white through the fog before they settled behind him, an almost light blue hue from its white color, “To be alone… To disappear…”
She shook her head vehemently upon his words, a word of negation repeating upon her lips, her face moving down, gaze held upon the floors that were never there. She tried to speak though her voice wasn’t there, drowning upon this room. She tried to scream out the fallen king’s name once again, her hands moving upon her ears, trying to ignore his voice.
“You only hurt him…” The robed man’s voice continued, as if knowing what she was already thinking, mocking in a sense, “You only bring him pain… The closer he is to you, the more he pains, the more he numbs upon the pain.” The winds shifted around him, clearing a round of fog to reveal only them, the sheet of white still mist surrounding them from a distance, “The more he will wish for you and the more you will hurt him… He will die without realizing it… Or maybe denying the fact that it is you… His source of sadness, his reason to live a pathetic existence…”
She shook her head more rapidly; her eyes still closed tight, tears falling and trailing upon her cheeks, falling and lifting with the turn of her head, though upon the leave of the drops of moisture upon her cheeks, they remained hovered upon the air, never to fall.
Her head weighed a ton as it seemed, a force from her mind pushing her glance down as she tried her strongest to lift her gaze upon the robed figure, her eyes widening upon the shift of the figure, one that had been familiar to her in her days on Earth.
‘Yukari…’ She mouthed out as she tried to stand, her form stilled and cramped, letting her remain to a stand, a difficulty to move wrapping around her.
“We did it, ne!?” The figure the replaced the robed man voiced as she took a step closer, hugging her friend in a quick motion, “We passed! Finally, we did it!”
The short haired girl smiled, her arms unmoving, the weight upon her body forcing her still, once again trying to speak without a voice, yet almost to her it seemed that she was heard.
As the figure that held her moved to stand before her, the vision of a cat girl had replaced her, now standing with a confused and questioning gaze, leaning to have a closer look at the short haired girl, her face a scowl, “Dare? Hrgh! Water? Hrmm… Don’t you go to the kitchen when you want some water to drink? Hrmm..? Hrrmmm? Hrrmmph!?”
The short haired girl raised a brow as she took a step back, tilting her form away from the cat girl as she mouthed out, ‘Merle…’
“Henya-no!” The cat girl shouted, the voice echoing loudly across the empty room, forcing the short-haired girl to close her eyes.
As she opened her eyes slowly, her arm moved up, pulled by another figure that replaced the one before once again, his eyes containing a sadistic gleam, a blade dripping of blood held upon his hand. His laughter echoed through the room, the gleam of slaughter and madness repeated with each and every glance of his eyes.
‘Diland…’ Her words were cut short by a surprise, though still no sound made through, her eyes moving closed, her form falling upon the ground, a sharp pain moving upon her leg.
The blade that was held pulled back, the edge tilted towards her, the song of the steel moved through the air followed by a scream, her own voice though not from her.
The surroundings were stilled in silence, no beat, no sound moved through. She wrapped her arms around herself once again as the cold seeped upon her bones, her form once again naked, and her clothes dissipating without trace nor sign of loss. She voiced once again the fallen king’s name, this time the wind carried the tone of hers through her ears, the only voice that she could muster.
“Nani?” Her eyes pushed open upon the sound of the familiar voice, her form moving to a sit in one swift motion, not even giving a moment to take in his features blurred through her tears, her arms wrapping around him, pulling him close as she felt his warmth, he as well held her in a silent hug, moving her slowly to lie down upon something soft. Her back cushioned upon its slow descent, her head resting upon some pillow, her form now adorned in a silk robe, its obi untied, falling upon the sheets of the bed, its dark red hue upon the white creating a contrast. Her robes were of similar color, with black and white trails of swirls that made for its design, though its hue of red darker than the color of her obi.
Her body partly revealed to him, the robes divided upon its center, her flesh open to the little light that had moved through the room from a window that appeared from nowhere. His eyes never left hers as his fingers nimbly touched her body, her arms moving above her head, a slight sound vibrating from her throat, almost a half moan, her eyes closing as she tilted her head, the feel of his rough, calloused hands upon her body moved her to a silent smile.
