Love's Betrayal In The Highest
Ishtar: Hey guys! It's me Ishtar! I'm writing a new fic. I did it the day my best friend and I got into a big argument about trust. Anywayz, enjoy! I own nothing. I wish I did own something. O well.
Chapter 1: A Lover's Disbelief
Crystal crashed against the wall and fell into tiny deadly pieces. The screams of agony pierced the night like a jagged blade. The look in her eyes could not be matched by any word he could think of. No comforting words to calm her, no tongue lashed out in heat, only the movements showed her anger, desperate for revenge, desperate for life ending pain.
He wanted to touch her, his devotional lover, the divine being in his life. The feeling was overwhelming, making his hand pulsate for the simple touch of her alabaster skin, now heated with rage, craving. His mouth opened but no sound came. She turned sharply to him, as if knowing that he wanted to speak. Purssian blue met with wild-raging Cerulean, fire burning within each.
"Say nothing." Her heated voice penetrated the silence.
His head shook, his dark-mahogany locks brushing into his eyes boyishly.
"I must say something." He reached for her, willing for her to come to him.
"You turned me in!" Screams once again burst forth torturing his ears.
"It wasn't intentional." Calmly he said this. Eyes scanned carefully as his lover's shoulders shook violently. He reached again.
"Don't touch me! Never touch me again!" She slumped against the wall heavily, wanting to mold into it and disappear completely, vanish from this pain.
"You lied to me! You turned me in to Oz! How could you Heero!"
Finally. His heart leapt at the word. She had said his name, it rolled off her tongue with disdain, with remorse. His insides churned, burned, loved.
"I thought you loved me!"
"I do love you!" Heero shouted. He didn't want to shout at her, the last thing he wanted.
"A lie! You told me a lie! You lied to me." Her voice shrank like a small child in a corner not wanting to be seen.
"Serena." He trailed off, not wanting to enrage her further. She was already at the brink of sanity. He was telling the truth. He hadn't meant it to slip out, it just tumbled from his mouth like a poet's sonnet. He was drug induced, hazy, dumb to the world. He was pumped full of drugs, his immune system so overpowered.
"You must leave." Heero ushered her gently.
"Now you want me to leave! You bastard!" Serena gathered her things, shuffling and cursing Heero for her current misfortunes.
"You have to hurry. Oz is coming after you." Heero opened the door. Serena grabbed her passport, purse and jacket while Heero grabbed the rugged suitcase. Hurrying silently down the hall, Heero and Serena rushed from the apartment building she called home and hailed a cab.
"Where to buddy?"
"Spaceport."
"Goin' on a trip?"
"Stop asking questions, get a move on!" Serena yelled.
"Sorry Ma'am. To the spaceport it is."
"Stop pushing me." Serena grumbled.
"Hurry up." Heero's tone was snippy, pushy yet coaxing.
"Any minute now Oz will storm through the gates and take you to your death." Heero pushed Serena again.
"Stop worrying. Oz won't get me. I'm about to get on a shuttle and I doubt that Oz will destroy a shuttle just to get me." Serena sounded confident of her answer.
"With the info you have, Oz will do anything."
Serena sat on the window sill. She looked at the passing plane with uncertain amazement. Wisps of golden-silver hair framed her heart-shaped face and caressed her flawless face with care. Her black sweater with the neck cut to one side revealed her slender neck. The sun shined bright despite the mood she was in. Her face held no smile but no scowl showed. She was upset, hating every moment of her life but she held steady.
"Shuttle 241 bound for Earth now boarding." Serena looked up. She grabbed her purse and carry-on bag. She looked at Heero, her face soft, passive. She walked to him slowly, intent for the moment to last.
"I," she began, "Will never forget what you have done. Treachery is unacceptable." Serena turned on her heels. She walked, never looked behind her for she knew she would surely cry. No matter how much she hated Heero now, she knew she could look back at all the love between them. Serena turned to look at Heero. She looked. As she turned, she never noticed the man behind her, pouring something into a cloth. He came up and gagged Serena. Serena gasped and inhaled the toxins within.
'Heero. Help!' Serena thought.
"Traitors of Oz deserve to die." The pierce was unbelievable. The pain was blinding, unbearable. How she had wanted to die. But never like this. The knife was all the way through her stomach, spurting her blood like a waterfall. Serena screamed then and the crowd paused to look her way.
'Why won't anyone help me?' The killer pushed Serena against him and plunged the knife again. Full-filling his duty he threw Serena to her knees. Holding her free-bleeding stomach, tears pricked her eyes. She fell to the ground in a bloody heap, her blood serving as her deathly bathing wine. Such pain she felt as her eyes drifted and she became hazy. The last thing Serena saw was Heero fighting his way towards her. She sighed. She felt awful that she had hated Heero because she could always see the love in his eyes, burning with passion for her. Serena reached to Heero as he fought, her eyes unseeing.
They captured Heero, him struggling defeatedly. He watched as Serena raised her hand to him. With her last breath, Serena looked at him and smiled.
Heero shook. His body fell to its knees and shook. Tears flooded his eyes.
"Serena. No. Serena!" Tears fell from his eyes in streams of pain. Serena was gone.
I know it was short but I need more inspiration. No flames, only encouragement allowed. Please review. I think this is the best work I have ever done. Please review!
