As much as I love writing this story, I can't help but notice the review count that is still under 10. I won't threaten you with not putting up a chapter, but I really do enjoy reviews because they help me polish up my writing, and give me a confidence boost. :D You guys being writers and readers, you can understand how I feel. I do accept reviews from people without a username by the way.
I personally thought this chapter was pretty good, probably the best drama-wise that I've ever written. The beginning is a little iffy but it definatly gets better later. Happy Reading!
Samantha (Abloom)
Ember's eyes were cloudy. Why was she telling this guy? But, she answered herself. She didn't know exactly, but something about this incredibly random guy seemed right. Could he do it? Once again, she didn't know, but that doesn't mean she didn't hope.
'So are you sure you want to know?'
Why had she asked that question?
She forgot about the other people in the room.
"Yet another instinct question."
"Wait, what?"
This time it was Bill who responded for his wife.
"Nothing, so, do you really want to know or not?"
"Excuse me, but that is no business of mine, I'm sorry I asked."
With that Steven snatched his hand away and left, wondering why they thought he had something to do with it. He passed it off as a random event and went off to his shift of guarding the ship holding a sword that he still wasn't fluent with. Steven soon found that he had been locked in the room for about four hours.
"They must've knocked me out or something, I wonder what they were talking about. Speaking of that, where's Marine?"
He set off towards her cabin to see if anything was wrong with her. But Steven didn't know that she was sleeping, and dreaming…about Trust.
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She seemed a bit distracted as she knocked on the door. Sparks trusted that Magma slug of Marine's, although Marine quite foolishly had followed him, befriended him, and maybe even loved Maxie a bit, the Team Magma Boss, without even knowing his true identity and rank. And Maxie loved Sparks, not her sister, she knew that for sure. She didn't make the same mistakes as her sister, actually, concerning the current situation, Sparks' "beloved" older sister would be dead. Marine was a bitch anyway. Lost between two sisters, Sparks was the black sheep, and Marine apparently couldn't stand even having that, Sparks thought, knew, that bad thoughts were running through her mind constantly.
I was all Sparks' fault. Always.
She was expecting her. Marine trusted too much, and was about to learn of her flaw.
"Such an old fashioned girl thinking everyone is an angel. Pfft, she probably got it from our damned mother."
With a smile the door was soon opened, with a smile a knife was stuck through the older woman's back, and with a smile a couple walked off into the wilderness of the Sevii Islands, despite the fact that they were leaving behind a bloody body.
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Her dream was horrendous. Marine wanted nothing but to simply lash out at the man that stared at her during the last moments of blur before walking away, just as she slipped out of consciousness. Memories attacked her, fast-forwarding through the pain, almost enveloping it into one backbreaking strike, instead of weeks of agony.
Next she was guarding a boat going to Hoenn. Marine had been in her sleeping clothes, and being on a boat during the summer, the cotton was thin and white. While stepping quietly into the cabin after guarding, she found a mirror had been put in while she was gone.
Rage filled her eyes as her fingers traced painfully down a long, mourning scar that curled down her back. That was the exact moment that the sirens rang.
After quickly pulling a dress over her head, she made her way across the main hall, trying to get on to the deck through a staircase that surprisingly only had one of Magma's assassins blocking the way. Marine delivered a blow that shouldn't have been lethal.
It couldn't have been.
While she heard the sounds of Team Magma retreating on deck, Marine realized how the Grunt never fought back, and pockmarks covered the woman's skin. She found later that the assassin was frail and diseased enough to have died from the blow.
"I killed one who was weak…"
She then only let one tear loose.
"I am no better!"
Marine removed the mask on the woman's face. Sparks. The sisters never proved anything by violence, both cases done the same way, by rage.
That night in the ship that smelled of nothing but blood, she had a dream where she hated Maxie, she wanted to drain him of soul, but did not want to kill him. And in the cold cabin, she found that killing only made people weaker.
Falling asleep, constantly paranoid of his warm breath and hand on her neck, she found she could only lash out into the salty night air.
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He had quickly made his way to her cabin, knocking on the door before deciding to come in to make sure everything was fine after her getting hit in the head. As soon as Steven entered the dimly lit room, he heard ghostly words come from the corner.
"One who was weak, no better!"
He made his way towards the bed, finding that the voice was coming from near there.
"I killed one who was weak, I am no better!"
The words came from the mass of blankets on the bed, and although he could tell by now that it was Marine, Steven found the dreamy speaker to be almost crying. Mustering up enough courage, he put a hand on her neck, finding that the pulse was quickened, almost as if the speaker was lying.
By now her breathing was choky, gasping although tears were only falling serenely, almost as if she wanted to sob, but couldn't exactly, didn't want to, or was too afraid.
Steven remembered what had happened the first time he met her, the quickening of heart. She was beautiful to him, even now in her worried, crying state. He whispered in her ear that every thing was fine, and Marine's face told that she was comforted for a moment, knowing who he was.
A few seconds after in her sleep she was confused, and the knife at her belt pulled out and lashed at him.
Dang it, another cliffhanger. Well, once again, sorry it took so long, and I wish my friends Kate, Eliza, and Melissa a good and successful SAT practice. See you in the next exciting installment!
-Samantha (Abloom)