A Naruto/Dead Space crossover. This is my first time trying to write a twisted story so please give me your criticisms.

Sanity is severely overrated…

Sick

Chapter One

Return to What He Never Knew…

As rocks crumbled to pieces and fell and pipelines blew all around the station…at the center of it all…sat a man. This man…twisted and broken…sat tired and alone as he awaited his death at the hands of the accursed Titan Station. Sighing, the man could only look up as he saw the pieces of the Marker crumbling around him. Looking back to the ground and sighing again, he closed his eyes. 'So…after coming all this way…after being given another chance at life after my failure…it was all for naught as I die on this godforsaken station.' The man was so caught up in his own grief that he did not notice the Holo-screen appear in front of him.

"Isaac? Isaac! You stupid bastard! Was this all part of your stupid plan? To set me out here and you stay to die?'

The man, still caught by surprise, regained his composure and chuckled slightly. "I'm full of bad ideas, remember Ellie?"

"Well here's another one for you. I'm crashing through the roof and rescuing you!"

The man, now identified as Isaac, shot his eyes open, his right still bleeding from the needle in the machine. Looking up frantically, he spoke back. "Ellie don't! It's too late for me! You have to go! Leave me and go!"

"Too late!"

Before Isaac could even reply, the gunship burst through the roof of the Marker Room and began to circle the huge, manmade monstrosity. He cursed under his breath as the gravity in the room was shut down before he engaged his helmet and Leg Boosters. Going as fast as he could towards the gunship, he dodged pieces of wall and bodies that now floated in the air. Ducking under the final cinder wall, Ellie opened up the hatch to the gunship and grasped the handle for stability. "Take my hand, Isaac!"

"I'm trying!" Isaac strained his thrusters and his muscles as he tried with all his might to grab hold of her hand. Finally, he had her and she pulled him in before running back to the pilots' seat. As she steered the vessel, she yelled back to Isaac. "Close the hatch, Isaac!"

Before Isaac was able to get to the hatch, he saw the Titan Station begin a series of explosions all over the flying metal behemoth. He quickly smashed the button but the door was barely able to close fast enough as the station finally went nuclear and blew. The ship got rocked and finally…Isaac blacked out.

…

The hallway was dark and cold and along the sides there were mechanized doors at regular intervals. Isaac stood at the very end with the lights flickering on and off on occasion. As he staggered forward, he was struck with a painful headache that brought him to his knees. As he tried to fight the pain, he looked up and saw what he thought was no more…he saw Nicole…

His voice was shaky and was filled to the brim with pain and fear. "N-Nicole?"

The woman nodded her head with a small smile. But as she did…her face became scabbed and her eyes became glowing white. Blood began to appear on her dominantly white skintight uniform. Isaac tried to stand to face the vision but was brought back to his knees by another greater pain. "There is no escape from what you did, Isaac."

Clutching his head in pain, his helmet receded and he stared the phantom in the eyes. "I destroyed you! I destroyed you, you damn Marker! Leave me alone!" His cries echoed through the halls and blood began to seep in through the cracks in the piping. Isaac could hear roars in the distance past the illusion. Hearing the roars of bloodlust, he forced himself to stand with his hands still clutching his head and his eyes clenched shut. He forced himself once more to move and he bum rushed past the dead Nicole as she lent her own roar into the mix.

Running…limping…crawling…it didn't matter to Isaac as long as he was able to get away from the visions of Nicole. He staggered forward and as the roars got louder and louder, he turned to a door. Placing his hand on the glowing circle in the middle, the door cycled open and he entered the room. Reaching for his Plasma Cutter hanging at his waist, he held it up with one hand while still trying to quell the pain in his head with the other. Illuminating as much as he could, he could hear the echoing voice of Nicole from all around. "You think that that would rid you of me? Did you think that you could actually get away from what you did? You thought that you could escape the guilt and the regret for what you did? There is no acceptance for what you've done!"

As another pain shot through his head, Isaac dropped his weapon and with it, his only light in the pitch black room. As the weapon clashed against the ground, the light flickered off. Isaac tried to fight the pain again but failed as he was brought to his knees again. The light in the room began to flicker on and off in a sporadic manner. As he tried to look up, he came face to face with the illusion of Nicole. She roared and the pain in Isaac's head soared to unimaginable heights. Finally, there were no more gasps that came from him nor did he try to fight it. As the pain became too unbearable…he let loose a scream that echoed through the entire room and more than likely out past the door into the hallway.

