chapter two sucked like hell, makes me wanna scream and yell, but oh who cares, it's all done, so if u complain shut the hell up.
nah, i'm kidding. sry about that. i hate how i ended chapter two. it was too sappy, but i was desperate to finish it. anyway, this should make you guys feel better. i worked my butt off for the past 2 weeks on this. i'm about to go reaver and kick some ass. man was it hard to keep using words i NEVER use in real life. me: shut up you whore-ass dick. them: silence, you vile cretin. (sp?) -- see the difference? now you know my pain! wahaha.
anyway, out of character i admit (except a couple of you nice liars (if u aren't that's cool too) who say they are in perfect character) but i don't give a flying heifer's rump about it. wait till i get kain in here. BUT he's not here yet. maybe next chapter. BWAHAHA! i will destroy all u respect in him. maybe maybe not. no promises either way. but in this chapter, if u like rosaline, u might feel sad. if u hate rosaline and her mary-sue ways, u'll love it. if u just wish u were rosaline and were held in his arms like the lucky girl she is, then u'll eat ur heart out by the end. and if ur like me and just read to pass the time. be happy. it's 2,238 freakin words. maybe more since i added this intro.
oh yeah, and um, please. criticism is highly suggested. tell me what u think. and stay off the mary sue topic. i kno she is! but u kno, every girl (who's in love with any guy who has major angst and pain and is not real) would hope for the same thing! u have to admit that. and i have to admit this now. heh heh heh. i dreamt all of this (i added details) and guess who rosaline is. (evil laugh) if u guess right you get a raziel shaped cookie.
now i have bored you enough. enjoy my fanfic.
(c) to whoever the heck owns these people (except rosaline. SHE'S MINE!!)
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The moon had risen high overhead. It was in its full glory casting streams of light on the lake's surface. Raziel's ghostly gaze mirrored the light of the very moon that hung above as it took in the darkened surroundings. He perceived no evidence of his enemies lurking in the midst of the shadows, which allowed him the luxury of pondering upon the events that were laid before him not too long ago.
The day before, as he stole into Moebius' hiding place and coming upon a woman shackled to a torturous device, many questions had taken refuge in his mind receiving neither hint nor clue towards answers, which may clear the fog of puzzlement and uncertainty.
His attention was also brought towards the woman named Rosaline, an enigmatic woman of questionable origins. She had waited countless years for their reunion. Even within the agonizing grasp of Moebius, she allowed her soul to endure the torture and relied purely on hope itself. This act in itself amazed him greatly. He only knew humans to be selfish and conceited, this act giving rise to doubts of the human race.
He stole a glance at Rosaline's face, lying soundlessly on his shoulder. Once she awakes, he was determined to retrieve the answers to his questions. He was growing weary of the puzzles he had been given to solve, and frankly, it had begun to annoy him.
Cries emitted from the mountain side, disturbing his thoughts. An allotment of dancing flames stirred across the slopes gradually nearing their location. It was without a doubt the minions of Moebius sent to track them down.
He shook Rosaline's shoulder stirring her from her sleep. Her eyes opened and shot a questioning look at him. He pointed a claw towards the lights and directed towards the direction they needed to travel. They circled the lake quickly and scaled a small cliff. The lights grew smaller and soon after disappeared, however Raziel and Rosaline refused to reduce their speed in hopes of lengthening the distance between themselves and their pursuers.
They came across an abandoned building, wooden boards collapsing in decay. The door had succumbed to age and had fallen onto the ground, broken into several pieces. Rosaline's nose caught the odor of rotting wood, making her cringe with disgust.
"This might be a good place to hide," Raziel mentioned as he tread through the decrepit remains of the doorway, Rosaline following closely behind him.
Glancing around the room, Rosaline soon learned that this was an abandoned storage house. Assortments of weaponry and armor had been placed into large crates and were gathering dust.
Raziel searched throughout a crate, which held many pieces of armor and varieties of clothing, while Rosaline examined the various forms of weaponry. She had remembered seeing such weapons used by the soldiers under Moebius' command, reviving dreadful memories of her imprisonment.
"Hey," Raziel's voice disturbed her thoughts. "Take this."
