Ginger
Fadeaway Windwaker
A/N: Back in black. And what better way to reacquaint myself with the fanfiction world than with my first love, Zoids?
Prologue
Silence.
Stillness.
Serenity.
And…interruption.
A lull in the peace.
Sweat-soaked pillow.
Shallow breathing.
A pale blonde tossing and turning.
The nightmare.
Fear.
No
escape.
It was deathly quiet. Shadows stole across the floor, taunting. She lay still, not blinking, barely breathing. She wasn't safe.
He was coming for her.
She was terrified.
Wide crimson eyes looked blankly to a darkened ceiling, vision blurring as she shifted consciousness. The horror seized her mind, blinding rational thought. The footsteps. Soft, deliberate. Shivers slipped down her spine. Crimson vision stole a glance at the foot of the bed. Her heart stopped.
It was happening again.
The figure was defined by darkness, swift and silent. Coming without warning. Shadows characterized him. The eyes were black, emotionless. They conveyed only one thing.
Hatred.
Bitter, acidic hatred.
She could see herself in these eyes, witness her fear. She hated that.
He reflected her terror and embraced it. It was what he wanted. It was why he came.
To taste her fear. To hear her scream.
To watch her die.
She forced her eyes to close as he stepped forward. She couldn't look at him. She couldn't see what she became in his eyes, how his vision obscured her character.
How he transformed her.
Then the hands were on her neck and her eyes were wide, unable to close themselves to death. His grip tightened and she choked, unable to tear the screams from her throat. She writhed in agony, desperately wishing for breath. For someone to hear her silence.
Face still coated in shadow, unaffected. But the eyes, oh those eyes of haunted black, glowed with death. With malice. With satisfaction.
She could not scream. She could not resist. He knew it. And he fed hungrily upon her terror, draining her life as she stared in silent anguish. She choked, and then her hands were on his, frantically trying to pry them from her throat. Fingernails clawed blindly to no avail. And his grip grew tighter still, desperate to evoke more fear.
A strangled moan finally escaped and he panicked, twisting his hands around her neck. The deed had to be completed. Crimson depths began to fade. There was nothing left. Her eyes took a final glance upward…and she saw herself.
In his eyes.
She watched herself die.
And she watched him do it.
He was death.
She had seen death.
And she knew his name.