Ciao! Ishtar*Selenity*Kaiba
Ishtar: Hey guys! It's me Ishtar! I'm writing a new fic. I did it the day my best friend and I got into a big argument about trust. Anywayz, enjoy! I own nothing. I wish I did own something. O well.
Chapter 1: A Lover's Disbelief
Crystal crashed against the wall and fell into tiny deadly pieces. The screams of agony pierced the night like a jagged blade. The look in her eyes could not be matched by any word he could think of. No comforting words to calm her, no tongue lashed out in heat, only the movements showed her anger, desperate for revenge, desperate for life ending pain.
He wanted to touch her, his devotional lover, the divine being in his life. The feeling was overwhelming, making his hand pulsate for the simple touch of her alabaster skin, now heated with rage, craving. His mouth opened but no sound came. She turned sharply to him, as if knowing that he wanted to speak. Purssian blue met with wild-raging Cerulean, fire burning within each.
"Say nothing." Her heated voice penetrated the silence.
His head shook, his dark-mahogany locks brushing into his eyes boyishly.
"I must say something." He reached for her, willing for her to come to him.
"You turned me in!" Screams once again burst forth torturing his ears.
"It wasn't intentional." Calmly he said this. Eyes scanned carefully as his lover's shoulders shook violently. He reached again.
"Don't touch me! Never touch me again!" She slumped against the wall heavily, wanting to mold into it and disappear completely, vanish from this pain.
"You lied to me! You turned me in to Oz! How could you Heero!"
Finally. His heart leapt at the word. She had said his name, it rolled off her tongue with disdain, with remorse. His insides churned, burned, loved.
"I thought you loved me!"
"I do love you!" Heero shouted. He didn't want to shout at her, the last thing he wanted.
"A lie! You told me a lie! You lied to me." Her voice shrank like a small child in a corner not wanting to be seen.
"Serena." He trailed off, not wanting to enrage her further. She was already at the brink of sanity. He was telling the truth. He hadn't meant it to slip out, it just tumbled from his mouth like a poet's sonnet. He was drug induced, hazy, dumb to the world. He was pumped full of drugs, his immune system so overpowered.
"You must leave." Heero ushered her gently.
"Now you want me to leave! You bastard!" Serena gathered her things, shuffling and cursing Heero for her current misfortunes.
"You have to hurry. Oz is coming after you." Heero opened the door. Serena grabbed her passport, purse and jacket while Heero grabbed the rugged suitcase. Hurrying silently down the hall, Heero and Serena rushed from the apartment building she called home and hailed a cab.
"Where to buddy?"
"Spaceport."
"Goin' on a trip?"
"Stop asking questions, get a move on!" Serena yelled.
"Sorry Ma'am. To the spaceport it is."
"Stop pushing me." Serena grumbled.
"Hurry up." Heero's tone was snippy, pushy yet coaxing.
"Any minute now Oz will storm through the gates and take you to your death." Heero pushed Serena again.
"Stop worrying. Oz won't get me. I'm about to get on a shuttle and I doubt that Oz will destroy a shuttle just to get me." Serena sounded confident of her answer.
"With the info you have, Oz will do anything."
Serena sat on the window sill. She looked at the passing plane with uncertain amazement. Wisps of golden-silver hair framed her heart-shaped face and caressed her flawless face with care. Her black sweater with the neck cut to one side revealed her slender neck. The sun shined bright despite the mood she was in. Her face held no smile but no scowl showed. She was upset, hating every moment of her life but she held steady.
"Shuttle 241 bound for Earth now boarding." Serena looked up. She grabbed her purse and carry-on bag. She looked at Heero, her face soft, passive. She walked to him slowly, intent for the moment to last.
"I," she began, "Will never forget what you have done. Treachery is unacceptable." Serena turned on her heels. She walked, never looked behind her for she knew she would surely cry. No matter how much she hated Heero now, she knew she could look back at all the love between them. Serena turned to look at Heero. She looked. As she turned, she never noticed the man behind her, pouring something into a cloth. He came up and gagged Serena. Serena gasped and inhaled the toxins within.
'Heero. Help!' Serena thought.
"Traitors of Oz deserve to die." The pierce was unbelievable. The pain was blinding, unbearable. How she had wanted to die. But never like this. The knife was all the way through her stomach, spurting her blood like a waterfall. Serena screamed then and the crowd paused to look her way.
'Why won't anyone help me?' The killer pushed Serena against him and plunged the knife again. Full-filling his duty he threw Serena to her knees. Holding her free-bleeding stomach, tears pricked her eyes. She fell to the ground in a bloody heap, her blood serving as her deathly bathing wine. Such pain she felt as her eyes drifted and she became hazy. The last thing Serena saw was Heero fighting his way towards her. She sighed. She felt awful that she had hated Heero because she could always see the love in his eyes, burning with passion for her. Serena reached to Heero as he fought, her eyes unseeing.
They captured Heero, him struggling defeatedly. He watched as Serena raised her hand to him. With her last breath, Serena looked at him and smiled.
Heero shook. His body fell to its knees and shook. Tears flooded his eyes.
"Serena. No. Serena!" Tears fell from his eyes in streams of pain. Serena was gone.
I know it was short but I need more inspiration. No flames, only encouragement allowed. Please review. I think this is the best work I have ever done. Please review!
Ciao! Ishtar*Selenity*Kaiba