Flurry of Flames Second Chance: Prologue
In a haze of utter darkness his mind found a certain clarity that he never felt before. Feelings flooded into his mind one by one and he felt as if he were spiraling through a never ending torrent of warmth and cold. His eyelids stung as wetness began to trail down his face, but he refused to open his eyes and face the darkness he knew would consume him. His being had been depleted of energy; of course he was going to fade. Just like all the others. Yet, he just couldn't end up like them.
Was this what it felt like to cry? Why was he crying? The abundance of liquid behind his eyelids almost hurt as they pushed against their small barrier, trying to force their way down his cheek. He would not let his eyes open to see nothing but darkness. He felt weightless in his resolve, and distantly remembered the words of his best friend's counterpart, the final alley of his life. As the kind words drifted from his mind everything suddenly closed in on him. His head felt as if it were under the weight of a thousand burdens of different intents, and manipulations. He could feel everything that his nobody life had been through, but it was obscure and different than anything he remembered feeling before. Perhaps it was because it all hit him at once.
After time passed he almost felt immune to this pain in his head and merely felt him self floating again, watching the thoughts and memories run through his mind in a flurry of different colors. He became accustomed to the feelings, the pain and the minimal happy times he almost relived. Yet the feelings became sharper and more painful in different instances until he felt his forehead wrinkle with the weight of it. The agony almost became a living thing, snarling at him when he would not submit. But, after a while, it hissed and slipped back to where it came from. Still he floated, his mind not focused on anything but keeping his eyes closed from the darkness.
All at once the pain smashed him in the back of the head, stinging the back of his eyes and rolling them into his skull to try and cease the torture. Without realizing it his eyelids opened, tears bursting forth almost as if they were shot from his eyes as his back snapped into an arch. He thought he screamed, but the pain howled louder than he could match with his lungs. He became tired and soon the pain ceased, leaving his eyes open to stare at the nothingness of the darkness in front, behind, and all around him. Had his life really been that painful? He never noticed.
A relieving sense of tenderness suddenly wrapped around him as a sliver of light made itself known in the darkness. It curled itself into the wisps of darkness he hadn't realized were there before, thinking that it was just one big mass. The two elements almost seemed to play with each other, and he found himself wondering if this was really supposed to happen when he 'faded'. His eyes gazed upon the scene with a new found wonder, and, without knowing why, he gave a weak smile until his head dropped back and he passed out.
((A/N: Thank you for reading the prologue to my story about Axel's second chance. I know this first entry may have been a bit confusing, but I promise that future parts will be a little easier to read. I have quite a few done already because I started writing this a long time ago. I've been iffy about posting this because it integrates an original character of mine. I've never trusted original characters in the past because they often turn into Mary Sue's, but for some reason I just really wanted to do a fan fiction like this for Axel. I love him so much and it bugged the hell out of me that he died. Anyway, I was never going to post this for said reasons, but I've decided that if I get good reviews from people I will continue. Every day I will add a new part until I get up to where I have stopped and if people want me to continue I will. Also, I promise this is the longest Author's Note you will see. Thanks again for reading! Please Review!))