Nobody move! *holds up banana* This is a robbery.
Well, I think I've finally gotten through my writer's block! (Thank you Azimuth…) Anyway, this is me trying to get back into the swing of things by writing a songfic! YAY! But wait, there's more…! …Not really… I just felt let typing that sentence… Never have before… Feels good… Anyhow…
This is based off Missing by Evanescence. If I spelled that right, then fantastic, if not, I'm not surprised.
Missing~
Chase lay in his bed, staring up at the intricately carved marble ceiling, just staring. He had been this way for hours. Never knowing why, he just lay, feeling as though something was missing. Every time he found himself in this same spot, he would whisper please over and over again- the word constantly coming into his head. He didn't understand; how had this become his normal routine? Begging the ceiling to give him some sort of answer. Some sort of closure. But for what? If Wuya were still around, he would have asked her. But she had died long ago. Not truly being immortal as he was, and not being willing to become as he was, Wuya had succumbed to the most mortal fate of all- death by old age. Still, with her magic, she most likely could have found a way to save herself, but she had become human. Perhaps it was best he not even think to ask her help.
The ceiling loomed over his head of raven black hair, taunting him with its silence. Once again he found that word leaving his lips, floating off his tongue as it had hundreds of other times. "Please." Please what? What was it he was begging for? Someone to talk to? No, Chase was not lonely- he had convinced himself of that, as he turned down any and all company. Still, he could not hide the lingering feeling in the pit of his stomach that he had lost something dear to him. Something that made him feel complete. Something was missing.
The circular ceiling reminded the immortal prince of darkness of the young Omi, the chosen one. How long ago it seemed now that he had once tried to take over the world with that boy by his side. Chase remembered that boy, and his spirit. He remembered his friends too, the former Xiaolin monks. He could see their faces in the marble above him. Omi's big round head smiled with a knowledge beyond its years, the Dragon of Wind, Raimundo, formed beside him and he smiled coyly at the dark prince. The female member of the group, Kimiko, soon entered the image. Her smile hid her fiery attitude. And lastly came the lumbering cowboy, Clay. He always had a tired smile. Chase smirked to himself as he watched their faces fade away.
Whatever happened to those days? When he saw the monks every single day. When he was always in the midst of a battle. When his life was full of excitement. He had not seen any of them in what felt like centuries. Did they think of him as he would occasionally think of them? Did they remember his face? Suddenly, a feeling Chase resented more than anything boiled into his gut. Pity. Self-pity- the dark prince felt sad for himself. He was alone. They had forgotten him. Slowly the word made sense.
"Please," he breathed, "Isn't someone missing me?"