File Clean up – then I saw this.

I think this was supposed to be part of a very grand story involving all the characters of grandchase, but I guess I must have dropped the idea at some point. I'm not that good yet, but I'm getting to it.

I remembered writing this when Lime's 2nd job came out in our country. I found her skill background pic really adorable for some reason, then I paired her up with my favorite character that time – Zero.

This story has some violence in it, which is probably the reason why I dropped it a few months back. But it also had some really weird sex scene at the end, which is the only reason why I brought this back to life. I smoothen a few rough edges, and viola! I got a 10 Chapter, R rated story that I can trouble with!

LOL! None of that hardcore stuff, though. I can't write that way. This one has all the basic genres of a game fiction: action – drama – romance – fight scenes – comedy.

We're going to be beating up Lime real good here, as much as I love here, and thinks she's shu kyuut!

Multiple chapters in a single update. This story is already done, I'm just taking some time in proofreading the rest. It's 10 chapters long, for crying out loud! (T_T) I must have had a lot of free time back then, so whatever.

Anyway, since this is an M fic in stories with very elusive entries, I don't expect much. If you do happen to read this, I hope you like it, and feel free to share your thoughts about it. Otherwise, if its too weird or disturbing, hope you can bare with it! Lol

Here's HORRIFIC for your reading pleasure


Disclaimer: I don't own Grand Chase

Chapter 1


"Please…"

She begged again with the same pathetic voice.

I have been sitting there for a good 12 minutes listening to her rabble. Grandark had been paying attention, so I bothered not. Unfortunately, her words and the soft tune with which it sliced through my demon ear kept penetrating my brain.

Without even looking, I could smell everything about her – the wounds unclosing underneath those bandages, the venom travelling through her veins, and the sweat from the struggle to keep up the front – the scent of it all smelled of weakness. It made me sick.

She was weak… and getting weaker.

"What of the other chasers?" Grandark asked.

"They are already after the culprit." She said.

"Why Zero, then?"

"His affinity with foliage would help us find the source of the antidote." She wiped another cluster of sweat from her face.

She wobbled a few paces back. I swiftly stood from the grassy floor and caught her before she collided with the ground, completely void of consciousness.

I gently placed her in my arms and began to head for the infirmary. She's light, and skinny, and felt very fragile. Had I not been walking through neutral grounds, I would have opted to crush her. The usual me would have done so. Something this easily broken should be broken.

But the look on her face while she panted and fought to regain consciousness were… different, nothing like I have ever seen – the face of a warrior battling all odds. But that can't be.

This girl has been struck by venom-tipped daggers. She is sick, and not much to live. It would be better for her to surrender herself in the hands of death. Fate is an opponent few can combat, and fewer still have defeated.

She clutched at my chest before I could lay her on the bed.

"I… I have to go…" she tried to get up and be relieved from arms.

"You are terribly sick. The poison is scattering fast in your body." I said, caring not if she was aware of it, but mustering enough mercy to tell her the truth. "Ms. Lime, you are dying, and there's nothing that can save you."

"I know that…" despite the obvious difficulty, she managed to give me a smile. "Which is why I cannot afford to waste time."

"And what exactly would a person in your pathetic state be able to do?" Grandark asked in his usual cold manner of speech.

"More than what lying back and waiting to die will be able to accomplish." She said, unperturbed. Each limping step she made left drops of blood on the floor. She swung her hammer on her shoulder and bid farewell.

The door closed, and I was left to listen to her groaning as she attempted to grace down the stairs. There were a few guards who tried to stop her, but they couldn't – she was stubborn and unreasonable. She met Arme along the way, and they conversed a little, with Arme's voice bearing intense panic, but even her wasn't able to stop Ms. Lime.

"She is strong." Grandark said as we both watched her through the window.

"She is a fool." I said, gazing at the same hands that held that fragile girl.

"Yes, a strong fool… she is strong nonetheless."

"She is fighting death. She will not win."

"And what battle can be more glorious than that which cannot be won."

The sinister nature with which Grandark said that was chilling. His craving for strength and power reflects partly from mine.