As he screamed in pain, Nicole reached for his neck. As she began to lift him off of the ground, Isaac's mind went dark.

…

Isaac awoke screaming at the top of his lungs on a bunk in the gunship. As he let his horror loose, Ellie came rushing into the bunkroom with worry evident in her only eye. She came in to see Isaac clutching his head and curling his knees into his chest with tears streaming from his eyes. Ellie came running up to him and immediately wrapped her arms around him trying to calm him down. His cries began to dwindle as he tried to be strong. Soon they turned to small whimpers and his body would spasm every so often. As he looked around, he saw that Ellie had tears coming from her closed eyes. He tried even harder to calm down and was soon able to stop his body from having its spasms. He then draped his arm across her back and took hold of her waist, leaning his head into her hair.

As time passed by, Ellie could feel his heart stop racing and placed her hand on his chest. She then felt his head on hers and for some strange reason…for the first time since the Necromorph attack, she felt happy. She let a small smile grace her smooth, tan face. She had unbraided her hair and let it fall down to her shoulder blades. Her red shirt had been replaced with a simple white tank-top and her pants were now a pair of generic black pants that she had found in the cargo hold of the gunship. It looked quite small from the outside, but it was quite roomy on the inside.

As she felt Clarke begin to drift, she let him down onto the pillow and laid her head on his chest. She tilted her head up to finally get a good look at his face. She had to admit that he was a very handsome man with his shaved blonde hair. It was definitely no normal blonde as it looked like it was the color of the sun. His face was chiseled and as she saw his eyes close, she caught a glimpse of the two pools of cerulean blue that hid behind his mask. She looked down from his eyes and saw what looked like whisker-like scars on his cheeks. Three adorned each side and it made her want to rub them. For the first time she was able to see him without his armor on and he was dressed in a skintight black shirt that was tucked into a pair of black cargo pants and he wore white socks. She loved the feeling of his muscles underneath her. They were not steel hard but they were rugged and slightly padded by a thin layer of skin and clothing. Sighing, she laid her head back down and closed her eyes.

…

In the cockpit of the gunship, a bloody tendril of human flesh and bone was putting in its own command codes and the ship was beginning to turn in a different direction…towards a large Black Hole. As it turned it also began to speed up as it soon became a blur. Luckily for Ellie and Clarke, they were under a stronger gravitational pull so they remained in the bunk mostly undisturbed…mostly. Clarke was awoken when a sudden jolt hit him as the ship rocked and his eyes snapped open due to the alertness that he had been forced to endure during the last few days and the days before he entered his coma after supposedly destroying the USG Ishimura. Seeing that Ellie laid on top of him, he lifted her as gently as he could and jumped from the bunk and landed with a soft thud. He ran to the armor chamber installed on the ship and input a schematic before quickly changed into his personalized armor.

During his time before the horrors of the USG Ishimura and the Titan Station, Clarke had begun to devise an engineer armor that would be able to withstand most electrical surges that may occur and it was able to take slightly more physical damage than his older armor from the USG Ishimura. Though it was still only a prototype, it worked well for his tastes.

When he exited the armor chamber her stood in a sleek white armor. The metal boots that he wore had a black line running up the back of each leg. Near the heel of both there were six flaps on each heel and near his toes and up the curve to his leg there were more flaps that he had designed to regulate more thrust to him when he would enter zero-gravity. Meeting the boot-tops was the rest of his leg armor. It had the same black line running up the back of the leg but it also had four pieces of black metal on each leg that were made in a spine-like formation that gave him both flexibility and protection.

His chest armor was still mainly white with two plates adorned his upper chest and curved over his shoulders to meet in the back and mold into his Rig. The plates were made of a flexible metal that he had been able to make after years of experimentation. He had figured that the best place to test the metal would be on his prototype armor. He did the same with six abdominal-like strips of metal that covered where his six-pack would be. They too curved over his sides and seemed to melt into two full pieces of metal before seemingly melting into the bottom of his Rig.

His arms had the black strip running up his forearm and on his elbow, up the back of his triceps and they met at the Rig. The hands of the armor were covered in spiny looking metal plates that had donned the same color as the rest of the metal. Along his knuckles there were tiny spikes that were meant to be used to punch a hole through steel when a Rotary Saw was not near. The rest was covered in the same metal that lined his legs only on each arm they were far smaller and there were eight strips on each arm. As an experiment, he had put two Kinesis modules on both of his hands and charged them with Power Nodes hidden in his Rig so that they could lift larger materials. His left hand was also charged with a Stasis module that ran off of solar energy.

