THANK YOU FOR THE REVIEWS! I love reading them, they give me inspiration to write!
Oh i saw the preview of the anime for tales of the abyss and it looks really well done!
God i can't wait till the episodes get translated!
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The giant towers of the cathedral in Daath loomed over the city, giving it an ominous look. For inside was a man in unspeakable anger. Siting in a large chair, he tapped his fingers in a rhythmic fashion on the arm of it. With each tap his anger grew and grew, waiting for the arrival of them. Light burst onto the wall in front of him as the door behind him opened. The sound of a clutter of footsteps filled his ears, stopping right behind him.
"Van Grants, we have come as you ordered."
Van pushed himself off his chair and looked at the other occupants in the room. One was a man with long black hair and black eyes, that were dead looking. He wore a black long sleeved shirt with black pants that had numerous belts on them. The other had short curly white hair and bright red eyes. He was dressed with a white sleeveless shirt that almost went down to his knees, and short brown Cammie pants.
"Did you find what I asked for Crane?" Van asked the white haired man.
"Oh! Of course we did!" Crane chuckled and looked at the black haired man.
"Do you have it with you...?"
The black haired man lifted his hand up, which held a large object. He flung it onto the floor with a great thud into the light. Van looked down at it and gave a small smirk.
"So this is it, do you remember where you found this?" Crane gave another nod.
"How can I forget? The area holds the secret on how to kill him. I can't forget something that important!"
" Tell me, Tell me how to kill that damn replica." Van laughed. For in the light on the floor was the head of the beast statue, the god of beasts.
Luke flung his eye's open in a panic. His breath was shallow as he tried to wake up from the dream. He went to get up and gasped as pain wracked through his body. He looked down to see bandages all over him and blood seeping through them.
"Great I must have reopened a wound.." Luke mutted to himself. He sighed and flopped down on the bed again and stared at the ceiling. He covered his eyes with his arm and listened to his breathing. That dream...who were those guys? The sight of the statue scared the crap out of him for some reason. How did the two find it? Just where did they come from? One was Crane and the other, for some reason he couldn't hear his name. Luke grunted as more pain wreaked across his body, silencing his thoughts.
"Dammit...How much longer in here?" He mumbled to himself. He was locked in a small white room for a good 2 days now. No food or water at all, which really sucked.
"I've starved for a good 2 weeks, but I never said I wanted to relive it."
He frowned remembering what had transpired a few days ago.
The wind at the bottom of the mountain had chilled his bones, but also cooled the fiery burns all over him. He was sitting next to Tear who was healing his wounds quietly.
"Luke, Guy has told me of your 'situation' and to say the least I am not happy about it all." Jade said, standing above the red head. Luke, who was exhausted just rolled his eyes and continued to stare off somewhere. Before he knew it Jade had grabbed his chin and shifted his head so they made eye contact. Luke was now looking into two red orbs that were quite unhappy.
"Luke do you understand you could have made another serious mistake? Not telling us about your abilities could have put us in serious harm." Luke gritted his teeth.
"I scared off Van and Sync, how could that put you in serious harm?!"
"From what I saw you had no human reason during that event. You almost attacked Guy, your best friend. What if Tear had not awaken and calmed you down? You seemed more than willing to lash out at our throats. You had put us in a situation that could have been handled better with your knowledge." The cold commander finished his speech with a bit of spite. He saw Luke turn away obviously upset. He was angry, sad, and confused. Why was everything his fault? Jade turned and headed towards the rest of the group before he said these words.
"When we get to the next town we will spend a couple days recuperating. Luke is to be left alone there until I sort out what we should do with the new information." The gang nodded and gathered Thier supplies. Luke silently looked at the footprints in the snow, and the shadows Tears healing made upon them.
Luke clutched his blankets and turned over facing the wall. He came with them to help, but now he was being held prisoner. This room didn't help at all, as it increased the effect ten times. His body ached and his mind became unsettled, begging for freedom from the constant walls he was always in. His whole life he had been trapped in a mansion, he was trapped by the memories of Akzeriuth, and he was trapped in the web of hate from his companions.
"God Dammit!" He punched the wall creating a small crator. He knew he would pay for it but he didn't care right now, Suddnley he heard a knock at the door and stiffened. He laid quietly as the it creaked open and shut soon after. Small foot steps echoed across the floor and stopped by the bed.
"Luke?"
It was Tear, he could tell by the harmonious tone in her voice. The scent of flowers echoed off of her as well, making her very presence soothing. He sat up and looked at her to notice she had a tray of food in her hands.
"I was finally able to bring you some food." she said. Luke's stomach rumbled, begging him to eat the delicious buffet. He complied and began eating the sandwhich on the platter. Tear pulled up a chair and sat next to him as he ate.
