Okay, so for those who don't know this story is the sequal to Code Moon. You've got to read that before you start reading this. So...yeah! On with the story of Code Twilight: Silent Void.
Disclaimer: I do not own Code Lyoko. Only the characters in this chapter, from Code Moon and this story's plot.
Prologue
Become as wings that outshine your sadness, cutting through the white darkness…
17 years ago
The balcony window's curtains billowed lightly in the breeze as the moon's pale light graced the room.
The window connected to a room defined with wealth; its owner diverse in many cultures and times. The dark painted walls were covered in ancient but still intact and beautiful tapestries and paintings.
A coat of armor was placed against the wall securely surrounded on each side by an arrangement of medieval weapons, each one looking more deadly, more lethal then the one before it.
A shelf was lined against the wall, finely crafted ships in bottles and a vast array of philosophy and historical books on top. On a dark oak desk sat several more books, stacks of papers, and a computer that was still on.
The screen showed an e-mail, not yet finished, to be sent to one Waldo Franz Schaeffer. The chair that went with the desk was toppled over haphazardly off to the side. A few feet away drops of blood, already half dried, were found tainted the cream colored carpet. The further away from the chair the more the blood became more frequent and fresh.
A picture taken a few years ago was picked up by a gloved hand. The image showed about fifteen men, each of variant age either wearing a suit or a lab coat. They all seemed to look very proud of some unknown accomplishment.
"This would have turned out so much easier if you had just told me what I wanted, Professor McArnald," a male voice said emotionless. "Some men are just not meant to play the hero."
Lightning flashed, revealing for one second the decrepit form of a gray hair bearded man of about forty. His glasses lay a skewed, dried blood caked around the rim, as slightly fresher blood tricked down his temple, pooling around his head.
"I've got what I came for," the voice said coolly before placing the photo back on the desk. The person walked behind the desk, pressing a button that was hidden beneath the drawer causing alarms to go off throughout the home. Soon the police would come but he would be long gone by then, no evidence on who this man's killer really was would be found. As the security barged into the room, the only thing that was seen before the room was completely devoid of the murderer were a pair of cold, lifeless, dull, red eyes and a flash of lightening…
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The night's cool raindrops splashing onto him was what awakened him from his sleep.
He sat up, before swinging himself from off the roof he sat upon to underneath the tarp that hung above the small alcove that led to a small window, his movements reflecting precision and stealth.
He frowned, smelling something. His hand instantly went to the blade that was held against his hip. The male raised it to his nose, smelling the metallic and salty scent of blood. He shook his head, trying to clear away the haze that filled his mind.
This feeling had been happening a lot lately and it was only due to the fact that he was unable to recharge, thus, leaving him to his only other option; the human option; sleep. It was such a simple concept, yet so strange to him and he couldn't understand why the humans hadn't come up with a new way to recharge themselves that didn't take so long.
His ears picked up the sound of sirens ten blocks away. He jumped from the window, landing silently on the rain drenched ground. He kept to the shadows, making his way through the dark and eerily deserted maze life streets and alleys. The sounds of the sirens became more intense as he heard the squad cars go up and down the streets in pursuit of something.
"The roofs," he decided before jumping up and grabbing the rail of a fire escape before quietly climbing up to the roof. There, the boy stayed silent, listening to his surroundings. Suddenly, his head snapped to his right, catching a waft of something before he sprinted in that direction towards the edge of the roof. He jumped, landing on the next roof with inhuman grace.
He continued his roof top run till he felt something pierce his shoulder. Silently hissing, he ducked behind an air vent waiting for the blinding light and thunderous roar of the police helicopter to past.
"This is the police! Come out with your hands up," a demanding officer yelled through a blow horn over the sound of the chopper's blades.
"As if," the boy snorted to himself before creeping out of the cover the air vent provided, sticking close to the shadows. He was just about to jump to the next roof when he felt another bullet pierce him, this one eliciting more than a hiss.
His hand clasped over his chest as he felt another bullet hit him, tipping him forward over the side of the roof. He managed to catch himself during his fall on the rail of another fire escape. He pulled himself up, lying on the rail, keeping himself conscious just enough to realize that the helicopter had passed.
"Stupid humans," he muttered to himself before he slipped into unconsciousness due to lack of blood.
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When he awakened again it was due to the smell of rain and flowers. He bolted up from his laying position only to bite his lip as pain shot from his gauzed wrapped shoulder to his equally wrapped chest, but he didn't lie down. He was in a place that wasn't familiar with.
A small squeak of surprise was heard from across the room he was in. "A girl," he thought, "a young one." The girl took a deep breath before she shuffled her way towards him. She was just about to raise a hand towards him when he caught her wrist.
"I do not need your assistance, girl," he growled before letting go of her as if she was the plague. The girl humphed, insulted but he ignored her as he swung his legs off the side of the bed he was on.
Pushing himself up to stand, he found that his legs were weak and he nearly fell to the ground if it hadn't been for the pair of arms that wrapped around him. He could hear the girl grunt slightly as she helped him back to his bed. The boy didn't protest as he felt himself placed back on the bed, unconsciousness once again taking over him but not before he uttered a few words. "Grazie…
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His savior's slow breathing seemed to awaken him while still keeping him in a calm state. He tried to once again push himself up from the bed, this time succeeding with only a little dizziness. His ears twitched slightly as he heard the girl shift in her sleep by the bed.
Gently, he picked the girl up, feeling her shiver slightly in his arms, trying to curl herself closer to his warmth. Despite her flowery scent, he could smell dirt, grime, sweat, and a mix of his blood and hers on her.
He shook his head as he placed her on the bed, surprisingly tucking her in before jumping out the window. He leapt from roof top to roof top, careful to stay near the shadows. He stopped landing on the roof of a church, crouching in between two gruesome stone gargoyles.
"You've been gone for two days, Soldier," a female voice said from behind him. "The commander was beginning to worry."
"I can take care of myself," the boy replied.
"Are you sure? Then why did you need the help of that human girl? I'm surprised. You didn't even think about killing her. She could have compromised you."
"She's only a child. I do have some standards," the boy replied.
"Of course," the girl laughed hollowly. "You're to report back to base."
The boy didn't even reply before he jumped of the roof heading towards the so called base.
The girl watched the boy leave, deep in thought. "What are you thinking…Void?"
Short, I know. Lemme alone! I've spent all day working on this and I'm so behind on my homework... Anyway, yes I know. A whole lot of pronoun usage and not alot of character descriptions. There is a reason for that! Don't know when the next chapter will be up. Not only am I behind on homework I'm also behind on my other stories so...yeah. The centered line that was before the story was a lyric from White NightTrue light. It's the opening song for an anime called D.N. Angel. It's awesome! The song and the anime!
Anywho, thanks to all my readers of Code Moon! You all are my muses! Now muses...LET ME SLEEP! (MistFairie93 falls over snoring)
Musa: Ooookkkkaaay then...Well, since the author is practically dead to the world I guess I'll have to do this. Nothing more to say so...PLEASE REVIEW!!!