Prologue
Mwaha… I finally got an evil, evil idea for a Card Captor Sakura fan fiction… Disclaimer: I don't own Card Captor Sakura.
A strange chilling wind blew through the streets of Tomoeda, rustling the summer leaves in the trees and sending a few flying through the night air. It was a time of when all the Clow Cards had been captured, transformed into Sakura Cards and their magic sealed away until their mistress needed their power. There seemed to be no threat in the cheerful city since the Void incident that only few actually knew about. Normal everyday life went on without a hitch.
Before, many students at the elementary school had talked about a ghost in a particular woods area, above a street. Since then, it had been quiet and seemingly undisturbed. Or so they thought. Straying away from the school and the pathway, hung an old rotting swing. Its decaying ropes looking old and worn held the wooden seat as the gust pushed it lightly. No one had ever noticed the old swing before but they would soon. A horrible scene would take place there, only fueling what was to come later on. Slowly, a translucent form started to appear on the swing, torn robes drifting lightly across the grass. The swing creaked as the being pushed its feet from the ground and slowly moved its visible pastel yellow eye to the pathway, seeing a walking couple.
"Did you hear something?" The woman asked, fearfully bringing her fist to her mouth.
"It's just the wind."
The soft musical sound of a bell was carried with the next gust of wind, making the pair more nervous.
"There it is again!" The woman insisted, latching on to the other's arm.
The shadowed being on the swing had a growing smile on its lips before it faded away, leaving the swing to stop on its own. Soon after, a heavy cloud gradually made its way across the face of the full moon and cast chilling shadows across the streets.
"Maybe it was just a cat." The man said, a little nervous himself. "There are a lot of runaways…"
They began to walk along the path again then heard soft crying to their left.
"It… sounds like a child!" The woman said, looking at her husband. "Maybe lost?"
"Why would a child be out at this time of night?" The man checked his watch, reading nine at night.
"Let's go then." The other grabbed the man's arm and started walking towards the soft sound of crying.
The couple carefully made their way past the trees, stepping through small bushes until they arrived at a clearing. The metal guardrails were broken, leaving a large gap at the edge of the block-covered cliff to the paved road and neighborhood below. Near the edge of cliff, a shadowed person was sitting there, torn robes covering almost all of its body and its sleeve-covered hands covering its face. The crying never ceased as the couple approached.
"Are you okay, dear…?" The woman asked, kneeling down to see the person.
With a few sniffles, a sleeve was removed from its face to point at the edge of the cliff, saying nothing as the sobs continued. The husband walked over to see what could have happened while the woman tried to comfort the crying person. As the other got nearer and nearer to the edge of the rock face, the robe-clad being slowly pulled its arm back to its body.
"I don't see anything… Did you lose something?"
Slowly, the grin returned as an arm was sharply brought across the other's body and a long curved blade protruded from inside the sleeves. The tip of the blade sliced through the clothing and skin, leading the curve of the weapon in a bloody path. Black flames lashed out from the weapon and wound, burning its victim as he lost his footing and fell down the Cliffside. The woman screamed and backed away, fearing for her own life as the flames lit up the edge of the grass. Stumbling up, she turned and ran as fast as she could through the woods, crashing through the bushes and pushing branches away from her face. She kept running but her foot got caught in a root and she fell onto the ground, landing in front of the old swing.
A rustle of leaves got her attention as she looked up fearfully in front of her, seeing what seemed to be the same person as before, hanging upside down from the tree branch. The sleeve-covered hands were holding the old ropes lightly while silence draped the area.
"H-How could you!" The woman stuttered, crawling away from the sick-minded attacker. "You murdered my husband!"
The other continued to watch her with both eyes; one a pale sickly yellow colour while the other seemed a deep blood red. Its raven hair was uneven, the woman could tell even though that person was upside down. The heavy cloud above finally drifted away, slowly revealing the scarred complexion of the other before a blood-curdling scream broke the silence, sending birds away in a panic.
Two bodies: one burnt and bloody on the street below and another, sliced in various ways and lying dead by the rope swing. Pleased with its work, the figure looked up through the clearing of tree branches to the full moon with the same twisted grin on its features.
"Soon… We shall have what we have been longing for centuries…" Words as dry as the wind, drifting off into nothing. "Your master shall not protect you this time… We shall get what we want…"
Bringing up the blood-covered blade, a rough tongue slowly dragged across the face of it until a clear line through the blood was made. Satisfied with the metallic taste of the victims' fluid of life, the person vanished during the next breeze. On the wooden plank of the swing, lay droplets of blood from each of the bodies, in the shape of oriental writings, which only few would understand if they knew the native tongue…
'Death' and 'Blood'. It would have much more meaning than the slaughter that took place… More than anyone would think…
Indeed this is after the second movie "The Sealed Card" and if some remember the episode with the Illusion card, that is the very same cliff… Fitting, don't' you think?