She turned to see his arm outstretched, his hand holding onto an assortment of clothes. She glanced down at her own attire, catching the sight of torn cloth. Also, remembering that not too long ago, Raziel had torn the cloth himself, and that very tear was widening. She was amazed how it had managed to stay together.
She took the clothing from his hand and began to undress. Raziel quickly turned away, moved towards the splintered frame of a window, and peered outwards into the trees that surrounded them.
"You're not shy, are you?" he asked.
She stifled a laugh and replied, "Why should I be?"
"From what I know, most humans are keen on privacy. You're …. different … for some reason."
"Just figured that out?"
He turned his head and found her wearing all black, a long sleeve shirt that was only slightly bigger than her frame with sleeves that were much too long for her arms, a leather vest that hung loosely on her shoulders, and pants that were much too large for her yet somehow stayed its position, and now she was currently putting on the smallest pair of boots she could find. A smile adorned her face as if something humorous had amused her.
"What do you mean?" he questioned, a look of inquiry playing across his face.
"It is impossible for human kind to subsist in this world for as long as I have lived."
"You are trying to say you are not human?"
"Precisely," she smiled.
At last, Raziel was to gain answers from this mystery of a woman and to relinquish at least some of his puzzlement.
"If you are not human, and as I can tell not a vampire, nor a monstrous creature, what are you then?" he asked, casually taking glances out the window.
"You tell me," she replied, eyes downcast as she ran her fingers through her long hair pulling out the tangles.
Raziel took a few steps towards her, aware of her far off gaze. Was there something she was not telling him? If so, he wondered if it would be potentially harmful to them both, or perhaps, it could be harmful for himself.
"Moebius called me a witch, a demon, a tool. Sometimes he was so nice to tell me I was his beloved creature," she sighed. "But I never learned what matter of being I present."
Her eyes, in it's trance-like disposition, had never left the floor. Eyes full of sorrow, sorrow that made the heart both quiver and despair with the longing of being relieved of the torment, was one he himself could relate with ease.
Shouts in the distance were suddenly heard. Figures in the distance were seen through the window of the derelict shed. Raziel glanced towards Rosaline, dismayed to see her still within her trance. They needed to escape further into the mountains, for Moebius, apparently, was not going to allow his "beloved creature" to venture farther from her master.
He grabbed her arm, disturbing her hypnotic daze, and pulled her along side him as he left through the ruined remains of the door frame. Although, just outside the shed was something he did not expect.
"Hello, Reaver," a voice with the sting of a snake, which made Raziel so cringe in disgust.
"Moebius," Raziel hissed.
The old man held out his hand, a wicked smile playing across his face.
"Come, Rosaline. Why do you run from your loving master?" he cooed with the tenderness he clearly had not possessed.
Raziel's anger towards the Time-streamer had already called forth the reaver. Its phantom light swirling menacingly along his arm reflected off his face.
Rosaline, pulled back into reality just a moment ago, had taken a few wary steps back from Raziel. She felt a shiver of fear as she saw the blade come forth in it's deadly magnificence. Since her first encounter, she had feared the blade for some reason she could not understand.
She shook her mind from thoughts of fear and pointed her gaze of hatred towards her "loving" master. In response, his grin only grew wider in amusement. This only caused more anguish to rise up inside her. Her eyes began to glow a bright red as she glared venomously with the threat of violence clearly playing across her face.
"Leave me be, Moebius. It's better for both of us," she said threateningly.
"You wish to strike fear into me? You make me laugh. You're as defenseless as this demon," he scoffed.
Infuriated, she lunged at him, hands ablaze with fervent flames. However, Raziel grabbed her arm and snatched her back with much force, pushing her behind himself.
"Raziel!" she yelled with annoyance.
He cut her off, "Do you want to die?"
His comment silenced her, making her feel ashamed of her impulse, which could have very well endangered her life as well as his.
Shouts nearby distracted the two from Moebius. Soldiers were nearing, and Moebius all but laughed at the expected predicament they would soon find themselves.
