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Coal Black
(Serena's P.O.V)
Darkness invaded my vision, a darkness that held a purplish tint from the black light that shined dully on the cold rough ground not to far way from me. Leaning against a black cemented wall while sitting cross-legged and sketching softly on what used to be a blank white sheet of paper. My blue-black eyes didn't complain since I was used to the dark. My stereo blared with music by Korn. The words clear as day to my hearing but slur to others. Shit. A soft, low bang from down stairs echoed through my mind. Throwing my pencil across the room, it cracked in half while crashing to the splinter wooden ground. Dropping the paper I sprinted up and out the room running down the steps. At the bottom I saw my brother Sammy with his tousled light brown hair and warm brown eyes now full of fear crawling on the ground slowly backwards. Backwards, away from the sight I wished not to see. There was my adoptive mom, with flaming red wavy hair and sharp yellow eyes. Like cat's eyes, they see everything no matter if night or day and hear everything at the slightest sound from far away. Looking at my twelve-year old brother in the eye I motion him with my eyes towards the stairs, just in time, for 'the bitch' whipped around. Her yellow eyes blazed with unconcealed emotion of rage, of confusion, of a twisted need. A need I wish not to fulfill. She walks stiffly towards me, getting closer every step. I lean against the cracked wall behind me relaxed on the outside but inside tense, ready for anything. I saw out of the corner of my eye, Sammy now standing cautiously backing up the stairs. His eyes were still filled with the fear I saw before, but I knew it wasn't for him anymore. It was for me.
"What the hell are you still doin' here?" A soft sharp voice that sounded like a whip lashing against my undisturbed thoughts made my full attention snap in her direction. Yellow stung at my eyes. I could feel a tear at my heart but didn't move to show any indication that what she was doing was effecting me in any way. I felt my brother's essence farther away he was gone in his room, safe for now. I'm so glad he didn't have to witness this, for the look this lady was giving me was one I see only in my nightmares, but wait, I don't dream and I only sleep twice a year. Oh well. I roll my eyes at my stupid thoughts and that was a big mistake, for a hand whipped out slashing me across the left eye. It stung, and I felt blood trickle from the inside corner by my nose. I look down at her hand that slapped me. Her long fake plastic blood red nails. I grit my teeth in anger, as the blood drips down my cheek, following the path just like a tear. Blood tears . . . bitter humor . . . this just isn't my day. My fists tighten and I feel my finger tips press firmly against the palm of my hand. I think she noticed that too for I felt a fist crash against my left rib cage and another one at my stomach. Lurching forward I coughed, my lame attempt of breathing air. Damn, I have got to stop trying to lighten up my mood. For that unmistakable tilt of my lip earned me two more punches in the gut and at the ribs. Her rough hand squeezed around my slim neck and pinned me to the wall. She was smirking now, just how a predator would when they caught their prey. She let go with her yellow eyes twinkling. She knew she won. She knew she was in control, and she was going to use it to her advantage later on. That made me want to cringe, but I didn't. Yep, making so many mistakes in the past does me good now. For it's torture if she gets the knife. That sharp silver blade gliding smoothly over your already abused skin feels like a burn you get from the boiling stove and burning it five times over again in the exact same spot. I see her ruby red lips turn into a pout and her eyes lower like an innocent puppy'. But innocent puppy eyes' don't hold that evil gold glint that makes everything around them want to run and hide, vanish, disappear, anything but be in this person/thing's line of vision.
"Now . . . honey." Her silky smooth voice hit my nerves making me want to pound her skull to the ground. "I'm going out tonight." Her voice faltered and I knew there was no way out of this one for her voice turned deadly. If she wasn't my guardian I would've killed her by now and I'm dead serious. "If you don't go to school tomorrow I will personally make sure you regret it even if it makes me put you under house arrest for a month. That damn principal is getting on my nerves, bugging me with is whiny calls." Damn, I'm scared. I smirked as she whipped around swaying her hips, her high heels clicked against the rusted loose floorboards as she left throught the door. When she was out of sight and shut the door I rushed upstairs to the bathroom. Cleaning out the cut, as fast as I could, that went across my left eye so Sammy wouldn't notice it, hopefully. I then rushed to my brother's Sammy room. I slowly open the door and peek in. There he was, spread out hugging his pillow tightly as he slept. His breathing was steady and slow, just how it should be. The only light in his room were the white walls that surrounded him. Shutting the door softly I walk back to my room. Grabbing a black bag I took out a golden blade dagger that had a black handle. Slipping a black hoody over my black tank top, I slip the dagger in my black hiking boot under my black baggy jeans. Jumping out my window onto the roof, then I jumped again onto the hard Earth ground. I could've easily gone through the door but the wind that whips at my face as I jump is such an experience I hate to waste. Maybe someday I'll do it . . . for one last time. Slipping into the darkness I run, towards the park. There on the side of the street is a black car and I jump into it starting the ignition and stomping onto the pedal. Speeding down the highway I swerve to the right dodging cars as I race past them causing my silver hair to blow wildly around me. Horns blast soundly but are totally ignored as I concentrate on the task before me. Reaching my older brother. Skidding to a stop I park the car, lock the doors and run into this huge building that OZ has control over.