A shock moved over her form, the warmth that touched her leaving in an instant, her head thrown back, and a scream from her own lips echoing through the room. She tried to gain a glance upon what was occurring, the view of a couple of men and a woman moved through her, another shock trailing over her form, moving her to convulse against the chains that held her bound upon a platform of sorts.
Her eyes flung open, her breathing ragged and hard, and her eyes upon the fallen king as he remained motionless from below her. Her breathing eased as his eyes slowly tried to open through pain and weariness, a smile easily playing upon his lips as she returned the same. He tried to move, only to tilt his head and cough out a crimson liquid.
Upon the splatter of blood against the stone ground, she pushed herself off him, kneeling beside his body, trying to lift him, letting his body lean against her, an arm wrapped behind him, holding him up as her hand trailed the wound upon her arm, his body wincing, another cough moved his form to a slight vibration, choking for a moment before he tilted his head, the trail of blood moved upon her skirt, creating a trail of crimson against the blue.
She tried to comfort him, to alleviate his pain, pulling his body up even closer to her, her face moving against his hair, burying her sorrow, or at least an attempt.
A crash cut through the silence like a knife, creating a sharp sound across the surroundings as the dust lifted upon the stone ground, a hard rumble of the impact made even more of the hard ground upon the cliff fall against a massive mechanical figure. As it stood, from the opposite direction, the sound of horse hooves accompanied the machine-beast, the view of a squad of riders, roughly ten, paused a few feet before them. They dismounted, stepping slowly towards the two as the mechanical beast took another step towards them, its foot behind lifting to move with his first step, standing in silence.
The black-clad women stood before them, her hand lifting the short haired girl from her kneel, the fallen king’s hand reaching weakly to her, catching her foot for a moment before she was jerked away from him, pulled away from his reach. A vile smirk played upon her lips as she unsheathed the thin blade upon her side, the blade creating trails of light reflected from the moons upon the skies. The last thing that pushed through was her laugh, the short haired girl’s scream, and the slash of steel against flesh.
Her eyes flung open, a tear rushing upon her cheek, her glance moving down towards him, her breath hard, quick and fearful in a sense. Her breathing eased as his eyes slowly opened through the pain and weariness that had moved through him from all the events of the evening. A smile easily moved upon his lips as she smiled in return as well, though it quickly changed into a shocked expression.
The fallen king’s lips parted as she moved off him, his speech cut off by a cough of crimson liquid, his head tilted to the side, letting the blood fall to the ground. She tried to pull him off into the distance, though she realized that she tried to take him away, anywhere. Tears continued to fall upon her cheeks, falling upon his face as the confusion still encompassed him. She shook her head as he coughed once again, dark red liquid lashing upon her blouse, but she didn’t even try to notice it. With whatever was left in her, she pulled him away, but to only a bit of distance.
A crash cut through the rough sound of his form scraping against the ground, as if to be pulled, creating a sharp vibration across the surroundings, moving her pull to a pause as the dust lifted upon the stone ground, a hard rumble of the impact made even more of the hard ground upon the cliff fall against a massive mechanical figure, moving her form to fall against the fallen king’s body, forcing blood to reach his throat, a choking sound moving from him, tilting his head once again to relieve of the liquid.
As the massive figure stood, from the opposite direction, the sound of horse hooves accompanied the machine-beast, the view of a squad of riders, roughly ten, paused a few feet before them. They dismounted, stepping slowly towards the two as the mechanical beast took another step towards them, its foot behind lifting to move with his first step, standing in silence.
The black-clad women stood before them, her hand lifting the short haired girl from her hold against him, though paused by her trial to keep against his form, her hand only attempting to grip the pendant upon the fallen king’s chest, pulling him up a bit towards her before the twine broke, moving the fallen king to once again crash upon the ground. His hand attempted to reach weakly to her before another cough of blood escaped his lips, catching her foot for a moment before she was jerked away from him, pulled away from his reach.