As he flexed his arms and legs, Clarke looked over his armor and was very happy with the results of his years of research. He activated his helmet and it soon covered his face. It had the three blue slashes for his eyes as all of his other armor had. Going up the jaw line of the helmet, it came off barely two centimeters from his face in a slight spike like inverted sideburns. The chin of the mask was pointed and the forehead had a large silver metal plate on it.

He did not have time to completely check over his armor for possible kinks as he rushed through the length of the gunship. As he rushed through the halls of the gunship, the lights flickered red. As he got closer to the cockpit, a roar echoed through the small hallway that sent a wave of pain shooting through his head as it had done in his nightmare. He was able to fight the pain, if only barely, and he forced himself forward.

He could barely keep himself moving as he felt the pain strike at his head. He yelped in pain but kept going on. As he got within five feet of the door to the cockpit, his instincts told him to duck and he listened just in time to dodge a large piercing arm aimed at his head. He turned as he ducked and saw a large, four-armed Necromorph that had sword-like arms. He quickly went for the Rotary Saw that hung in its module beside his Plasma Cutter and Javelin Launcher. He brought it up and fired his first shot. It ripped its head from its shoulder and the thing fell to its knees. Sighing, he turned and opened the door.

As he walked in, he felt a blade pierce his leg. He looked back and down, trying his best to fight the pain, and saw that the thing was not in fact dead. He used the Kinesis modules on his arms to grab a long, blade-like pole at the other end of the cockpit and slammed it through the monsters body, pinning it to the ground. He pulling the things arm out of his leg and ran to the control board and began to punch in numbers. As he tried to redirect the ship away from the Black Hole, a tentacle burst out of the vent above him and took him by the neck and pulled him up.

Isaac could not reach for his saw as he tried to keep himself from getting strangled. He held himself up with one arm and pulled the discharged saw blade that he'd fired earlier back to him with his right Kinesis module. He then swung his arm up and cut the tentacle before falling to the ground. As he hit, the same voice…Nicole's voice…rang through the hallways. "I told you…there is no escape from your guilt. Acceptance is nothing unless you follow through. We will not stop…"

Isaac forced himself up as his head was wracked with a blinding pain. "We will not falter…"

He deactivated his helmet…hoping that the pain would go away. "We will not fail…"

Suddenly…in front of him…Nicole's dead illusion appeared before him. "Not…against…you!"

As she opened her glowing mouth, Isaac's screams became louder and louder. He felt as If his head was peeling apart from the inside out. Rearing back his fist as best he could, he threw it forward and smashed it into the visions face…but it disappeared…and with it…the pain. Isaac was able to open his eyes and see that he had smashed the Hyper-Drive activation switch…before he was able to steer the ship off of its deadly course. He quickly grabbed a seat and reactivated his helmet before the jolt kicked him back and tossed most of his body into the air as he barely hung on to the back of the co-pilots seat. He could barely watch as they shot into the deadly anomaly.

Over time, the pressure of Hyper-Drive and the Black Hole's interior combined became too much for him and he let go against his will. He flew back and smashed against the door to the hall way. Thinking as best he could, he activated both of his Kinesis modules and picked up one of the small, blunt pieces of metal that had came from the vent. Even the power of both of his modules could barely keep it steady as the pressure from Hyper-Drive was getting to be too much. He quickly threw the piece of metal and it smashed into the Hyper-Drive button again. As it hit…the ship stopped and Isaac flew forward into the co-pilots chair.

In a daze…he stood himself up and grabbed his head, trying to shake the pain from it. He looked around at the severed tentacle and the nailed body of the crawling Necromorph. Thought after thought began to ring through his head. 'What the Hell are Necromorph's doing here? How did they survive the blast from the Marker? Where did they send us? How the Hell are we alive? Why didn't the Black Hole crush us?' As he opened his eyes behind his helmet, through the slightly cracked window he saw a planet. It wasn't very large but it was sizable enough to sustain human life. Somehow…to him…it was vaguely familiar. He could not pinpoint the feeling of nostalgia through his terror and surprise at the Necromorph presence. Also…he did not realize that they were moving at a dangerous pace towards the planet.

