Hello all! Chapter three is up! Whoop! Anyway, as the story is unfolding, I'd love to see all your guys' thoughts about Khione. Like her? Hate her? Think that she is totally physo?
Also, has anyone ever played robot unicorn attack. Googled it (cause I saw my older brother play it a few years ago) and got extremely addicted... That song is amazingness! Anyway (I say a lot of anyways, just a head's up), y'all don't want to see my rants, so on with the story!
Disclaimer: Don't own not'tin', besides Khio! (and I don't think I even legally own her...)
"If you could read my mind you would be in tears."
-unknown
Darkness. Swirling black darkness. Dark tendrils reaching out for her. For her soul. Dragging her under, pulling her back. The feeling of humid air starting to kiss her skin. The smell of salt, but not just from the ocean, but from tears. Tears shed in the past that were not wished to be shed again. But the darkness had chosen, it had pulled her through itself and spat her out here. Here: deep in the recesses of her mind. Here: deep in the humid jungles of Hawai'i. 'No...' she pleads, though knows it was useless, she was already almost there, 'I don't want to go back here.'
(Flashback)
I must run. Faster, faster. The screams, they stay in my head. Faster. Of the tactician: Rose, of the joker: Conner, of the brave: Katrina. Faster. The screams won't leave. Faster. They fill my head, my body, my soul. Faster. If I run, maybe they'll go away. Faster. I don't know. Faster. All I know is that I have to go faster. Faster, faster!
My bare feet pound the muddy jungle floor, to the rhythm of my chant.
Faster. Faster. Faster. Faster...
The sandals lost. They broke. My feet rubbed raw from the poorly made shoes and the unforgiving vegetation.
Faster. Faster.
Not only are the screams there to spur me on, but also him.
Faster. Faster.
It seemed like a routine mission. scouting out a pre kishin in summer in the beautiful aloha state. Nothing in particular about the kishin, at least not at first sight.
Faster. Faster. Faster.
So Lord Death sent the team in. A team of three. A meister and her two weapons: a couple of knives who were twins. They were to fight. I was to watch, and if need be assist, from the bushes. They went up to the pre kishin. It had been a cocky thing. In retrospect, that made sense. It had almost begged for a fight. Teeth were gnashing, claws grating, it's terrible mace of a tail waving around, as if looking for a fight. Not wasting time, Rose leapt to impale the beast at a fatal spot. She missed, but that shouldn't have mattered.
But it did.
The blood of the creature had melted the knives to the spot inside of it. Acid killing them, but slowly. That same blood had splattered the meister in the face. She stumbled around before collapsing. Horrible convulsions wracked her body as she screamed. Screams that formed a haunting chord with her weapons. The poisonous blood spread along her body like a wild fire, scorching her skin, melting it away. Until she was almost nothing more than some bones. But she was still alive. Screams ripped from her throat as proof that she was still on this plane.
I couldn't move. I could not move. So I must move now.
Faster. Faster. Faster. Faster.
My soul protect was dropped, but that was as far as I could get. The heat. The shock. The grief. The heat.
Humid summer air whipping my hair.
Three people dying on my watch.
They Death damn died.
The sun stared down and laughed.
Then he came, flying through the air.
"Die you asymmetrical bastard!"
Pink beams firing from his guns.
He could avenge were I couldn't.
He could have revenge the revenge I wished for.
It would have to be enough for me. This little morsel of information would get me through. Rose, Katrina, Conner, they could move on, justified. I could move on.
A final flash. A soul of red in a clearing. Three people dead. Three people broken. The broken ones didn't even move to collect the soul that they had reaped.
I couldn't stay so I ran.
Faster.
Faster.
Faster.
Faster.
Faster.
The smell of salt stings my lips, my eyes, my lungs.
I don't stop.
I won't stop.
I can't stop.
So I run, run until there is nowhere to run. Until I pitch myself into the air off the cliff and crash into the water. The water where I keep going. The water where I swim.
Faster. Faster.
Just swim.
Strong arms hoist me into a boat, wraps me in a towel. A man with a kind looking face, brown eyes wishing to help.
That face won't erase the memories. I shy away, pull inside. It's nice in here. No pain, no suffering, no screaming, no death. Just darkness. Just nothing. There is no peace because there is no war. The is no death because there is no life.
There is no guilt because there is no honor.
Nothing... Nothing at all.
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