Chapter One - Falling
She was dancing.
Whirling and twirling out of control.
At least that's how it felt in the beginning.
In reality; she was falling.
Endlessly she fell over the balcony, past the trees, towards the unrelenting pavement of the courtyard below.
The sky she was reaching towards was drifting further and further away, the colors blurring and time stretching. Blues, purples, pinks, greens and reds …just like a dream.
She hit the pavement.
And then the dream shattered into an unconscious reality: her body broken and bleeding.
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Her eyes fluttered open, staring blankly at the achingly bright light above. Her wounds stung; the fall had not been kind. She heard the thud of her head hitting the steps as she was drug by her hair up the staircase. She'd once ran down these steps full of life, now she was being pulled up, the thuds echoing dully in her head, oh so close to death.
"I can't believe you survived that fall, but we'll amend that shortly, won't we dear?" His voice grumbled bitterly, his breathing heavy and ragged.
Her body was leaving a trail of red past her feet, and she admired the way it blended with the black and white diamonds of the carpet. She let her vision blur to black again, and soon she felt the cold tiles beneath her body letting go of the friction that should have come so easily.
She heard running water through the fog in her mind. She heard a moan of pain escape her lips as she was jerked up sharply. It felt as if she'd fallen through the ice, the water bit at her wounds and broken body with a vengeance. Resting on the edge of the tub, her head rolled to the side as shivers ran rampant through her body. She stared blankly into the eyes of her soon to be murderer.
"I know what you did to your clients." He glared at her with rage.
Her strange eyes danced with laughter. You'd call them clients?
"You cost me millions in profits, my lifestyle, my reputation. The price is yours to pay." He seethed and sneered at her, grinning as his hands closed around her throat.
He squeezed her throat until she sure it was cinched tighter than any lady's corset. She couldn't breathe in or out. His hands were crushing her throat; she could feel it.
So this is it. She thought to herself, eyes half lidded as she lay prone, staring through the red tinted water.
Notes:
This is needless to say, a VERY violent chapter. However, it sets the stage for future events. The cast of Tsubasa won't be introduced until the next chapter. The site ate my formatting so I have to tinker with that, hopefully it can be repaired. I was aiming for an effect with the sentences that felt like the lines themselves in the beginning were falling.
Please review. Constructive criticism is welcomed, flames make me giggle and snort uncontrollably.
Disclaimer:
I'm only saying it once: I in no way own Tsubasa Chronicles.
