Hello again! Well, school is done, I'm free for the summer (No you aren't Child. There's the Kid's Camp volunteering, Missions, and-)
"I get it voice, shut up!"
Anyways, I will more than likely be posting a lot more. Just to clarify, Leon does not have his scar right now. His face is scar less. I have good reason for this. I think… Oh well, just don't kill me if you end up hating it XD
Chapter 3: Waking Up Is Never Fun
Roxas p.o.v
I felt myself floating through empty planes, the realm of my mind blank after what seemed like ages. I basked in the peaceful warmth, imaging green fields, lush grass, and a quiet village-
I suddenly gritted me teeth, my mindscape quickly becoming harsh and cold. I could hear their voices; taunting and mocking me. My dream-self slowly curled up, trying to shut out the memories and hate bombarding my once tranquil sanctuary. A low growl sounded from my throat as it soon became futile. I couldn't drown them out.
"She is not one of us!"
"Leave her, let her fend for herself."
I opened my eyes to see a paled mirage of eight wolves. Seven of them surrounded the eighth, growling and snapping at the pup's heels as it fled. The pup ran up to me, burrowing itself into my chest. I slowly unclenched my hands, and caressed the wolf's muzzle.
"Dear one, I know your pain…"
The wolf transformed, and soon I found myself staring into my own blue eyes. She looked just like me, and deep down I knew she was. This pup was me. I closed my eyes, trying to get rid of the sense of betrayal at this memory. It wasn't like I killed someone, or had tried to overthrow our alpha. I had been a good clan member; I had never disobeyed the rules. My only crime was being different.
The other wolves gathered around me growling and snarling at the pup and me. I held onto her, closing my eyes as I felt their claws and teeth sink in.
I woke with a gasp, jerking my head up to look around. The grey stones gave a cold chill; not just because of their color, but also because of the way they were laid out to form the room I was in. I was in a vast bowl shaped with no windows to let sun or fresh air in. I was in a prison. I closed my eyes, trying to get rid of the cold numb feeling in my arms. How did I get here? I scrounged through my blurry memories, trying to recall how I had landed myself into this predicament. I was ready to just about give up when I sharp ache protruded from the back of my head.
My eyes sharpened, I remember. I had been ambushed. I reached to the back of my head, but stopped as a sharp pain raced through my arm. I looked down, my eyes widening to an almost comical width. There, across my body and the floor, where ancient runes of binding and imprisonment. I let out a growl and tried to lift my arm again. The runes glowed brighter, then a short circuit of electricity shot into my arm, making my hiss. I continued to pull at the rune's binding, trying to weaken them. Though in all honestly I was only weakening myself.
The sound of the door opening, and a tiny squeak caused me to snap my head up, abet a little too fast. My eyes met purple, and I stared into the eyes that reflected curiosity and wariness. I gave a scoff, why did she need to be wary? She wasn't the prisoner. I let out a growl, and smirked as I watched the girl run off after closing the door. I heard the dim sound of her feet, listening until they faded out. I stared at the door longer, before trying again to break the runes. Finally, after what seemed forever, I stopped. It just hurt too much, and I was too weak. I let my head fall, trying not to let tears fall. I was dead; dead wolf walking. I knew the laws; I knew the punishments.
Dead Wolf Walking
I didn't even bother to lift my head as footsteps echoed through the halls again. I recognized one of the scents though; so the little girl had brought friends. I tasted the air some more, and almost let out a growl; some of them where very familiar. The door opened, letting out a screeched that made me want to hold my sensitive ears.
Sadly, I couldn't, so I gritted my teeth to hide the pain and annoyance. Their eyes bore into me, and soon I gave into the temptation of looking back. My eyes wandered from their feet to their faces, and I could see they were doing the same. One man stood out from the others, and that was only because I had seen it before. I let out a low growl, remembering the look on his face as he signaled one of his men to hit me from behind. His layered hair fell slightly over his eyes, though it couldn't hide the pity I saw. Why was he showing pity? He caught me, so why would he care? I let out another growl as another man, obviously the oldest, told the others about the rarity of my kind. How dare they, it was their fault. I tried to calm myself; we had been just as bad once too, long ago, when we were young and foolish. How long was it? I couldn't remember. I looked at the old man, staring straight into his aged eyes.
"Be careful children, hunters are notorious for looking at the world in black and white. They are infamously rude."
I wanted to smirk at the angry faces, and I would have, if it weren't for the gun blade pressed to my neck. Oh, so they were going to kill me. I looked up at the same brown haired man, and saw the same pity there in his eyes. Why was he showing pity? I thought they hated my kind. I took my eyes off of his face, and leaned back against the runes. I looked around the room, looking at all the eyes, and took in the scent of their emotions. I narrowed my eyes; they were so confusing. Here they were, about to kill, yet everything besides their actions told me they didn't want to. The gun blade wielder's low voice echoed through the room, making my eyes snap back to his face.
"As decreed by the council, you are hereby sentenced to death. But by Hunter law, we shall give you a last request."
Oh, that settles the mixed up emotions. It was an order. I looked up at him, debating if I should try to break free and attack. I knew I couldn't though. Whoever weaved these runes was extremely strong. I looked straight into his eyes, and growled,
"I do. If this is a death sentence, decreed by your council and approved by the Hunters, then why are you so remorseful and hesitant? Just once less Werewolf, right?"
The look of surprise covered their faces, and the air changed with their emotions. I was right. They didn't want to do this. I gave a huff,
'Well, I wanted it.'
I looked up to the man holding the gun blade. Daring him with my eyes to use his blade for the purpose every weapon had. A slight sadness filled me though. There was so much to atone for and to fix. I would never have the chance now. The man gave a nod, and pointed the muzzle of the gun blade to my head.
I would I have to thank the gods though, for what happened next, for just as he started to pull the trigger a messenger burst into the room. The man had obviously ran for a long distance, since his breath and heart where strained. I could feel the heat leak off of him and cover the room.
"Hunter...Leon...hart-"
The man broke off into a little cough, then took in several gulps of air to set his breathing back to normal. After a minute he was back in top condition, and had developed a small blush at the attention he was getting. I couldn't help but smirk. Poor him, he was a shy messenger. He began his message again, stuttering only a bit at the beginning.
"S-sir, the c-council begs you n-not to kill it. Apparently the Vampyres have heard news of our captive a-and wish to see it for themselves."
As he spoke, he looked around the room, only to freeze at the sight the rune-covered me. He moved his mouth up and down and a scent of fear came from him, making me scrunch up my nose. Ugh.
"I-is that it?"
I narrowed my eyes, forgetting the scent of his fear. I was an it? He might as well have called me a mutt with no papers, or an overgrown rat. How dare he insult me! I hadn't insulted him, though I had been on their land, against the rules. Maybe I deserved it. I heard a sigh of relief, and looked away from the messenger to one of the female hunters. Her eyes drew me in, the reminded me of the green plains of the wild lands, and of the trees covering the land close to my old home. The kindness in them immediately made me like her. As I stared at them, I felt a wave of fatigue hit me. I was really beginning to feel my age. As the hunters left, I allowed my eyes to close against the present and the troubles it had brought me. If the goddess was watching, she would be laughing. Or maybe crying for her lost child.