"What do you mean 'finally'?" he asked inbetween bites. He saw her become disheartend and look twoards the wall.
"Asch was in charge of guarding your door, he wouldn't let me in to give you food." Luke chuckled in disgust at the noble. It didn't surprise him in the least.
"Alright Luke I have to take off your bandages." He flinched when her hands inched around his chest, pulling off the bloody cloth.
"...Some of your wounds reopened. I guess I'll have to treat those again." She mumbled. He shrugged and waited as she put more gels on the wounds. She stopped suddenly making him look at her confused. He felt her tracing some of the scars on his chest, entranced by them. Her touch was soft and warm as they traced each bump of the scarred tissue. His cheeks suddenly burned red making him stammer.
"U..hh.Tear..what are ..you doing?" She stopped and realized what she was doing and looked away embarrassed.
"I..Was just..wondering where you got all those. There's so many.." she added in a quiet note. He himself started tracing the scars remembering each of the memories everyone of them held.
"Some are from fights, others from falls and tumbles, and these ones.." He traced the giant ones on his chest quietly. "..Are from my first encounter of that bear monster." Tear nodded silently still looking at it. Somehow she felt guilty for all the wounds he had endured, if they had not spoken of him so that time...would things be different?
They were mostly silent for the rest of the bandage change, trying not to look at one another. Luke found himslef back at the dream again that he had this morning, rembering the two men with Van. He had felt that it was more than just a dream, it was like a vision. He turned back to Tear, wondering if he should tell her. He prayed he wouldn't think he was crazy.
"Tear I had a strange dream last night..it was about Van." He saw her immediately stiffen from her work and looked up at him.
"What was it about?" She quickly asked. He began to describe the dream from every detail and watched her face frown in concern.
"Do you know who those guys could have been?" he asked.
"I don't know Luke, but from what you told, this seems to be more than a dream." Luke sighed in relief as she had come to the same conclusion as him.
"However if it is true, that would mean that Van has the secret to kill this 'replica'. Which I believe might be you." Luke flopped back on the bed, squishing his eyes with his hands in frustration.
"Why is it always me?" He grumbled. He heard Tear gather her supplies and head out the door.
"Luke if you have anymore of these dreams tell me. Other than that I'll try to get you out of here soon, hold on." She left, leaving him alone again in the white walled room.
"God I hate walls." he growled.
"Really 'Replica'? I think your meant for one another." He opened his eyes to see the red haired god general in his room.
"Asch, why has the young noble come into my lovely little cage?" Luke seethed. Suddenly Asch stomped towards him, anger flaring in his eyes.
"What the Hell did you just call me?!"
Asch grabbed Luke's arms and shoved him against the wall, making Luke wince in pain.
"Don't ever talk to me in that tone 'Replica'! You have no idea what it was like for me when you stole my life! If I had my way I would cut you down now! But if I must keep you alive, you will be put to some use! You will listen to everything I say and do exactly what I tell you! Understand?!" Asch paused making sure the replica absorbed the information in it's tiny brain. Before he knew it he was slammed onto the floor with Luke's hand around his throat.
"Replica this, Replica that, I'm so God Damn sick of it! Listen to me Asch, I will never be anyone's puppet again. And I'm sick of you complaining about how I stole your life! Do you think I had any God Damn choice in the matter!? Do you?! Well I'm making this choice now! You can take it back! I don't want to be in that suffocating place anymore! Have the mother that never loved me! Have the father who ignored my existence! I won't be caged anymore!" He saw Asch squirm in anger under his grip.
"You..MONTSER!" Asch growled.
"I rather be a Monster than your damned Replica anymore!" Luke had enough. he darted out the door leaving a hacking Asch in the room. He ran out of the Inn, ignoring people's shocked stares at his broken body.
'Everyone whats me caged, everyone wants me dead! Not anymore!'
He kept running until he was out of sight from people. He placed his hands on his knees, gasping for breath. He felt himself calm down a bit from running. It helped him work off his pent up energy. He sat down and stared at the town from a tall hill he was upon. He knew he had to go back eventually but wasn't in the mood for it right now. The only reason he would was because he promised Tear that he'd come with her. He wasn't low enough to betray a good freind like her. Luke felt himself placing a hand on his bandaged chest, remembering her soft touch,
"Is that what she really is...A good friend.." He whispered to himself. Another thought creeped into mind making him sigh.
"Crap, when I get back i have a feeling their all gonna be pissed at me. Especially Asch." He sat there for a second before taking back his words.
"Acutally Asch can just kiss my ass."
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:D lucky chapter 13 done. Little fact: I was born on Friday the 13th. So it's my favorite number!
It actually won me 400 in a 2 scratch ticket, oh yes that was a fun day. Other than that sorry for the long update. I'm trying to get a Kingdom Hearts fic going but don't worry I'll continue this one!