He ran back to the control panel and began to take the thruster controls, trying to slow them down to a safer speed. He heard a banging on the door and turned in time to see it open and he fired a shot from his Plasma Cutter…barely missing Ellie. His eyes widened and he turned back to the controls. He heard her angered voice. "What the Hell is your problem, Isaac?"

He turned enough so that he could still focus but pointed and quick finger and the severed appendage and the dead creature. He then brought his hand back to the panel and continued to try and slow them down. "Necromorph's! They survived the blast! They somehow sent us through a Black Hole and now we are…"

He heard her voice interrupt him. "Wait! A Black Hole? How're we not dead?" Her words reached his ears and he answered her without looking back. "I'm not entirely sure but it took us somewhere and now we're going to crash land unless I can slow this damn thing down!" Ellie's eyes went wide and she was over by Clarke within seconds working as well to get the ship to slow down. She saw a reading and smashed her fist into a button. Flaps over the ship began to pop up to slow them down but the speed became too much for them to take and they flew off as the ship barreled into the atmosphere.

Clarke's head began to hurt again as they broke through the atmosphere of the planet. He ran out of the cockpit and to the pressure door keeping all of the pressure in. He opened the door and He was hit by a blast of wind. He regained his composure and ran to the door. He leaned out, using the door handle to keep himself from falling out. When all he could see were clouds, he pulled himself back in and closed the hatch. As he turned…he came face to face with a hideous creature.

The Necromorph's neck was a foot long and it had spines popping out along the back of its neck. Its split mouth opened in four ways and had a slight line of saliva coming from it. It towered over Isaac by at least a foot and a half. It had two legs that were long but skinny and two arms of the same description that were made for slicing through things and piercing hard materials. Its dead eyes bore a hole into Clarke's head with its deadly gaze.

Isaac moved as fast as he could to take out his Plasma Cutter but the Necromorph roared and slashed Isaac across his face, cutting through his helmet and then it drop kicked him. He flew and smashed into the door, leaving a sizable dent in it. As the Necromorph roared once more, Isaac did the only thing that his mind could come up with…He smashed the button and the door opened. Isaac flew into the air with the Necromorph right behind him.

As Isaac fell with his back towards the ground, he saw the Necromorph diving towards him at a great speed. Thinking desperately, Isaac faced the ground and began a bullet drop maneuver. As he fell, he felt as the air began to bend around him. As he gathered speed, his Holo-projector sprung to life with Ellie on the screen. "What the Hell is your problem you stupid bastard?"

Isaac chuckled even though Death loomed above and waited beneath him. "You really love calling me that, huh Ellie?" On the screen Ellis simply slammed her hand into the control panel and took the controls. "I'm steering her back for you!" Isaac looked to his right to where he heard the whirring of the gunship coming towards him. "Okay…let's hope this damn thing doesn't follow." As he turned his head back to the ground, he still saw clouds everywhere. He closed his eyes and hoped that what he had planned would work.

As he channeled power from his Stasis and Kinesis modules, he felt himself speed up. He looked down…up…to see that his thrusters were on. He looked forward and smirked. As he gained speed, he forced his body to tilt back, making him start to move forward. As he got the desired result of moving forward, he could also feel his body falling slightly. 'So it'll work for gliding at a faster speed more than flight.'

As he heard the gunship coming closer, he looked to his right again and saw the ship coming at him in the clouds. He then looked behind him and saw the Necromorph falling down way past where it had a chance to get to him. He sighed in relief and grabbed onto the ships door handle. Pulling himself in, he deactivated his helmet and walked to the cockpit. As he opened the door, he was tackled to the floor. Isaac tried to fight against it but as he fell, soft brown hair fell into his face.

He looked down to see the crying form of Ellie curled up into his chest piece. He also saw something wet trailing down the crevices of his armor. 'Tears…' He then realized that she was crying. He placed a hand on her head and began to softly rub the back of her head. "Ellie…"

He couldn't finish his sentence. Ellie lifted her head; tears present in her eyes, "Stupid bastard…" she then placed her lips over his in a soft but meaningful kiss. When the kiss broke, Isaac was wide eyed. "What was that, Ellie?" Her cheeks became covered by her blush. "I was worried about you. You jump out of a gunship at God knows how high up and you expect me to be all Happy-go-Lucky with it? You have some problems if that's what you actually think, Isaac. I don't exactly take it lightly that someone I care about decides to possibly commit suicide."