Moebius did not attempt to strike them, nor did he attempt to aid the soldiers but watched as Raziel decapitated and impaled the soldiers one by one as Rosaline cast flaming spheres at the foolish ones that neared her, burning them to ash in mere seconds. Although, no matter their efforts, many more soldiers appeared, more than the expectations of the two could imagine.
Rosaline, ignoring Raziel's earlier warning, grew angry once again and turned her attention from the soldiers. To end this madness, she was going to kill the very madman it had derived and spawned. Eyes glowing a brighter red, she cast flames towards the Time-streamer. Raziel took sight of this and would have pulled her back, but soldiers kept him occupied. They had surrounded him in great numbers, and every ounce of strength he could muster was used to just keep himself alive.
Moebius merely laughed at the sight of this, not even baring a scratch of burn from Rosaline's attack. How foolish she was to attack someone such as he! This only angered her further and caused her to double her efforts of murder.
"You will die at my hands, Moebius!" she yelled at him.
"It is nowhere near my time to die. Although, it very well could be yours," he smirked, raising his hand as he spoke, emitting light which shot towards Rosaline.
She fell back hard against the wall of the abandoned building, her breath knocked from her lungs. She struggled to stand, her will and determination to kill strengthening tenfold. She will not be defeated.
Glancing towards the shattered remains of a window, she caught the sight of a long sword, it's edge sharp and pleasing to her. She grasped it by the hilt and swung it in front of her. A smirk adorned her face as she bared it towards Moebius.
She glance at Moebius' face, puzzled at his grin. Why is he smiling? He should fear her blade, the very blade that will cut him down.
She cast the thought from her mind, ignoring anything that interfered or hindered her notions of killing the Time-streamer. This included Raziel, who was persistent in shouting his protests.
"Rosaline!" He yelled as he saw her one last time before another onslaught of soldiers waved their weapons in his face.
She neared Moebius quickly, bringing the blade close to the old man's heart, but it stopped. Everything had stopped. She was pushed back by some unspeakable force, her hands releasing the blade in pure confusion. As if time itself slowed, she saw the blade slowly twist itself, turning from Moebius' heart to her own. Eyes widened in disbelief as she soon met the blinding pain of the cold steel imbedded in her chest through to her back.
Raziel cut down the remaining soldiers soon enough to see Rosaline stabbed through the heart and fall to the ground painfully.
"It would have been much wiser to surrender than to take up a sword and swing it foolishly, but a fool always gets the painful end of the sword she points," he laughed.
Raziel's gaze left Moebius and turned towards Rosaline, running to her side. He quickly took an accusing glance at Moebius, but soon found him to have disappeared.
Rosaline coughed painfully, blood spilling from her mouth. Curses seen on her lips but unable to be uttered. She pulled herself up to sit, grasping the blade with one hand, digging it deep into her palm. She sucked a torturous breath inwards and pulled harshly at the blade, making slight whimpers and gasps of pain. Once the blade had fully departed from her body, she threw it to ground in anguish. Her hands, now cut, bled generously down her arm, the gash in her chest revealing streams of blood cascading down her torso.
Raziel knelt next to her, unsure of what he could do. She fell against him, too weak to hold herself up. He looked at her face. She was pale, almost white, her eyes wide and almost vacant. Her chest rose with painful short breaths that shook her frame. She grasped his arm tightly, pain taking hold of her, slight whimpers escaping her blue-tinted lips.
"Raziel," she spoke quietly.
"What is it?" he said, still struggling to think of what he should do for her.
"Sorry," she spoke under her breath, audible enough for him to hear.
She closed her eyes and laid her head against him. She was not gone yet, he noticed. Her chest still rose and fell.
An idea sprung into his mind, one that made him think twice and perhaps a third and fourth. It was insane and absurd. He was perplexed on why the thought had even occurred to him. Although, he relied on his gut feeling, now wanting to take this chance.
He pulled his cowl off his face, something he was never known of doing, and covered her bleeding body with it. He picked her up in his arms, clutching her close, and hurriedly ran to the north. He caught sight of the pillars past a mountain and ran in the general direction.
It was a chance he was willing to take, and he had to hurry. Although, he thought this as he ran faster and faster towards the pillars.
There was no guarantee it would even work.
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