Clairvoyance
Chapter 1: Meeting Claire
Koomahana
Disclaimer: Claymore is not mine, this was just for some fun
Thoughts
Paragraphs are memories
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She didn't know why her dreams where plagued with blood and screams, she didn't know why she knew the difference between Yoma and humans, she didn't know why she looked at someone and saw their death instead. Her parents said she was blessed by one of the twin goddess, her brother said she was special, the Yoma who possessed her brother said she was a useful freak. The villagers were scared if her, strangers sought her thoughts on their deaths, and the man in black hated her. Her family traveled together to keep her safe from the strangers who seemed to be swarming into their village, nearly a year later and her brother became possessed and he killed their parents. They traveled together for a few more years, to the point that she couldn't remember what their parents looked like, then she had been saved by that silver eyed woman named Teresa. After her death, she had taken her head to the man she knew worked with the organization that sent the one-horned woman after Teresa. They put her flesh into her and her strange sixth sense seemed to have grown as a result, turning her impressions and feeling into waking dreams that blinded her from her current reality. It wasn't long before the organization gave her a name, something they usually reserved for warriors—strong warriors.
'Clairvoyance' that was the name they gave her; a bad pun on her name if someone bothered to ask her about it. Those she met either assumed she was right or they tried to prove her wrong. Even Teresa, the person she loved most, said her sixth sense was uncanny. The higher ups in the organization often asked her strange questions, as if she knew the answers to everything. As a result, she often found herself hiding behind her given caretaker; four-eyes. There were a few times where he covered her ears to prevent her from hearing the question, as if he knew the question couldn't be answered. The others in her class year steered clear of her, as if trying to tell her that she didn't belong. One in particular hated her for no excusable reason, she just swung a sword at her one day. She dodged of course, no reason why she shouldn't, but the other, older, girl merely swung again. This time she didn't move at, she just stood there, watching the girl with a calm that only a porcelain doll could achieve. The practice sword never touched her, another trainee blocked the strike, standing protectively in front of her like a seasoned warrior.
"Out of the way brat!" The girl hissed, silver eyes glowing like liquid pools, "I wanna show she's no more clairvoyant then I am!"
"You will not succeed," she replied before her ally could
"What was that brat?" The girl hissed, glaring past her opponent at her younger counterpart
"You will not succeed," she repeated dully
"Oh yeah?! Says who?!" The girl asked defiantly
"Says me," a familiar voice drawled, the two older girls separated with a gasp, eyes wide. "Now, now, girls. You three should know better by now." The first girl growled and started to walk away, swinging her practice-sword onto her shoulder while she was at it. "Come now Claire," her guardian smiled down at her in his strange way, "Time to meet the girl you asked about." She nodded and turned to walk away, as if she wasn't surprised by the news.
"Wait!" She stopped almost before her once-ally spoke, again as if she expected the older girl to speak up. She turned back to the girl, staring dully at the confused look on the older girl's face. "Are you really clairvoyant?" Something flashed in that strange little girl's eyes, almost too fast to see, "or is it some kind of trick? Did you know I was going to interfere or did you just guess?" It almost sounded as if she was trying to make up for the blunt, rude, and almost spiteful sounding question, like it was her own way of apologizing for her harder then should be voice.
"I don't know," Claire answered honestly, "how do you explain what you've always known, Phantom Maria?" The girl gasped, her eyes widening; Claire turned away and started to walk away, but again Maria called out.
"Why did you call me that?" Maria asked, Clair didn't stop as she answered bluntly
"Isn't that your name?"
Maria watched the girl walk way with surprised eyes, her lips parted as Claire disappeared from the room, electing an instant change in the children left behind. The others around her were suddenly whispering, almost in excitement, but Maria could detect an almost fearful tone to the dozens of girl's voices surrounding her. It was the way the younger girl turned back to look back at the room again, that Maria realize what it was that flashed in Clair's eyes. It was disappointment, as if she had expected something different from Maria but was disappointed instead.
"What are you starring at Maria?" She looked at her right too see her best friend Hilda standing there with a soft, almost sad, smile. "Aren't you going to start practicing?"
"Practicing what?" Maria asked dumbly, blinking in bewilderment at her friend.
"Your awesome new technique of course," Hilda smiled, "Claire only gives names to those she thinks will make it to the single digests."
"I still say that its a load if bull!" Another girl snapped coldly, Maria quickly noticed that it was the same girl who attacked Claire just moments ago.
"Be quiet Eliza," another girl sighed beside her, "you're just mad because she said you'd never pass the graduation test." Maria watched in fascination how that hot headed girl instantly got in a loud verbal argument with her comrade. She had heard rumors about a trainee who was a little odd, especially since she was apparently less then half Yoma because she had asked for the flesh of a dead warrior to be put in her instead of a real Yoma. She was strange, no one liked her and the higher ups seemed to treat her differently then everyone else.
