These chapters will be coming quicker in succession for the first ten or so until my schedule gets seriously clogged up.
Oh, and the POV will be changing from chapter to chapter without notice. I feel it adds a sense of organized entropy, if that makes sense. Keeps you readers on your feet.
Same copyright restrictions as before. All rights to TWEWY goes to Square Enix and thanks for OC goes to my friends.
Chapter 3
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The pain was indescribable. Her head seemed to crack with each beat, as if someone were physically trying to get inside her head. Her lithe fingers slowly crept across her scalp, interweaving itself among the strands of her long blue hair.
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She gripped her head as if applying pressure would actually relieve her of any pain. She could hear voices around her, sounding so distant yet the clarity was equal to that of someone speaking right into her ear. Her hold softened with the pain, yet was soon brought back involuntarily with each pulse.
"Now let's see what you have to give up, Kirishima chan." It was a female voice. "Now, be a dear and stop struggling. We just need to take a peek.
Asuka hated when people were over familiar with her. But before her anger could flare up, her mind was subjected to even more pain.
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"Now this is an interesting tidbit. Such vivid imagination," the voice said in wonder of what it perceived. "A beautiful specimen indeed..." Suddenly the voice turned harsh as a shudder ran down her spine. "And now it's mine for the taking."
As the voice continued on, Asuka could see ideas fading from her head as her eyes were clenched shut.
"Now... just... let... go!"
They were at a standstill, the images inside her mind fading in and out as if the rope in some mental game of tug of war.
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She winced again. The images were gone. What were they about anyways? She could not remember...
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She tried to open her eyes, to get a better look at who her offender was, but the pain in her her skull was still preventing other functions from working properly. She gripped even tighter, only to find that her hand was experiencing an acute pain as she pressed a pin into her hand.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you. Hands are very useful tools, especially in what you're about to do." The voice began to chuckle, but it was lost to Asuka as she was overtaken by another wave of pain.
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The pain was still great, but now less than before. She could flicker her eyes open every once in a while now, but still could see nothing. Nothing but white.
No one was around her. She could feel no presence. Yet someone, something, had wormed their way into her psyche, searching for something.
"Ooh, this is an interesting one. She catches on quick..." A masculine voice this time. Rather warm and comforting. It began conversing with the feminine one she had grown to hate. She could pick up tiny fragments of this discourse, but they meant nothing to her and her broken mind.
The voices began fading, muddling with the rest of the others. Maybe it would be best if they would continue to talk about her. That way she wouldn't feel as lonely...
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The voices were gone now. But the pain had not. But even then, it had reduced to a heavy throbbing.
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The pain was dulling now and she could open her eyes. Well, she could if she hadn't started crying.
Asuka questioned the tears as she tried to rub them away from her eyes. What had been taken from her? What had caused her to break down like this?
She sniffed one more time as the last of the tears were wiped away from her face. Where exactly was she? She was in a white room of sorts, but could it really be called a room?
As she walked around, it seemed as if she was not moving at all. There were no defined walls or ceilings, much less anything else that she could use as a landmark. It seemed to go on forever in all directions.
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It rather amused Megami to watch his newest sources of entertainment stumble around, trying to figure out what exactly was going on. Glancing at a far screen, he could see it was almost time.
Turning around, he found himself facing a wall of Support and Harrier Reapers, a mash of red and black sweaters and bandannas. Not like this difference in uniform made any difference to him.
He looked around at each of them and flashed a sharp canine.
"Prepare the stage. We're about to start the first piece."
With a mix of fear and admiration, each Reaper gave a short nod as the vanished successively.
Just a few more hours until it was time to raise the curtains...
Okay, this story will not be updated over the course of April. Why? Because of April Script Frenzy! Also, I'll be working on finishing my Ano Natsu de Matteru fanficiton, which is the first one to be put up here. I'd like to think of that as an achievement of sorts. Until then, any reviews on writing style and any possible plot twists to come up.
Got any ideas for a character? Log onto /TheWorldEndsWithUs to offer your input. No guarantees that anything will be used, but it's better than coming up short.
