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Ummm…yeah; this has been bouncing around in the back of my notebook for a while. It's not remarkably good, but I had it so I decided to put it up as my first foray into Slayers fandom.
Please let me know if you like it.
Summary: Pain comes in many forms and can be dealt with in many ways. The young chimera, after a terrible betrayal, wrestles with his own inner torment while striving to survive in a suddenly hostile world.
A Chimera's Reaction:
Chapter 1: Flee
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Running…
Running…
Can't stop.
Fleeing was a familiar feeling, one he had grown to know and even expect since the curse was placed. That was when he'd begun to run, when soft dusky hair and pale creamy skin morphed into sharp lavender wire and rough pebbled stone. His unappreciated humanity lost, Zelgadis had first fled in fear and misunderstanding, to his hometown. It was only when he found his father, a warrior, that he truly understood. When the sword of his own sire struck his unyielding flesh, and broke, he knew he was a monster.
That was the second time he fled, darting and dodging to escape the strikes of the townspeople, their torches and pitchforks. He did not then know his new shell could not be destroyed. Down the main street he ran, past the houses of his childhood. Men and women alike, some of whom he knew, ducked inside and screamed to warn others of the 'monster'.
Not a single one noticed salt tears dripping from the demonic eyes, just as none heard his heart tearing under the weight of hatred.
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He ran for hours that first time, more to escape the inner pain then his pursuers. Demonic speed served him well; the human men had fallen far behind less then ten miles outside town.
Well into the night, he finally stopped, collapsing in a panting heap next to a still pond. Almost instantly, sleep claimed him roughly, haunting with nightmare visions. He experienced the pain of a forced chimerical transformation again and again, followed each time by the disgusted look on his father's face as the 'monster' came crashing through his door.
Monster. He did not open his eyes the next morning. He never really liked me, but he called me a monster. What did Gran…? No. What did REZO do to me? I feel cold…like my skin has changed. Come to think of it, my hair feels funny too, almost bent. But how does hair bend? And my reflexes are better. I feel…strong, both physically and magically. This was what he meant by granting me power. But what did he take away in the process? What the hell happened?
Slowly, Zel's eyes opened and the young man reluctantly raised one altered hand, he could feel something different, to eye level and examined it with horror. His flesh was no long pale and soft, it was darkly colored and hard as rock; with shards of some stiffer substance...granite maybe…set in at irregular intervals, short dark claws tipping long digits where fingernails should have been, trembling now through horror and fear.
"My God…Dammit Rezo, what did you do to me!"
He lunged to the pond, almost submerging himself in the water in his haste to find a full reflection. The liquid did not provide a distinct picture, but what he could see confirmed his worst fears. Demonic slitted eyes stared back from above fang-like eyeteeth visible only when his mouth opened. His skin had been turned blue, like slate, and inset with pebbles on the eye ridges, where eyebrows used to be, and around the edges of his face.
Sharply tipped ears, like those of an elf, protruded from the lavender 'hair' that completed the picture, framing the golem's face with a mass of fine wire. If the filaments had been used in metal working, they would've been priceless and beautiful. As it was, they were just another detriment to the former-human's appearance. The rest of his body was much like his face and hand; blue rock skin inlaid with pebble-like shards.
Weak kneed, Zelgadis collapsed, staring with disgust and horror at the monster in the water. No wonder his hometown had chased him away.
"Wh-what did he do to me? What AM I?"
Quietly, all alone on a stream bank miles from any civilization, the newly made young chimera curled up and cried.
TBC?
Review!
I have no idea what to do with this story. In fact, I might not even finish it. What do you think? Shounen-ai or not? AU or not? Should he go back to Rezo (making it a prequel story) or should it descend into a different realm completely? Should I even have other Slayers characters in it?
And yes, I know this chapter is very short, but I'm not sure of the reaction I'll receive and currently don't have much time to type up what I have.
So basically, this is a sample of what could possibly be to come.
So lemme know what you think; I'll try to PM and get back to you. Even give a free preview of the next chapter.
XD