“Onegai!” She shook her head, whispering an almost inaudible plea, her voice desperate in its weakness, “Onegai! Yamete! Don’t ki…”
A vile smirk played upon the black clad woman’s lips as she unsheathed the thin blade upon her side, the blade creating trails of light reflected from the moons upon the skies. The short haired girl squirmed from her hold, pushing the blade as best as she can away from him, though not enough. What only occurred was a slap against her cheek, pushing her off as the blade made its descent, the thin steel piercing through the fallen king’s chest, though no sound pushed through.
The short haired girl was lifted from her fall, only half conscious; her lips uttered his name once more before she was lifted upon the dark clad woman’s shoulder, her eyes dimming slowly as she saw him, laying motionless upon the stone ground.
She screamed out his name one final time, her fist banging against the dark clad woman’s armor weakly, her eyes moving to a close, her final sight was him, silent…
The pendant held within her hand glowed a faint red, slowly dissipating, the crystalline gem upon it shifting to a black shade…
All that the short haired girl saw was darkness, almost as if nothing existed except her. She walked through her surroundings though her steps made no sound, only the silent beat that seemed to echo around, a sound that seemed to come from all sides. She gazed down upon the floors only to realize that floors weren’t there, that she was stepping in air. A cold gust of wind moved over her, her arms wrapping around herself, the realization of the loss of clothes coming to her, crouching to a sit upon the floor, trying to cover her naked form.
She closed her eyes as she tried to scream, her lips forming a name so familiar to her that it slid of her mouth with the greatest of ease, yet no sound moved through. She voiced the fallen king’s name once again, though nothing but the sound of the beat that moved through the room was ever heard.
The almost drum like beat had quickened with her fear, her eyes brimming with tears as she tried to glance around herself, seeming that the darkness around her shifted into forms, running around in her midst, her lips falling open, her eyes trying to decipher who was around her. A gust of wind pushed towards her as she fell upon the ground, trying to hold herself, curling into a ball to hide from whoever was there.
Fog seemed to rise from the floors around her, encompassing the room in a silent white, a sheet unchanging by any movement, only her own. The beating of her heart joined with the beating sound from her surroundings, her eyes closed tight, a tear rushing down the side of her head, upon her temple to the floor, the drop making a break of the thumping, the beat now only resonating from her chest.
Swirls of white had broken to dark then white again as a robed figure moved through towards her, standing a step or two just before her. As she glanced up, her eyes widened, trying to move back from him, her arms wrapping around herself, the feel of cloth upon her fingertips. Her head jerked down, her breath held as the cloth that was now upon her moved to her vision, the same school clothes.
Her arms moved back, eyeing the robed man, his face hidden under the cloth of the robes, though he was still silent. He pushed the hood back, revealing his eyes, trailing her in silence with a slight smirk.
‘Folken…’ She mouthed out, almost in voice, though nothing echoed through the room, only the continuous beating of her heart.
“This is what you wanted… What you’ve always wanted… Isn’t it?” He voiced upon the shake of his head, his hair making light traces of white through the fog before they settled behind him, an almost light blue hue from its white color, “To be alone… To disappear…”
She shook her head vehemently upon his words, a word of negation repeating upon her lips, her face moving down, gaze held upon the floors that were never there. She tried to speak though her voice wasn’t there, drowning upon this room. She tried to scream out the fallen king’s name once again, her hands moving upon her ears, trying to ignore his voice.
“You only hurt him…” The robed man’s voice continued, as if knowing what she was already thinking, mocking in a sense, “You only bring him pain… The closer he is to you, the more he pains, the more he numbs upon the pain.” The winds shifted around him, clearing a round of fog to reveal only them, the sheet of white still mist surrounding them from a distance, “The more he will wish for you and the more you will hurt him… He will die without realizing it… Or maybe denying the fact that it is you… His source of sadness, his reason to live a pathetic existence…”
She shook her head more rapidly; her eyes still closed tight, tears falling and trailing upon her cheeks, falling and lifting with the turn of her head, though upon the leave of the drops of moisture upon her cheeks, they remained hovered upon the air, never to fall.
