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Papercut
"...face that watches every time I lie
face that laughs when ever I fall....
it watched everything...."
Dilandau jumped out of the Alsiedes, ignoring his cheering men and their congratulations. The slayers stood astonished that neither one of them received a slap or a kick for being too excited. They hadn't won yet, just destroyed. The Duke wasn't dead, just the city. But non of that seemed to matter to their commander. Though blood shed used to bring a disturbed smile to his pale face.
Athena woke in her own room in the floating fortress, she didn't know how she got there but she couldn't say that she cared to know. Her head still rung what the sound of clashing metal. The smell of smoke was following her, and so many faces of the dead haunted her even now when she was awake. Hoping that a cold drink might restore her to her normal self she tried to stand up. But was sent crashing back down into her bed. Her legs didn't want to move and thought otherwise about her decision. She wasn't week, or at least she didn't think she was. But yet still she fainted, a vision usually does this to her. Images of the battle danced around her as did the rich flames of the fire. Suddenly a fallen guymelof was the only thing that she could see clearly. The vision dropped her into the darkness, and there with 100 floating bodies of the dead, she could feel the heart beet of the living. There in the darkness she could hear it, it was Folkens strong and calm heart beat. Then Dilandaus fast and furious one. As she went down the list of the ones she recognized she found no Migel. No feeling that indicated to her that he was still alive. No tears came, no pain in her chest as her heart split into two. But more of a shock, as she stared at the white wall. Looking at the patterns that the painter left when he was done. She kept looking at the wall as if to make sure she was still alive. Did she ever love him? The thought crossed her mind, she didn't want it to but non the less it did. All she did was stare and think of how she didn't care that he was gone, and how that hurt.
"He's gone." she spoke softly to no one.
Laughter, something or someone was laughing at her. This woman who ever she was couldn't be seen, but her deep laughter could be heard. Athena closed her eyes, in hope to finding her or prove to herself that she wasn't going crazy. In the deep darkness of her mind she could see the demon standing. Her hands hung by her side and a sadistic crazed look occupied her eyes, her ice blue eyes. It was as if she was looking at her own reflection and for a moment Athena thought that she was. But that voice, that voice filled with hate and thirst for blood. The one that she heard Dilandau use often, wasn't hers. The tall girl continue to smile and give Athena a look, a look that spoke "I know everything.".
Folken stood in the deep darkness of the room. its cold steel surroundings matched his mood. Had he ever been happy, he asked himself as he waited for his masters face to appear. Had he ever even care? Those questions seemed to find their way to his mind ever since she came. Why must she be the one, why must she be the chosen one. His metal claw sent sparks flying as he pressed against the metal rallying. Only the pain that he could cause himself would help. Folken placed a sharp finger onto his flesh and cut deep. With every drop of blood it seemed as if the pain was disappearing. It was so cold, and lonely in this state of mind. Torn between his family and his debt to the Zaibach empire. He questioned this "perfect destiny" many times before, but then he remembered that he had nothing else. Nothing else to live for, that he like so many around him was all alone.
Dornkirks face appeared and as it did Folken hid his slashed flesh. The Emperor didn't speak but stared at the second in command.
"You are not sure if you can go on."
"No, I can do this"
"If your emotion get in the way, we will take her to the fortress of Dalete."
"I can do it."
"The girl in the goddess must become one, I have waited long enough for her to except that they are the same person. That the goddess is merely the violent blood thirsty side of the girl, they were once one. Now they will be again." Dornkirk spoke, his deep commanding voice rung through the empty room, or so they thought.
Dilandau sat in his bedroom in an old chair, he rubbed his head and scratched his bare stomach. The room was dark and hot, just the way he liked it. At the side by the old window was a dresser. He stood up to get the leftover bottle of vine that was still on the dresser, the only one that he hadn't broken and spilled the red liquid of. He was angry and annoyed. He hated that he had to stand her, that he couldn't hurt her. His hand itched to use his sharp blade and hear her scrims. To feel that he had power over her. His eyes locked at the dancing light in front of him, as he lost himself in his visions of death and destruction.
"There's more than one way to have her at my mercy. I might not be permitted to kill her, but there are things much worse then death."
Dilandau smiled at no one as he continued to look at the small spots of light passing through the red curtains of his room. This is how it was, every day. He would come here, here to his prison to his quiet spot to stare at nothing and think to himself of his passed and future. If he even hard one. His thoughts were now on the fires and the people that he killed. Not thoughts of guilt and remorse but thoughts of how much pleasure he gone from that. How with every life he cut short he took it within himself and used the pain to become stronger. Something in him wanted more of it, more of that life giving liquid. More power, more blood. Power, it was all about the power and the rush that he got with every battle. He didn't care of whom he worked for as long as he got to spread fear and death throughout the land. They were all afraid of him, still one wasn't afraid and she must be destroyed.
"I will crush you. I will crush you, but not by killing you. No, Athena you pass through my mind more often then you think. For that I will cut you piece by piece. You..." Dilandau stopped for a moment to take a drink, "will beg me to kill you.." he picked up his dagger an drove it with ease into the wooden table.
AN-Sorry that this took so long for me to finish. The tittle Papercut, it's a song by Linkin Park and if you listen to it the words describe this chapter perfectly. Most of the chapters tittles will be based on song tittles that go with the theme. heheh I actually had a good idea for once. Bye Bye and don't forget to review! thanks..