Sneaking softly around the corner I enter a room. Surely my brother would get this far on this mission without getting him-self killed or captured. I didn't know how wrong I was, for he never showed after I waited here for five hours. Grabbing the disk I know his mission was to retrieve I walk up to the sliding doors. Typing in the code the doors slide open and slide shut right when I walk out. I hear voices not too far away so I hide squishing myself in a dark space nearby. There were three-OZ soldiers all holding a gun towards a boy who was 16 years old with wild brown hair and dark blue cobalt eyes. How did I know he was sixteen years old, was because he was . . . Heero Yuy, Gundam pilot of Wing Zero. Trained with no emotions by Doctor J. I could kill that bastard doctor but I won't. Heero, I doubt he remembers me. His fifteen year old little sister. The soldiers and Heero were aligned with me. Grabbing my knife from my black boot I was going to throw it at the one farthest soldier from me. But out of the corner of my eye I see another soldier hiding above us on a balcony aiming his gun at my brother for a surprise attack. Throwing the dagger, its golden blade speeds straight diagonally in the air. Sinking deep into the soldier's wrists causing him to drop the gun. Kicking the gun out of the soldier closest to me hand I watch as Heero flips the other one causing the soldier to be knocked out since he hit his head hard on the marble ground. I grab the last soldier still conscious and slam him backwards into a wall. Heero grabs a gun a points it at me. Should've known he wouldn't remember me. I just stare at him blankly and he stares at me coldly. The same look always on his face unless he laughs his insanity off then returns too normal. Not bothering to be reacquainted I knock the gun out of his hand causing it to skid far across the floor. Swiftly moving behind him I jab my elbow into his back. I took off, I ran for I couldn't, wouldn't see that murderous expression on his face . . . no I wouldn't see that killer need that he holds deep inside himself now . . . I wouldn't have if I was a second faster in turning and running. Right before I reach the corner I hear a distinctive click and a loud shot. Turning the corner, I wasn't fast enough, for it nailed me in the side. Slumping against the wall, I see him . . . Heero . . . my brother stared at me aiming the gun again. The pain in my side was agonizing, a key reminder of telling me if I didn't get help I'll die and I feel my wrist, feeling the slow thump . . . slowing down . . . slower . . . slower . . . and . . . slower. The burning wasn't only in my ribs now, my side, it was now in my lungs that shed black fire. I see a flicker in Heero's dark blue eyes and I know he now remembers me, and I cringe. That's not what I wanted. No, I don't want him to remember me right before I die . . . no . . . please . . .
(Heero P.O.V)
No . . . I can't believe I shot my own sister. No . . . The gun in my hand slipped off my sweaty fingers hitting the marble floor hard, causing it to shoot off. I watched in what seemed to be slow motion as the gun bounced back up and fired a bullet . . . that headed straight to my heart.
(Serena P.O.V)
I shot up in my bed, sweat dripping off my forehead soaking me. That couldn't have been a dream, I didn't even go to sleep. No I didn't even go to sleep . . . I look at my side and see it's wet and sticky . . . full of blood . . .
(At Stanco Hospital Author's P.OV)
"We're going to loose him come on!" An experience doctor shouted as he reached for an oxygen mask. "Don't give up." He whispered in the patience's ear. To bad the patient didn't hear him.
(Unknown)
"There safe . . . I thought we'd loose them." A girl in a short black skirt, white leotard, and two black bows stated softly, her long dark green hair swayed slightly in the invisible wind, as her garnet red eye's closed in relief. "That's the last time we can interfere."
"But . . ." Another girl with sandy blonde hair and dark teal-blue eyes interjected fiercely.
"The time gates are to be forever closed, and to never be messed with again. I won't be able to guide or help her anymore. And I won't be able to see her future . . . nor ours."
"I don't care about ours I care about hers!" The other girl stated roughly, but the green hair girl didn't respond . . . the staff with the red orb on top of it that she held; she turned it and threw it in the air causing bright red lights to emit scattering all over. With a final red flash . . . the two vanished.
"Magic shall never interfere with her life . . . again." A silvery whisper echoed alone in the darkness of eternity for no one to here.
(Author P.O.V) At Serena's house.)
"Why the hell does this happen to me!" She muttered frustration building. When she got into the bathroom to check her wound it was gone . . . gone, but the blood was still there on her hoody and tank top was still there. Growling she punched the wall in her room leaving a big dent.
After taking a shower she now wore a pair of dark blue baggy pants and a white T-shirt. Her silver hair was up in a high ponytail, as her bangs covered different parts of her eyes. Slipping on some white gym shoes and grabbing a pair of black sunglasses she left her room, heading downstairs.
"SAMMY! C' MON! WE GOT TO GET TO SCHOOL!" Serena yelled angrily up to the stairs she just left.
"He already left. If I'm not mistaken you're the one who's going to be late." A chilling voice made Serena whip around towards it. Without saying anything back Serena just left, ignoring the strange man who had his hands wrapped around her guardian's waist . . . she didn't want to know. Letting her anger and frustration carry her out of her battered shelter heading with her to school.
(At Stanco Hospital Heero's P.OV)
I slowly opened my eyes and see all white . . . what the hell happened to me? Medical equipment surrounded my vision. Damn it, what's going on. Looking down at myself I notice I'm just wearing boxers and on my chest are two lines of stitches, right over my heart.
Flashes of what happen overtake my mind.
Jumping out of my bed I head towards the closet they had in the room, grabbing a sweatshirt and jeans that somebody must of left from being here I swiftly walk out of the medical room heading straight for the exit.
"Hey, WAIT MISTER YOU CAN'T LEAVE!" A nurse called out to me frantically, but all I did in response was run out into the fresh air. They need better security.