"I know that look," Hilda sighed with an amused smirk, "don't even bother trying to get close to her, Maria. You won't like the results."
"What do you mean?" Maria asked
"I mean, every time one of us tries to get close to her, something weird happens." Hilda explained with a heavy sigh, "a warrior tried to be her friend once, and Claire just stared at her for a moment. Then suddenly blood started to pool out of her nose, her eyes turned this weird color, and she just blurted out that the warrior was going to die in three days' time—by the blade of her most trusted friend."
"No way," Maria whispered, eyes wide in surprise
"Its true," Hilda replied, "and you know what? Exactly three days latter, Claire's prediction came true. Her best friend had awaken and the two killed each other in battle." Hilda continued talking about a few other stories she knew of, which soon drew in others to talk about what they knew, and suddenly it was as if everyone was eagerly gossiping about the strange girl, their practice forgotten. It didn't take Maria long to notice the pattern to Claire's strange 'ability'. It was simple, she saw your death, every last detail of it. Suddenly, Maria wasn't so envious of the girl who could make predictions of the future. She didn't want to know what it was like to look at someone and see nothing but their death. It must've been lonely, being able to only see someone's death and being hated for it. Maria didn't realize that Claire never said how she was going to die, she had only given her a name.
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She panted heavily, her practice sword stuck deeply into the bark of a thick tree, preventing her from taking it back out. She hated Yoma but she hated that one-horned monster even more. She was going to stop at nothing to kill her, she would kill any and all awakened beings, she would erase them from the face of the earth! The memory of her brother flashed in her mind, the way he smiled at her just seconds before the monster removed his head, killing him quickly. She snarled and ripped her sword out of the tree, she yanked it out so fast and hard that it flew out of her hands and buried itself into the rock wall behind her. Snarling she marched over and tried to pull it back out, she tried a few times before she planted her feet on the rock wall and pulled with everything she was worth—it didn't budge. She snarled again, frustration eating away at her heart; she grabbed the handle and started to wiggle the blade back and forth until she thought she could pull it out. She grabbed the handle and yanked, her eyes flashed bright yellow and, with a power she didn't mean to release, the blade flew out of the rock; only to go flying through the air again and lodge itself a hundred feet up a tall old tree. she growled lowly from where she laid on the ground, panting heavily as she stared up at the blade stuck in the tree, her gray eyes looking like pools of molten silver.
"My, that was quite reckless," she looked towards the amused voice, her face falling blank as she stared at the man with black glasses. Beside the tall man was a small girl with dull jade green eyes, staring at her as if she's never seen another girl before, almost like she was both an ally and an enemy. "You should be more careful with your sword girl, they're not made for being thrown around like a boomerang."
"What's that?" she asked as she pushed herself up, "I never heard of that before, what is it?" the man stilled for a moment, seemingly staring at her in disbelief, before sighing in acceptance, his shoulders slumping with the action. The man placed a hand on the young girl's back, gently pushing her forward so her attention was on the girl and not him.
"This is—"
"Suppress it," the girl interrupted rudely, she stared at the girl with a raised eyebrow, "Suppress your Yoma energy. Don't stop suppressing it. Suppress it until it's so faint you can barely feel it anymore, or better yet, can't feel it at all. If you do, surely you will make it past number four."
"Excuse me?" she hissed, snarling at the tiny twig of a girl, "Are you giving me an order brat?"
"This is Clairvoyance," the man sighed, "if she tells you something then she means that it'll come true. Please heed her word."
"Like hell I will!" She snapped pulling herself onto her feet, "I'll do what I want when I want! If I want to use my yoma energy then I will! And there's nothing you can do to stop me!"
"Then you'll die as number four, without ever accomplishing your dream of destroying that one horned monster," the girl replied calmly, as if it was fact. "Suppress your Yoma energy, don't stop suppressing it, maybe then you'll live long enough to fight her one last time."
"Go to hell you little freak!" she snapped, "I won't take orders from a halfwit who can't even hold a sword!"
"Then I will kill Pricilla," the girl replied calmly, as if she expected that response, "the awakened one with one horn."
"The hell you will!" she screamed, "That one is mine to kill!"
"You will not live long enough to see her a second time," the girl replied calmly as she turned one her heal and started to walk away, "you will die as number four."
"I'll die killing that thing!" she screamed shrilly
"You will die by my hand," The girl replied calmly, almost coldly, "As per your request. A sister made in hatred and despair; as you have asked before and you will ask again, when you awaken I will end your life." She was too speechless to respond, to stunned to argue, too terrified to stand; she crashed to her knees and sobbed, hiding her face in her hands as she cried loudly.