To say that Isaac was dumbstruck was an understatement. 'Did she just say she cares about me? What the Hell…' 'It's a lie, Isaac…' Isaac's eyes widened as he heard the raspy voice of Nicole again. 'Leave me alone!' 'Never! Not until it's done! Not until after you do what you were meant to do!' Without even thinking, Isaac reached up and grasped his head and sat up, tossing Ellie backwards. She looked up in surprise but found that he was in pain. His eyes were clenched shut and he was gritting his teeth in pain. She got up and ran over to him.

"Isaac!" She got no response. She looked around until her eye caught the window. They had broken through the belly of the clouds. The landscape was covered in a sprawling forest with bodies of water and large canyons. She then realized something else…'There's no one at the controls!'

Quicker than thought humanly possible, she shot up and ran to the door to the cockpit. As she opened it, she heard the alarms blaring for landing gear, alarms of low fuel and sirens of imminent danger. She quickly got into the pilots chair and took control. The ship was beginning to come down towards a large red gate that was surrounded by a wall that circled around a village that had a radius of three miles. The whole thing was large for what seemed to be a general settlement of people. Coming from the room behind her, she heard the scream. "NOOOOO!" She turned her head…and that was her mistake.

As she turned her head, she failed to see the large fireball that was going headlong into the gunship. As her head turned back, she watched as the fireball encompassed the window and the glass began to crack. Ellie could feel the heat emanating from the thing and quickly got up and ran through the door again back to Isaac.

When she came in, she saw Isaac smashing his head into the metal wall of the gunship. She ran over to him and quickly pulled him away. She looked at his bloodied face and felt a tear come to her eye. 'Why Isaac…' Before she could think further, she heard the glass in the other part of the ship shatter from the pressure and heat of the ball of fire. She turned to Isaac. She saw that he now had tears mixing with his blood and she pulled him to the door of the gunship. Turning to him again, she spoke this time. "Isaac, snap out of it! We have to abandon ship, now!"

He looked dazed as his tears fell to the floor of the ship with his blood. "What's the point anymore…why should I live…why should I…why…" His eyes began to flutter as he spoke and Ellie could see the consciousness flowing slowly out of him. She quickly grabbed him and put his arm around her neck so that she could support him. 'I'm not letting go so easily, Isaac.' She smashed the button again and the hatch swooshed open. She looked to her right as she saw the fire licking the gunship and crawling at a deathly pace towards her and the drifting engineer over her shoulder. As the ship neared the ground, she could feel that they were going way over the safe limit to be jumping out of a ship. Hell, she didn't even know if jumping out of a ship period was safe. Well…Isaac was able to do it and live.

When she felt that they were safe enough that they would at least live, she closed her eyes and said a silent prayer before finally leaping from the falling craft. She hit the ground hard and having Isaac's body over hers didn't help her situation. She rolled for well over a hundred yards through a dark forest until she finally slammed into a tree. As she did, she blacked out.

…

It was a nice day for Konohagakure no Sato. The sun was shining and the birds were chirping. All had been this way since the disappearance of the blonde haired Demon Brat over three years ago. People had cheered on that day. They cheered for the loss of what they thought had been their torment. They cheered for what they thought had taken their precious Yondaime Hokage's life. Though now, they had nothing let to vent their anger on. They had nothing left to chase around. In losing their greatest source of hatred and fear…they lost their 'plaything' in a sense.

Though…the loss of the blonde whirlwind did not go on to be cheered by everyone. There were many who mourned the loss of the young boy. For one, there was Senju Tsunade who had cried the day that the boy had disappeared. She had sent out Search and Rescue Squads for a year after his disappearance but to no avail. He was gone and there was no finding him…

The others to mourn the loss were the Ichiraku family. Teuchi and Ayame had both come to think of the young blonde as family. He had always come to them when he needed help and they would give it to him. When they heard of the loss, they had almost gone bankrupt from their mourning. Ayame was the first to pull through, thinking that nothing would be able to get the young one down. Soon she was able to bring her father around to her viewing.

Only one other genuinely mourned the loss of the Sunshine of Konoha. Only one who cried at the loss of her love. The young and the beautiful Secondary Hyuuga Heiress…Hyuuga Hanabi. Hanabi had heard the news from her father. When Hinata had heard it, she all but gave up on the whirlwind. Hanabi though…when she heard the news…had ran to her room…she'd collapsed onto her bed and soaked her blanket and sheets with her tears. Ever since that day…she had become a different person. She was cold…she was calculating…and she was broken. All around her she saw images and she heard the voice of her lost love. She was hung up…and she felt that she would never be able to come down from her love induced high.

