(enters very cautiously using Chazz as a sheild)
Hehehe... Hi guys!
(ducks as a missle is fired over my head)
Hey! Save those for Nick buddy!!
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Uh-oh! I'm outta here!
(runs, leaving a tissue box behind)
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Prologue
(Jesse POV)
My feet pounded mercilessly against the pavement, trying to take out all of my stress on the never withering concrete, but with no luck. Unlike me, it was tough both inside and out, and the shards of sorrow that were piercing into my being could not be passed on through its first layer. All I had accomplished was giving myself physical pain from the other type of soul my body had—the bottom of my feet. My hands twitched slightly in my pockets as to go and rub them, but I kept them where they were, in no mood to try and ease any kind of pain anymore. I had already tried that too many times in too many days without effect to have faith in some kind of tourniquet anymore.
So, I strolled painfully through the city, ignoring the stars above me and facing the tough concrete below me. I had refused to look at the night sky for days now, because I knew that you were among those stars now, and it pained me more than Alexis' own fragile state, the only thing that was left of you. We couldn't even retrieve your duel disk or sword, not with the Overlord's army running ramped through the area. I think that blow stung almost as badly as your absence in all of our lives, the fact that we had nothing concrete—weird how that stone keeps coming back to my mind—to prove you ever really existed; only memories that were now too painful to speak about. I couldn't even help the people that you had left behind; I could find no comforting words to give them, to give to her, that you were in a better place, that we could still bring peace, that Alexis would recover soon...
The facts weren't pointing towards any of these things, but I'll desperately cling onto any small shards of hope and faith I have left, wishing on the unseen stars. I hoped that you were in a better place, but you couldn't be without your Angel. You couldn't be happy separated from her, and without the two of you there would be no one who would end this war, and without you Alexis had no reason to want to recover.
No, there was nothing any person could say to lighten us up other than that you weren't really dead, but you are. I know it, the world seems to have lost your glow to it, and everything has been torn to pieces, and I've even grown envious of a rock. I know that our Guardian is dead, and that the Angel will soon follow, as it should be.
But I wished that it didn't have to be.
Even my normally bright attitude that was so similar to yours couldn't pierce the thick layer of misery that had fallen upon us all, smothering the joy from our beings like a thick blanket in the twisted hands of fate. Perhaps it was those same hands that made you do what you did to save us—but to ultimately doom us in the end as well. Did you know that we needed more time to say things or do things that would have some kind of impact on the fate of the planets? Or were you just delaying the inevitable to give us some kind of hope, or some sense of closure?
My wanderings soon brought me to the drop-off, the point where the whirlpool sometimes appeared, and I saw that someone else was out there with me, but they were boldly staring up at the stars and constellation with no thoughts of you. I found myself glaring at their freedom from the burden of knowledge before I returned to my senses just as they turned their attention back to the swirling waters below. Ashamed, I was about to turn around and walk away, also not in the mood for company, not even hers, but something caught my eye. The person's foot was on the railing.
I turned back around slowly, double-checking to see if my somber thoughts had made me see things, but no, it was true. This person's foot was right on the railing and they were lifting themselves up. I froze, unsure of what to do. Maybe I was over-reacting. People leaned over the railing all of the time to get a better look at the whirlpool. Yeah, that's it; they're just probably trying to see it in the night, hoping to get a last glimpse before they leave town or something.
My head told me something was very wrong with that logic, but I couldn't put my finger on what it was as I watched this person lean closer and closer, bending so they stepped over the metal railing and stood just on the edge. As they leaned, the silver moonlight reflected off their long hair and their slender—too slender—body came into definition. A woman.
Then I knew what was wrong. The whirlpool wasn't due until next week.
She leaned over the edge, and I raced towards her, my arm outstretched, wanting to stop her, whoever she was. The sound of soles against concrete faded and was replaced with the easily breakable and delicate blades of grass, the softer earth slowing my momentum slightly. Her feet were just parting with the fraying blades as I made a grab and came away with a few light strands of hair, unable to see their color in the dark night. I leaned over the railing, still reaching for the woman, and she turned back, opening her arms towards me, her eyes serene.
"Come with me," she mouthed, opening her arms wider. Suddenly the world seemed to be tipping and I felt myself slowly start to move. I couldn't move any part of my body, fear rooting me firmly to the spot. The railing shook in my hands as my weight seemed to overpower the soft earth and strong metal bonds, and it kept leaning closer and closer to the long drop. I knew by some deep human instinct that it wasn't high enough to kill me, but that same instinct told me that I wouldn't make it out of this alive. "Come with me, Jesse. Save me."
She hit the water first, sending the splash up towards me, carried by the wind that was trying to push my body back and defy gravity. Something changed the second the woman hit the water, and I felt myself go rigid before I myself crashed into the surf, only recognizing a flash of silver and pink where the woman's legs should have been. The freezing temperatures and the impact knocked my breath clean out of my lungs, and I floated there briefly, dazed.
"Only you can save me..."
I felt her hands lace on my shoulders and looked up, alarmed, into her red eyes, kicking in every direction now to try and resurface for air. Her hold tightened, and I felt my body slowing, my lungs screaming for oxygen and my muscles starved of their power. Slowly, I felt spasms shack up and down my form, staring blankly at the light of the moon above me, the world where she was waiting for me to come back, where she was already so broken...
I'm so sorry Melody...
ALRIGHT, NOW YOU ALL ARE GOING TO BE MAD, CUZ I'M GOING TO UPDATE ALL OF MY OTHER STORIES BEFORE I UPDATE THIS CLIFF-HANGER AGAIN!
SORRY AND PLEASE REVIEW! LET'S SEE IF WE CAN GET PAST THE 254 REVIEWS OF THE RISING!
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