The strange green eyed-trainee walked away, unconcerned with her sobbing
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"Why did you tell her that?" He asked as they walked away from the sobbing girl. Even at the bottom of the hill, half a mile from her, they could still hear the girls sobbing. "You don't usually tell people how to avoid their fates. Why did you try with her?"
"All trainees fates are still carved in water," Claire replied calmly, "their fates aren't yet written in stone. All I did was give her the chance to change her fate. Though with what I have seen, I doubt she will walk any other path then the one I told her."
"So why try?" He asked curiously, "why give her an alternate life then the one you foretold?"
"Because," Claire answered softly, "we are sisters born in hatred and despair. We will stop at nothing to destroy Pricilla."
"Do you know where this awakened one is?" The man asked
"No," Claire answered bluntly, "I only know that she still lives."
"Can you try to see her location?" He asked, stopping just as Claire did, "can you try to use your power to see just where Pricilla is?" She stared up at him, silver eyes glowing in the sunlight. It was silent, as if time had stopped, waiting for one of them to breathe.
"Summon number ten," Claire answered, "and stand back." He smiled and nodded, retreating to a faire distance just in case she awakened. As he had requested earlier, the current number ten stood at a safe distance and readied herself for pulling the young trainee back to her self, just as she has done many times before. Claire looked around herself for a moment before nodding in satisfaction, then without warning she released her Yoma power. Number ten hissed at the sheer power exploding from the young trainee, no doubt that every other claymore in the base, the other trainees as well, could feel the pressure of the Yoma energy belonging to the young girl.
"Damn," number ten hissed, "she's getting stronger."
"Can you pull her back?" He asked sharply, losing this girl now would be a hindrance, not when she said that Teresa was the only one who could kill Pricilla. Claire was the only one with Teresa's flesh in her body, making her the only one who could kill the awakened one stronger then the three Abyssal ones.
"I have to start now or we'll loss her!" She replied
"Then do it!" He ordered, Number ten flew forward almost before he ordered her to, without hesitance she reached out to the trainee and wrapped her arms around her. Number ten's power bloomed to life with Claire's, synchronizing with the girl's to pull her back to her human mind. Normally the feel of number ten's Yoma energy would be enough to bring the girl back but something unexpected happened instead. Number ten screamed as with a great bust of power she was forced away from Claire, making her fly into the nearest rock wall.
"What's going on?!" Several warrior's appeared around them, joined only by the bravest (or the dumbest) of trainees. Phantom Maria, a few girls from the training hall and the girl they just left were a few of the dozens of trainees who arrived at the very edge of the parameter, watching in wide-eyed fascination and terror.
"Someone help!" Number ten shouted desperately, blood dripping down her chin. "I need someone who can manipulate Yoma power! We have to hurry!"
"Can I help?!" A girl asked she stood fifty feet further down the hill, one practice sword in hand. "I can manipulate Yoma energy!"
"Galatia! No!" Another man in black snapped out coldly, "if you approach her now she'll kill you!"
"Get ride of the sword and hug her!" Number ten screamed, "hurry! We don't have much time before its too late!" The young gurl looked at her sword doubtfully, sudden fear gripping her heart tightly. "Now!" Number ten screamed as her features turned demonic, focusing all of her power on the young girl standing too close to the edge. Galatia flinched as number ten released her power, seeing the desperation the woman was fighting with gave her the strength to throw her blade away and rush to the out of control girl. She flinched as the girl's power pushed back at her, throwing her aside as it steadily grew stronger and stronger, she coughed as her guardian snapped at her that it was useless and she would have to remove Claire's head. Her sword wasn't far and several of the warriors were reaching for their blades, their eyes bright screaming yellow as they eyed the young trainee.
"Please!" number ten shouted desperately, "Save her!" tears flew out of her eyes as she released all of her power, slamming it down into Claire, forcing her way through the shield, making it focus entirely on her. Galatia stood up and ran at the bright swirling teal power circulating the young girl with down cast eyes and trembling limbs. She skidded to a stop and formed a fist, with a scream she slammed it against the barrier, only to be pushed back again with almost enough force to dislocate her shoulder. She growled and punched at the shield again and again, repeating the process until she felt her fist slip past the shield for a brief moment before it was pushed back by the sheer power of the energy surrounding the girl.
"Quite being a baby and let me in!" Galatia shouted, slamming one hand threw the barrier of power to grab the girl's shoulder, "wake the hell up you spoiled brat!" Her other hand reached threw the rotating vortex of power, clasping the girl's shoulder and gripping it tightly; the power seemed to pulse sate, making her nearly lose her grip on the on the trembling girl.
"Claire!" Galatia screamed, forcing herself threw the shield of power, trying desperately to ignore the feeling of the Yoma energy threatening to rip her apart. It was so strong and intense, she could almost feel the emotions the girl was feeling, or perhaps she was feeling her own emotions in perfect clarity.