All in all…very few people had cared for the boy. Very few had taken the time to mourn his disappearance. Few would say it out loud in fear of what the Godaime Hokage might do to them, but most knew that nothing strange or out of the ordinary had happened since the boy had left. It only reinforced what they had already thought…that is…until the 'Falling Star' as it was so bluntly put.

It was a day like any other. The people were up and about and minding their own business. Everyone was having a good day like any other. It was all okay until someone heard a thunderclap and roars coming from high up above the clouds. Everyone tried to play it off as nothing until another louder roar was heard. They looked up and saw a creature fall from the sky and land just outside of the gates. Very few actually saw the thing as it ran off into the darkness of the forests.

It was when it landed that people began to look up. One person in particular, a Shinobi, had taken the liberty to launch a fireball at the falling…thing. It did well to slow it down slightly with its own momentum but in totality, it seemed only to turn the falling thing into a flaming mass of metal. As people watched in a daze, too caught up in the sight of something so captivating, most failed to notice the two forms jumping from the falling craft. It soon smashed into the ground and slid to a painfully loud halt, barely stopping before it ran down those who had stopped to watch.

ANBU had quickly quarantined the area off and had sent all of the surrounding civilians to their homes. When it was discovered to be a type of transportation, a search team was dispatched to search the area within one hundred yards of the surrounding forests of Konoha for anyone who would have any possible connection to the craft.

When ANBU saw the blood leaking from the open door, a few became lightheaded but many kept their composure. It was when one ANBU finally got the guts to step into the ship…that they saw horror.

Along the walls, pieces of it had been melted off by the fireball. The damage made it as far back as the end of the hallway. When the ANBU looked to his left, he saw that the door had been melted completely off. It was melted to the point that he was seriously contesting the thought that there was ever a door there in the first place. Gathering his courage, he walked to the left and poked his head through the door. When he looked down, he had to hold in his lunch forcibly.

On the ground before him lied the charred corpse of the Necromorph that had been impaled through the head and into the ground by a metal pole. He looked on in fear as he saw that the thing was anything but human. Its spine was far longer than it should be, as it looked like it could be used as a scorpion tail. Along its back, spines of bone poked out from his spinal cord. Its hands had claws and its face was something that even Yami's worst nightmares couldn't compete with.

The ANBU quickly ran from the gunship in fear of what else may be on the thing. He didn't scream though, with the thought of ANBU's public appearance in his head. When he got outside, he ordered the ANBU squad to move the ship immediately before someone saw what was inside. It took most of their manpower but they were able to get it onto a rolling platform to get it into the Hokage Tower. Before they started moving it, a Genjutsu was cast over it to hide the huge craft.

…

The day was not going very good for Ellie. As she finally came to, she felt her head throbbing in an unimaginable pain that would periodically spike in its intensity before dying down to a low headache. She sat up clutching her head with one hand as she kept herself propped up with the other one. Peeking through her eyelids, she saw that Isaac lied only a few feet away from her and his helmet had been deactivated. She picked herself up and staggered forward, holding her limp and possibly broken arm.

As she came closer to his unconscious form, she saw that there was a large slash across his face. The injury went from the bottom of the left side of his mouth to the point right above his eye. She looked in horror and slight curiosity as the slash had taken a good chunk out of his lower and upper lip, revealing his teeth. As she looked closer, she saw that his canines were sharper than most normal peoples and they were slightly longer as well. But what got her the most…was the steam.

Over the cut the whole thing began to steam as if it were touched with an acid. Soon, she watched as it began to close up above his right eye and soon it began to slowly trail down the rest of the cut, closing it but leaving a gnarly scar in its wake. As it came down to his lips, she watched in amazement as the skin began to simply reform as if it were his body's second nature. When the wound was gone and the scar in place, she saw his eyes begin to flutter open.

As she saw his right eye open, she had to force herself to hold her tears and gasp at what she saw. Apparently no matter what it was that had closed the slash and healed the skin could not fix his eye. While the eyeball itself was fixed with the exception of the diagonal slash mark in it, the pupil was ghostly white and she could no longer see anything indicating blood-flow to his eyes.

Isaac's right eye…was useless…

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Yes…this was without a doubt the longest chapter that I have ever written. It blows the top off of the battle with Tiamat in Horsemen's Glory.

R&R

Elemental Shadow Out!