Her head weighed a ton as it seemed, a force from her mind pushing her glance down as she tried her strongest to lift her gaze upon the robed figure, her eyes widening upon the shift of the figure, one that had been familiar to her in her days on Earth.
‘Yukari…’ She mouthed out as she tried to stand, her form stilled and cramped, letting her remain to a stand, a difficulty to move wrapping around her.
“We did it, ne!?” The figure the replaced the robed man voiced as she took a step closer, hugging her friend in a quick motion, “We passed! Finally, we did it!”
The short haired girl smiled, her arms unmoving, the weight upon her body forcing her still, once again trying to speak without a voice, yet almost to her it seemed that she was heard.
As the figure that held her moved to stand before her, the vision of a cat girl had replaced her, now standing with a confused and questioning gaze, leaning to have a closer look at the short haired girl, her face a scowl, “Dare? Hrgh! Water? Hrmm… Don’t you go to the kitchen when you want some water to drink? Hrmm..? Hrrmmm? Hrrmmph!?”
The short haired girl raised a brow as she took a step back, tilting her form away from the cat girl as she mouthed out, ‘Merle…’
“Henya-no!” The cat girl shouted, the voice echoing loudly across the empty room, forcing the short-haired girl to close her eyes.
As she opened her eyes slowly, her arm moved up, pulled by another figure that replaced the one before once again, his eyes containing a sadistic gleam, a blade dripping of blood held upon his hand. His laughter echoed through the room, the gleam of slaughter and madness repeated with each and every glance of his eyes.
‘Diland…’ Her words were cut short by a surprise, though still no sound made through, her eyes moving closed, her form falling upon the ground, a sharp pain moving upon her leg.
The blade that was held pulled back, the edge tilted towards her, the song of the steel moved through the air followed by a scream, her own voice though not from her.
The surroundings were stilled in silence, no beat, no sound moved through. She wrapped her arms around herself once again as the cold seeped upon her bones, her form once again naked, and her clothes dissipating without trace nor sign of loss. She voiced once again the fallen king’s name, this time the wind carried the tone of hers through her ears, the only voice that she could muster.
“Nani?” Her eyes pushed open upon the sound of the familiar voice, her form moving to a sit in one swift motion, not even giving a moment to take in his features blurred through her tears, her arms wrapping around him, pulling him close as she felt his warmth, he as well held her in a silent hug, moving her slowly to lie down upon something soft. Her back cushioned upon its slow descent, her head resting upon some pillow, her form now adorned in a silk robe, its obi untied, falling upon the sheets of the bed, its dark red hue upon the white creating a contrast. Her robes were of similar color, with black and white trails of swirls that made for its design, though its hue of red darker than the color of her obi.
Her body partly revealed to him, the robes divided upon its center, her flesh open to the little light that had moved through the room from a window that appeared from nowhere. His eyes never left hers as his fingers nimbly touched her body, her arms moving above her head, a slight sound vibrating from her throat, almost a half moan, her eyes closing as she tilted her head, the feel of his rough, calloused hands upon her body moved her to a silent smile.
A shock moved over her form, the warmth that touched her leaving in an instant, her head thrown back, and a scream from her own lips echoing through the room. She tried to gain a glance upon what was occurring, the view of a couple of men and a woman moved through her, another shock trailing over her form, moving her to convulse against the chains that held her bound upon a platform of sorts.
Her eyes flung open, her breathing ragged and hard, and her eyes upon the fallen king as he remained motionless from below her. Her breathing eased as his eyes slowly tried to open through pain and weariness, a smile easily playing upon his lips as she returned the same. He tried to move, only to tilt his head and cough out a crimson liquid.
Upon the splatter of blood against the stone ground, she pushed herself off him, kneeling beside his body, trying to lift him, letting his body lean against her, an arm wrapped behind him, holding him up as her hand trailed the wound upon her arm, his body wincing, another cough moved his form to a slight vibration, choking for a moment before he tilted his head, the trail of blood moved upon her skirt, creating a trail of crimson against the blue.
