Albus Iubar 2

Cookies...(are good for you)

I am giving Dante and others the ability to have mental barriers in their minds. You'll find out why later. Cookies are good for you.

I wish I owned Dante...but I don't so meh.

I try to write well so...eh...feh. protects herself with a rotten salmon

He began to revive slowly. One part of his mind opening at a time like the gentle and slow blossoming of a flower. Somewhere in the back of his mind a voice nagged at him to heal faster. It persisted, wanting to know what had happened in those unclear moments, only to be ignored. The careful and precise process of healing his mass of injuries would happen slowly and steadily or not at all. To go to fast might risk more problems.

The light touch of another mind brushing against the barriers of his own caused him to notice a presence near by. It was soft and reassuring, meaning no harm. The touch was feather like. It did not want into his mind but simply wished to help with his injuries.

He gave no protest to this presence. What harm could it do to him that hadn't already been done? He had been beaten to a bloody pulp, so what's a few more scratches? In its silence the presence gave him the little boost of energy he really needed.

He could feel the healing begin to speed up and the feather touch drew away not only in spirit but outside of his mind the body of it was drawing away too. In his curiousness he urged his body to heal faster. It listened even though it only sped up a small amount.

"Don'..t..." Indeed he was healing faster. The words slipped out of his mouth with a fierce determination to see this unseen being.

It had paused as if it had heard, hesitating in its retreat but only for a mere second. It was far gone by the time Dante could fully open his eyes without a headache coming and now the world was clear as it was before.

With a sigh he managed to limp into his kitchen were he found something quite odd.

A note and a plate covered with chocolate chip cookies.

Hello Dante, Son of Sparda,

I hope you don't mind. I helped myself to your kitchen and with a little of my own money I made you cookies. Please enjoy.

P.S. Cookies are good for you.

With a weary glance at the cookies as he finished reading the note.

"Cookies?" Even his egoistical self with its never ending comebacks had been left speechless. He sat down and, for a time that seemed to last forever, simply sat and stared at the plate and the cookies.

"Screw it!" With these two words he picked up a cookie and popped it into his mouth and almost choked. The cookies were larger than they seemed.

He stepped back as a shock raced through him, literally. The cookies had an odd side affect along with an odd taste. They seemed normal but were made with a few special ingredients he knew simple human knew off. These were healing cookies. Pleasant jolts of energy washed through him causing his final unhealed cuts and minor bruises to disappear.

No joke that the cookies were good for him.

A day passed before the presence came again to check in on him it seemed.

Dante was sitting at his desk by the phone half asleep when it came. That light feather touch that he recognized from before. After a few seconds it seemed done with him but seemed to hang around him simply watching him. He could feel it's body nearby but wasn't quite sure. He kept his eyes closed and continued to give off an aura of peace and calmness when in reality within his barriers, he was alert and tense.

He wanted to see this creature for he was certain it wasn't human. Not with an aura or metal touch like that. Most humans never even developed the mental part of their brain that allowed for such things to happen. There was no telepathy, at least not in the way most people associated it with. There was no words used just simple things such as feelings, colors, impressions, and for ones with stronger abilities sometimes they could send whole pictures, but no words.

This ones calm aura intrigued him. In such a time of chaos and madness how could anyone be so calm and serene? The world could easily come to destruction. Very few brave souls could find happiness now days and it wasn't easy.

Dante inspected this touch a bit closer attempting to watch it without being noticed but his attempt was unsuccessful. It left in both mind and body. Dante opened his eyes and was out of his chair running outside in little over a second. He saw a flash of white light disappear into an alleyway and followed, quickly. He noticed that its speed rivaled his own but how he could only wonder. It was no demon of that he was also sure. It was neither demon nor human so what else could it be?

Around another corner he followed it and around yet another. He chased it for a good five minutes before it left the alleyways to an open area.

Dante stopped in sudden surprise.

Before him lay a park. It was no larger than a Taco Bell and its parking lot. How out of place it seemed to him in this jungle of office buildings and rundown apartments. Surrounded by dull colors such as dark brown, rust, and brick red the park seemed to glow. The grass was nicely mowed and the trees were all in blossom. A small assortment of playground toys shined in the light looking new and barely used. Barely used was indeed a lie for even as he stood there a group of children played amongst the trees and toys.

Dante's eyes seemed to glow themselves in wonder as he searched the area for it-then he realized something and corrected his mind. It was no "it" it was a female so Her. She could not be found as he could tell and he gave a sigh of resigned defeat.

Taking a second glance in case he missed something he gave a small grin as one child helped another that had fallen. So there was still some good in the world. He turned and left, memorizing the route that had gotten him here.

He would not forget for a small spark of protectiveness came alive inside of him. The children never noticed him as he came and left from the shadows. They were to busy playing beneath the cherry blossom trees that always seemed in bloom.

From behind one of the beautiful trees a golden eye watched him walk away from the park. She sighed in relief and as soon as he was far enough away stepped out from behind the tree to bask in the love the children bestowed upon her.

A pink cherry blossom slowly drifted to the ground, floating on the slight breeze.

I thank everyone who reiview. For all those who think that the salmon and star cactus thing was a joke...It wasn't. I have a star cactus and his name is Henry. Please don't laugh at him he was transplanted recently and isn't feeling well. Thank you.

I was having huge cookie cravings while writing this so yes. Cookies are good and that is a fact. Ummmmm R+R please.

:Love:

Panthino