"Oh, how I wish I could see her in her dying moments."

I understood this vile admiration Grandark is having of her, but I couldn't understand her resolve. Euthanasia should be her recourse if she was to be practical. She cannot escape her end, but it would seem she is not even trying. I walked towards my room and began placing my armor. I released Grandark from my back and let him gather ethereal energy scattered in the air.

It would take about twenty minutes for him to finish, and it would take her three minutes to cast a teleport spell heading to the forest of life. It would be regrettable if she is to die without a spectator, assuming such death would in fact be glorious.

Regardless, watching her get torn to pieces by the monsters there should be enough of an entertainment. Perhaps she would still be able to give us a show by the time we get there – it has been a while since I saw a live human mutilation. I'm pretty sure Grandark would also enjoy it.

Unfortunately, her journey has forfeited our front row seats by the time we reached the forest. She has already gone deep in the woods, leaving in her wake dead creatures with heads smashed in. Of course, her tracks also left signs of struggle – she cannot put up a fight for long.

"Go south." Grandark hissed.

"But the trail of blood leads to the north." I pointed out.

"That's not her blood. Go south."

True enough, a few meters beneath the darker south I saw another trail of red wildly scattered on the floor, as if it was sprayed there.

"The girl must be in excruciating pain." Grandark said. "Let's find her before it mellows down. I want to behold the suffering on her face."

We didn't have to search long. Her panting could be heard a mile away, and as what I perceived when I dashed up a tree, she was there below, surrounded by several decoys. The bandages wrapped around her bare body was already soaked in red, and judging by the new wounds on her arms she wouldn't be much sport to this herd.

I was about to make myself comfortable on the tree, when I saw the four legged native rushed through the bushes, alarming all the decoys to scatter. It was a surprising entrance, but she was able to leap away in safety, and stun a nearby decoy. Good form, considering her state. I felt a sudden thrill in my chest when she leaped to dodge the fleshy coils piercing her way.

She gasped with each swing of that hammer, and yelped with each constriction of the muscles on her left arm, from which the pain must be searing. She was suffering so much, and there was more to come her way. The mob was endless.

But she was giving quite an entertainment. She is clearly worth the trouble getting here.

Before long, she was able to clear her way through the greater part of the forest, where the monsters just got fiercer. Apparently, it wasn't enough to completely extinguish whatever flicker of fighting spirit she has. She swayed and slammed with consistent accuracy, which I had to admit quite astonishing considering her figure…

"Have you ever sparred with her?" Grandark asked as I landed on another tree.

"No, I haven't. I asked her a couple of times, but she turns me down each time, saying I'm not the kind of person she'd wish to fight."

Her pace is slow, but she covers great distance as she battles, so it was quite a task to keep up with her.

"She underestimates you?"

"She chooses her opponent." I corrected.

"Hmm… she seems capable, yes?"

Indeed, for someone so feeble, to swing such a clumsy weapon with such grace and poise – perhaps capable is an understatement. The gavel is quite a choice for a weapon, though by the standard of the holy knight, it is obviously a statement more than a weapon. Hammers are ancient weapons supposed to reflect both creative and destructive powers – not that it interests me. Power is power after all.

…but watching her pursue this pointless task through the end makes me wonder if she has a different kind of power about her...

Her impending doom is regrettable. It would be a shame to let such power vanish.

After covering several miles all of which were riddled with wild monsters, she finally had enough space to take a breather, and I finally had a reason to stop hopping from tree to tree and stretch my numbing limbs. This isn't enough exercise for me.

"She's putting on a better show than I expected." Grandark said. There was a slight contentment in his tone of voice, which I admit I share- although the arena for this battle isn't so sophisticated, the participants are remarkable. She is remarkable.

I saw her cast a short wave spell of protection to guard herself, then laid the hammer by a tree. It would be indeed logical to rest, to gather what little strength she had left. I was contemplating on the remaining amount of time before the bell tolls for her, when Grandark's so called 'show' turned a little… complicated.

She slowly began to strip.