Introduction: A Cry from the Helpless
My first fan fic EVER.. :) Puh-leeease read and REVIEW because i must know things and things and things and... YAH. Hope it's not TOO boring or TOO, well, i'd like it to be intresting so.. XD...
Voices.
A million shrieking valkyries in the darkness, teasing, taunting.
His eyes darted in all directions, seeing imaginary figures in the complete darkness.
He grinded his teeth together, and his nostrils flared as he shook his head side to side dementedly, sweat drops flying through a single beam of light, reflecting a sparkle.
The demented figure paused, his eyes caught by the glitter.
Mesmerizingly, he sat, apparently astonished by the light. The wind swept through the small barred window, caressing his cheek. He closed his eyes, relishing the soothingness of the cold air. A gulp of fresh air relaxed his body, and eased the flow of oxygen to his brain.
No longer delirious, he tugged the heavy chains binding him to the wall.
He blindly nuzzled a chain, his estranged hope of the shackles rusting were fading as the same metallic iron wafted into his nose, and somewhere inside him, sparks of anger set afire and his pupils contracted in an unspoken delirium.
Letting out a roar of helplessness, he fell on his face, embracing the cold stone floor, unexplainable tears making a shining pool upon the ground. He struggled, using his feet to push himself further from the wall; he could see a thin beam of moonlight nearby.
Using all his strength again, ignoring the clanking of the heavy chain and using his chin, he dragged himself into moonlight.
It was an explosion of light, and his pupils quickly retracted, adjusting to the new environment. Glimpsing the moon, his face contorted angrily and his breathing deepened. High-pitched laughter danced in his head, echoing into monstrous guffaws.
The moon was laughing at him.
He screamed furiously, baring his teeth at the moon. His delusions began to worsen, as he began to thrash around, madness reflected in his magnificent eyes, an eerie shade of jade.
He threw the moon the worst curses he could think of, almost screaming until his throat became hoarse.
Rolling onto his side so that the moon wouldn't illuminate his face,
Gaara gave one more cry, no longer harsh and angry, but pitiful.
poke poke? XD how WAS IT??? Was it okay? Fine? Bad? I doubt anybody will read this story tho. But anyways if you do, i'll give you a hug. :) Channahcrux