Hey guys, so ya a new story, what to do, I like making, myself busy. This is my seventh story, yay me! Ok, got to stop acting silly, so after you read this, remember that you can't kill me, no matter how much you would want to, hehe. Just read and discover why I would be on the most wanted list.
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Between past and future
Chapter one: Dan switching sides
A thud was heard, as her body fell on the ground. The sound of a metal hitting the ground echoed in this little ally. He rushed to where her body lied on the cold floor, the rain dripping from the messy strands of his brown hair.
He gently picked her up and placed her in his arms as they both sat there. He looked at her face; it was pale, paler than it will usually be, if that was even possible. Her hands felt cold as he touched it, tears rolled down his face, becoming one with the rain drops.
He looked at her face and caressed it with his hand. Guilt was eating him. How he could allow something like this to happen, and especially to the one he loved? How he lost his mind for those countless seconds and let this be her fate? How? He didn't know.
She tightened her grip on his hand making him open his eyes once again. Her blue green eyes, which normally would be full of life and energy, lost their colour as life was leaving them. His tears fell down on her shirt, which is now red instead of white, after the blood had stained it with the deepest shade of red. They were now sitting in a pool of her own blood as it kept coming from the wound near her heart.
She looked at him and smiled. He could not know how could she smile now, or how could she look in his face after what he had done, but nonetheless, she did. He said that he was sorry, but she shook her head in a way trying to tell him not to be, for it wasn't his fault. But he knew better, he knew that it was his.
People started gathering around the couple; some gasped and others cried at the realization of the person ling on the ground. The young man took no notice of their presence. He was in his own world, where only he and his love existed. He wished they had visited this world of dreams in better circumstances, but sadly, they didn't. They were here to spend those final moments together, the last moments they'll be with one another.
His tears turned into sobs, his sobs and the rain played a melody together, a sad one to be exact. One that made the atmosphere even gloomier. But, the smile never left her face. Her smile, so weak, yet it lighted up a small part of his heart, like it always does. He knew it wouldn't last for ever; therefore, he must let it work its magic while it can.
He felt her body get heavier and her hands were getting colder by every passing second. He knew it was time for her to go, but he didn't want to. He knows that his wishes don't count, but if they were; he would have wished that it was him on the floor, drenching in his blood. They held hands, tightly. The fear of loosing her was already in his heart, but it was growing bigger. With one last breath; she closed her eyes and her body lied lifelessly in his hands. A loud scream disturbed the quietness of the night. He picked her up, the two rings on their left hand shining under the moon light.
People looked at him weirdly as he passed them. They were whispering stuff among themselves. He only guessed what they were thinking about. They thought he was her murderer; but to tell the truth, he was, in a way or another.
He reached the city limits and found himself in a field. A place they liked to visit and he saw it was fair for her soul to stay there. The thought gave him shivers. He placed her on the ground and started digging a few feet away from her. His tears fell down again and disappeared when they reached the soil, like it was feeding on his sorrow, enjoying his torture and asking for more.
The soil's tiny parts were getting under his nail. He was digging her grave with his own bare hands. He wished for this day not to come. It looked like he wished for many things to happen, but they didn't and they won't. For you can't get back in time, no matter how much you wanted.
The hole got bigger and bigger. He stopped digging after a while, he did not even care to clean his hands, which turned red and had cuts in them because of what he did. He picked her up once again; his expression was blank. He put her delicate body in the hole he made and started covering it with sand, until it was not apparent any more. He grabbed a rock and placed it near her grave, for he wanted to know where it was so his own can be next to her. He must go after her, but not now. There were issues to take care of.
He got back to the base where they lived with their friends. He saw them gathered at the front gate as if waiting for his return. They were. Each one of them had tears in his eyes, like they knew what he wanted to say. They did.
Instead of being the supportive friends they were, they did nothing to comfort him. Accusations took place and he could not believe his ears. The four people that he spent his entire life with turned their backs to him. No love. No friends. And it was his entire fault. He had no other choice but to grab the ball in his pocket and throw it in the air. They tried to stop him, but he was already flying on the huge red dragon.
The group of five sat around the table present in the lab, each taking a seat, but two were empty, with the colours of red and yellow. The young man with black hair clicked the remote control, showing them a video.
The video showed their former friend standing on his dragon. Standing on top of it, folding his hands in front of his chest, not affected in the very least by the fear of falling. His dragon was blasting his fire; he was destroying everything in his way. Getting closer and closer to the base they stayed in. People were screaming and lives were lost, but he wasn't caring and he showed no mercy.
Another click and the screen went blank.
"You know that we can't let this keep happening," The black haired man said, seriousness in his voice.
"Yes, we do," Another man stated. He was wearing a mask on his face and his outfit was red in colour. He turned to look at the lady in orange hair.
"How I is our plan going, Alice?" he asked.
"The time center is ready; it can take five people now. But it's not fully operated yet. I need some time till it could go through time," she stated and stood up.
"I'll now go and complete my calculations," she said and put on her lab coat and left with tons of paper in her hands.
The rest stood up as well, wanting to leave the room. That is when the man in red came closer to Shun and whispered those words in his ear: "You know what to do,"
Shun nodded and grabbed the blond's hand and dragged him along with him, the silver haired girl followed worriedly and so did their 'leader' with the mask.
The group reached a room, where a machine lies. It was big enough for five or six people to fit in; it looked like the telephone booths one can find in the street. The doors were opened and Shun got in it and placed a black helmet he found inside it on his head, he muttered a date for Marucho to enter in the computer.
"Are you sure about this?" he asked while putting the date 7/2/2011 in the computer next to the machine. The date is from ten years ago.
"No," came Shun's simple answer. At that moment Julie and Spectra walked in the room, Spectra smirked.
"What are you doing? Alice said it was not ready!" She yelled at the masked man in front of her.
"Then for his own good, hope it is," he said coldly.
She turned to try and stop Shun, but it was too late. She only saw the doors closing themselves.
'No Shun, don't kill him! Not him too,' she thought as the booth like machine disappeared.
Harsh and confusing. What to say I write like this.
Runo: You killed me!
Me: I didn't kill you, someone else in the story did.
Runo: like it matters! I'm going to shot you myself.
Me: I guess the readers will do that for you -_-' but I promise I'll try to end it happily, though I still don't know how *sigh* Anyway R&R please and tell me what you think will happen.