Papercut
"...face that watches every time I lie
face that laughs when ever I fall....
it watched everything...."
Dilandau jumped out of the Alsiedes, ignoring his cheering men and their congratulations. The slayers stood astonished that neither one of them received a slap or a kick for being too excited. They hadn't won yet, just destroyed. The Duke wasn't dead, just the city. But non of that seemed to matter to their commander. Though blood shed used to bring a disturbed smile to his pale face.
Athena woke in her own room in the floating fortress, she didn't know how she got there but she couldn't say that she cared to know. Her head still rung what the sound of clashing metal. The smell of smoke was following her, and so many faces of the dead haunted her even now when she was awake. Hoping that a cold drink might restore her to her normal self she tried to stand up. But was sent crashing back down into her bed. Her legs didn't want to move and thought otherwise about her decision. She wasn't week, or at least she didn't think she was. But yet still she fainted, a vision usually does this to her. Images of the battle danced around her as did the rich flames of the fire. Suddenly a fallen guymelof was the only thing that she could see clearly. The vision dropped her into the darkness, and there with 100 floating bodies of the dead, she could feel the heart beet of the living. There in the darkness she could hear it, it was Folkens strong and calm heart beat. Then Dilandaus fast and furious one. As she went down the list of the ones she recognized she found no Migel. No feeling that indicated to her that he was still alive. No tears came, no pain in her chest as her heart split into two. But more of a shock, as she stared at the white wall. Looking at the patterns that the painter left when he was done. She kept looking at the wall as if to make sure she was still alive. Did she ever love him? The thought crossed her mind, she didn't want it to but non the less it did. All she did was stare and think of how she didn't care that he was gone, and how that hurt.
"He's gone." she spoke softly to no one.
Laughter, something or someone was laughing at her. This woman who ever she was couldn't be seen, but her deep laughter could be heard. Athena closed her eyes, in hope to finding her or prove to herself that she wasn't going crazy. In the deep darkness of her mind she could see the demon standing. Her hands hung by her side and a sadistic crazed look occupied her eyes, her ice blue eyes. It was as if she was looking at her own reflection and for a moment Athena thought that she was. But that voice, that voice filled with hate and thirst for blood. The one that she heard Dilandau use often, wasn't hers. The tall girl continue to smile and give Athena a look, a look that spoke "I know everything.".
Folken stood in the deep darkness of the room. its cold steel surroundings matched his mood. Had he ever been happy, he asked himself as he waited for his masters face to appear. Had he ever even care? Those questions seemed to find their way to his mind ever since she came. Why must she be the one, why must she be the chosen one. His metal claw sent sparks flying as he pressed against the metal rallying. Only the pain that he could cause himself would help. Folken placed a sharp finger onto his flesh and cut deep. With every drop of blood it seemed as if the pain was disappearing. It was so cold, and lonely in this state of mind. Torn between his family and his debt to the Zaibach empire. He questioned this "perfect destiny" many times before, but then he remembered that he had nothing else. Nothing else to live for, that he like so many around him was all alone.
Dornkirks face appeared and as it did Folken hid his slashed flesh. The Emperor didn't speak but stared at the second in command.
"You are not sure if you can go on."
"No, I can do this"
"If your emotion get in the way, we will take her to the fortress of Dalete."
"I can do it."
"The girl in the goddess must become one, I have waited long enough for her to except that they are the same person. That the goddess is merely the violent blood thirsty side of the girl, they were once one. Now they will be again." Dornkirk spoke, his deep commanding voice rung through the empty room, or so they thought.
Dilandau sat in his bedroom in an old chair, he rubbed his head and scratched his bare stomach. The room was dark and hot, just the way he liked it. At the side by the old window was a dresser. He stood up to get the leftover bottle of vine that was still on the dresser, the only one that he hadn't broken and spilled the red liquid of. He was angry and annoyed. He hated that he had to stand her, that he couldn't hurt her. His hand itched to use his sharp blade and hear her scrims. To feel that he had power over her. His eyes locked at the dancing light in front of him, as he lost himself in his visions of death and destruction.
"There's more than one way to have her at my mercy. I might not be permitted to kill her, but there are things much worse then death."
Dilandau smiled at no one as he continued to look at the small spots of light passing through the red curtains of his room. This is how it was, every day. He would come here, here to his prison to his quiet spot to stare at nothing and think to himself of his passed and future. If he even hard one. His thoughts were now on the fires and the people that he killed. Not thoughts of guilt and remorse but thoughts of how much pleasure he gone from that. How with every life he cut short he took it within himself and used the pain to become stronger. Something in him wanted more of it, more of that life giving liquid. More power, more blood. Power, it was all about the power and the rush that he got with every battle. He didn't care of whom he worked for as long as he got to spread fear and death throughout the land. They were all afraid of him, still one wasn't afraid and she must be destroyed.
"I will crush you. I will crush you, but not by killing you. No, Athena you pass through my mind more often then you think. For that I will cut you piece by piece. You..." Dilandau stopped for a moment to take a drink, "will beg me to kill you.." he picked up his dagger an drove it with ease into the wooden table.
AN-Sorry that this took so long for me to finish. The tittle Papercut, it's a song by Linkin Park and if you listen to it the words describe this chapter perfectly. Most of the chapters tittles will be based on song tittles that go with the theme. heheh I actually had a good idea for once. Bye Bye and don't forget to review! thanks..