"Wake up!" It was like a hundred voices all screamed together, breaking threw the defining roar of power rotating protectively around the girl—it was exactly what she needed. Claire gasped, her green eyes flashing suddenly into a blinding gold before she screamed shrilly, her hands wrapped around her head, her nails digging into her scalp to draw blood. Galatia's eyes widened, her own eyes were suddenly bright yellow, her arms wrapped around Claire, holding on tightly as she screamed.
"Come back," Galatia whispered in Claire's ear, "please... Come back."
"T-Teresa," Claire whispered almost brokenly, Galatia gasped softly as Claire wrapped her arms around her, tears soaking her front as the young trainee sobbed uncontrollably. "Teresa! Teresa! Teresa!"
"I'm here," Galatia whispered, "come back... Suppress it Claire, come back." It took a moment, Claire's power seemed to have stopped growing making those closet believe for a moment that she might've hit her limit, but then in the next second, Claire's power was gone. The only thing left behind was Galatia holding a sleeping Claire, crying in her sleep for a dead warrior.
"Thank you Galatia," the girl looked up at the woman braced against the cliff-face, her eyes widening at the state the older woman was in. "Thank you for saving her..." The woman's eyes were bright gold, her face purple and disfigured; she had gone past her Yoki limit. "She'll properly reject you at first but be patient, she's just scared that's all." Two warriors were falling down the cliff face, moving to land on either side of her, swords raised high with tears in their eyes, "I'm sorry for manipulating you, please take care of her." She closed her eyes and with a faint smile, her head was sent flying. The two warrior's collapsed to their knees and cried together, knowing there was nothing else they could do then to kill the one they trusted most. Galatia looked down at the tiny child wrapped around her like a skirt tied too tight, she gently placed one hand atop the small girl's head and patted her long straight locks affectionately. She didn't know if she could save the girl the next time her power started to act up, there was no grantee that anyone could save her the next time.
I don't know if I can save you next time, Galatia thought, sadness gripping her heart like a vise, But I can try.
"That was quite foolish," Galatia looked up at the glasses wearing man walking towards her, "anyone else would've kept their sword."
"I'm not like anyone else," Galatia replied, silver eyes narrowing
"Galatia," a low voice drawled dangerously
"I have a request," Galatia interrupted, turning to look up at her care taker blandly, "I want a small portion of number ten's flesh transferred into me and I want the same for..." Galatia blinked as she realize that she didn't get the name the firmer number ten forced her to say. "Uh her," Galatia looked down at Claire pointedly.
"Why?" Her caretaker asked in annoyance
"I believe that Ms. Ten's flesh holds enough of her will to prevent Claire from over using her power again," Galatia explained. "And if I have the same flesh in me, it'll be easier for me to take control of her power the next time it starts to go wild."
"...Well that is certainly reasonable," four-eyes replied with a strange smile on his face, "I think it's worth a try, don't you?" Her caretaker didn't seem happy and the other men in black each slowly revealing themselves, as if surprised that the commotion ended as well as it did, didn't appear to care one way or the other. Not even the warriors closest to them bothered to stop crying to listen to what was being said, though Galatia had the impression that they were listening closely.
"Make sure your girl gets the flesh of Number ten's head," Mavis replied, "She already has Teresa's head in her, might as well add another's. As for Galatia…" she gritted her teeth and stared up at him, fearing the worst, "Would it not be too dangerous? Adding a half warrior unto another half warrior, it could result in her awakening sooner rather then later…"
"It won't," Galatia replied quickly, "just as I'll be a leash for Claire, so too will she be mine. Plus it'll help that I can learn to suppress my aura, that should extend my life force for a while so you don't have to worry about me awakening within the base."
"It does sound like an interesting prospect," four-eyes commented slowly, "much like the twins, yes?"
"They are anything but twins," Mavis replied sharply, "all the same, do as you wish."
"Thank you," Galatia whispered, clutching Claire a little closer, "Thank you…"
"On the condition that you never see Claire again," Mavis continued, spite filling his voice, "proper punishment for disobeying orders, isn't that right, Galatia?" she gritted her teeth, frustrated tears threatening her eyes, her arms trembling around the sleeping-sobbing girl.
"Fine," Galatia hissed, "as you wish." He turned away from her and continued walking away, leaving the other warriors to clean up the mess of one man's simple question. Meanwhile, Claire was standing in pure darkness, wondering where she was and why she felt so dreadfully cold. Suddenly there was an almost blinding brightness in the darkness and it drew her attention, she walked towards it, easily ignoring the ice slapping beneath her feet. It didn't take her long to realize she was surrounded in what could only be described as a cave of pure ice, like she was walking through the thick walls of a glacier. She stopped and looked around herself for a moment before she continued moving again, wondering just when the strange cave was going to end.
Was it just her or was the cave an endless ice pane that reached on and on for infinity?
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