She tried to comfort him, to alleviate his pain, pulling his body up even closer to her, her face moving against his hair, burying her sorrow, or at least an attempt.
A crash cut through the silence like a knife, creating a sharp sound across the surroundings as the dust lifted upon the stone ground, a hard rumble of the impact made even more of the hard ground upon the cliff fall against a massive mechanical figure. As it stood, from the opposite direction, the sound of horse hooves accompanied the machine-beast, the view of a squad of riders, roughly ten, paused a few feet before them. They dismounted, stepping slowly towards the two as the mechanical beast took another step towards them, its foot behind lifting to move with his first step, standing in silence.
The black-clad women stood before them, her hand lifting the short haired girl from her kneel, the fallen king’s hand reaching weakly to her, catching her foot for a moment before she was jerked away from him, pulled away from his reach. A vile smirk played upon her lips as she unsheathed the thin blade upon her side, the blade creating trails of light reflected from the moons upon the skies. The last thing that pushed through was her laugh, the short haired girl’s scream, and the slash of steel against flesh.
Her eyes flung open, a tear rushing upon her cheek, her glance moving down towards him, her breath hard, quick and fearful in a sense. Her breathing eased as his eyes slowly opened through the pain and weariness that had moved through him from all the events of the evening. A smile easily moved upon his lips as she smiled in return as well, though it quickly changed into a shocked expression.
The fallen king’s lips parted as she moved off him, his speech cut off by a cough of crimson liquid, his head tilted to the side, letting the blood fall to the ground. She tried to pull him off into the distance, though she realized that she tried to take him away, anywhere. Tears continued to fall upon her cheeks, falling upon his face as the confusion still encompassed him. She shook her head as he coughed once again, dark red liquid lashing upon her blouse, but she didn’t even try to notice it. With whatever was left in her, she pulled him away, but to only a bit of distance.
A crash cut through the rough sound of his form scraping against the ground, as if to be pulled, creating a sharp vibration across the surroundings, moving her pull to a pause as the dust lifted upon the stone ground, a hard rumble of the impact made even more of the hard ground upon the cliff fall against a massive mechanical figure, moving her form to fall against the fallen king’s body, forcing blood to reach his throat, a choking sound moving from him, tilting his head once again to relieve of the liquid.
As the massive figure stood, from the opposite direction, the sound of horse hooves accompanied the machine-beast, the view of a squad of riders, roughly ten, paused a few feet before them. They dismounted, stepping slowly towards the two as the mechanical beast took another step towards them, its foot behind lifting to move with his first step, standing in silence.
The black-clad women stood before them, her hand lifting the short haired girl from her hold against him, though paused by her trial to keep against his form, her hand only attempting to grip the pendant upon the fallen king’s chest, pulling him up a bit towards her before the twine broke, moving the fallen king to once again crash upon the ground. His hand attempted to reach weakly to her before another cough of blood escaped his lips, catching her foot for a moment before she was jerked away from him, pulled away from his reach.
“Onegai!” She shook her head, whispering an almost inaudible plea, her voice desperate in its weakness, “Onegai! Yamete! Don’t ki…”
A vile smirk played upon the black clad woman’s lips as she unsheathed the thin blade upon her side, the blade creating trails of light reflected from the moons upon the skies. The short haired girl squirmed from her hold, pushing the blade as best as she can away from him, though not enough. What only occurred was a slap against her cheek, pushing her off as the blade made its descent, the thin steel piercing through the fallen king’s chest, though no sound pushed through.
The short haired girl was lifted from her fall, only half conscious; her lips uttered his name once more before she was lifted upon the dark clad woman’s shoulder, her eyes dimming slowly as she saw him, laying motionless upon the stone ground.
She screamed out his name one final time, her fist banging against the dark clad woman’s armor weakly, her eyes moving to a close, her final sight was him, silent…
The pendant held within her hand glowed a faint red, slowly dissipating, the crystalline gem upon it shifting to a black shade…