Everything was hazy, a mass of color blurred together not by sight but by mind. The world around seemed to pulse, come closer before returning only a fraction of a second after. It hurt to look and hear and feel and breathe, but they knew their time had yet to come. Or has it come already? They still aren't sure themselves.
The only thing that seemed to rob them of their sight, if only for a moment, would be the pain. The blinding pain that stilled their hearts and suffocated their lungs and filled their vision with nothing but darkness, before the pain mixed with the pounding, blurry confusion that had filled their sight. The two combined feelings created a dull throbbing that resonated through their bodies and made them wish they had died.
That's all life had become for them by this point- pain and torture. Robbery and numbness and wishes of impending doom that made them wish that they had been given the opportunity to be put out of their misery.
But, no. Their tormentors had outright refused.
You don't deserve to walk this world, but you sure as hell don't deserve to escape it.
Those were their exact words- they could remember them clearly.
They knew these thoughts weren't to be taken lightly. They were aware that the comrades, the nakama, they had once grew fond of and found themselves spending every minute thinking about wouldn't approve. They cared too deeply, their only weakness.
But that's the thing- they no longer cared. At least, that's what the two felt. They were victims- members of the cruel society that had gripped the world they had once knew and loved and destroyed it beyond belief, just one squeeze in the hands of death.
2 years.
They had been gone for 2 years.
Once upon a time during those two years they believed. Believed that they would be saved, that one day they would be freed from their lonely prison a top the world.
The tormentors saw that glimmer of hope in their eyes, heard the snarky and sarcastic undertone behind every word spoken, even those that had been meant to be paid no mind.
At first it was alright- until they sought to rob them of that hope. To cut off all ties with humanity, to make them realizethat nothing would be alright.
And to the dismay of the victims in all this, they had finally realized- it had worked.
No longer did their heart swell at every thought of their previous nakama, those who they had worked so hard to protect. No longer had they laughed simply to laugh whenever they recalled a funny moment. No longer did they grin like an idiot knowing that their comrades came to save them whenever they heard footsteps against the cold pavement of their stone prison. No longer did their eyes glimmer with hope and shine with defiance as they stared into the eyes of their enemy. No longer did their voices withhold their snarky comments, a rebellious twitch of the lips to anger the ones who had trapped them there.
No, they had been broken. The hope they once had had been gone after a year and a half, and no longer did they force themselves to pretend that everything would be alright- that they'd be alright.
Heart swells at the thought of friendship had become grimaces of remembrance as thoughts faded to blurry memory. Laughs to enjoy the irony of the hilarity of the situation they found themselves in had been reduced to screams and wails of pain from countless injuries. The twitching of ears and grins were soon found to be flinches and recoiling in fear as they realized more was yet to come. Glimmering eyes became full orbs that watched the world through a haze, filled with terror and pain and sadness and fear at the world they found themselves in, seen in new perspectives. Voices filled with never-ending attitude were torn to shreds by the screams that ripped from their throats, broken and unused.
They could no longer close their eyes to shield them from sun or to catch a few hours of sleep, or even simply blink, for vivid images, gory and detailed filled their vision if only for a millisecond, robbing them of their mind and those last shreds of sanity.
Whatever was left of the old them was gone, reduced to nothing but memory. Anything left of their personality was immediately robbed of them by the people who had put them in this same position in the first place.
Dark eyes turned, staring out the glass of the window and watching the retreating form of the ruined city. Burning flames scorched the wounded city, nothing left to remain but ashes and dust.
Even from there, confined in the walls of the train, the smell of smoke and ashes wafted into their noses. Onyx eyes closed, fingers clenching in vain attempts to distract himself from the fading memory that had once more returned.
"Beautiful." A voice murmured to his right, and his face became stoic, eyes opening once more as he turned his attention away.
"Burn it all."
A/N: So… this is what I wanted to be the prologue of '2 Years Coming, 2 Years Gone' and I honestly am a bit unsure of this initial chapter, but I think it makes for a pretty damn good beginning. Anyways, if you guys disagree, tell me couldja? Or just review in general? It took me a damn long time to come up with all this….
Disclaimer: I fortunately don't own Fairy Tail because if I did it wouldn't be as amazing as it truly is.
Dedication: I have no one to dedicate this chapter to, so… yeah, sorry, no dedication.
My Requests: That you just simply read and review please!
~Angie the Author