Looking Through the Mirror
Prologue - Part 1: Blackout
Darkness.
He couldn't see anything. Everything sounded muffled.
Quiet.
Suddenly he could hear the sound of a frightening, yet fearful scream as clear as day, and as quickly as it had came, it vanished.
The sound was immediately replaced with a warm and tingling sensation on his fingers and palms along with the smell of copper, followed by an intense feeling of giddiness and power.
Tugging.
Someone was tugging on his arms. He thought he could hear words spoken with urgency and worry, but he wasn't able to make out their meaning.
The Giddiness remained, but now he felt a hunger, a hunger for more.
More of what? Something wasn't right.
The urgent words grew in volume, now he could understand some of what was said. The voice was pleasant, he liked this voice.
"Wake up!"
Wake up? He was awake, wasn't he?
"That's enough damnit! He's gone now, you can stop!"
The tugging grew more persistent and somewhat irritating.
Stop what? He wasn't doing anything. At least he didn't think so...
"He's not listening, we've got to restrain him before he hurts someone!"
Another voice? He didn't like this voice as much as the had to go.
"What's he doing? Maka, If you were ever going to work your magic, now would be a good time!"
That second voice again. What happened to the first one?
He could feel a sudden rush of excitement as he felt something pierce something else, followed shortly by the warm and tingly feeling on his hands again. The smell of copper thick in the air. He could feel something fall onto his thin frame, grasping at his collar.
"Heh. If I knew you were going to stab me.. I wouldn't have gotten in the way"
The something he could now identify as the first voice went limp and fell to the ground.
Worry.
He felt worried. Something was wrong. This voice, he knew it, he knew her. He grew cold.
Fear.
He could feel fear, he felt fear for the safety of this person.
His vision cleared and he was greeted with a scene of destruction, rubble was everywhere. In front of him lay a blond girl wearing a long black coat, a large wound on her stomach bleeding at a dizzying speed.
Two and two was put together and as if a fog was lifted, he was now very aware of where he was and what had happened. Sound came crashing down on him and screaming could be heard, but he refused to listen. Time seemed to slow down and he could only focus on her.
He felt sick.
He'd hurt her, he'd hurt his best friend, badly and it almost looked like she wouldn't pull through.
His sight went dark again, but this time, as his vision faded, he could feel the urge to fall asleep tugging at his very being.
Before everything went silent though, he could hear one more voice. This voice was different; it was sinister and it felt as if it were coming from his own mind.
"Congratulations Crona. I never knew you had the guts to pull something like that off. This is just the first of many."
No. He couldn't let it get its own way again.
And for the time being Crona knew no more.
Authors Note: I'm still working out the kinks as far as this website is concerned, so I apologise if some formatting is not as it should be. For the time being thoughts and dialogue will be in italics and I'll make sure I'm clear which is which - this is subject to change though...
Hope you enjoyed my very first chapter of my very first fanfic attempt ever!