10.05.12 - I watched this weird movie with all those Hollywood characters mashed up in a big parody (Narnia parody)
My plot bunny.
It is dead.
;A;
12.05.12 – It IS DONE.
Natsu stood there, dumbfounded, as the weird cat squirmed frantically, trying to edge the tip of his tail away from the oncoming death. His brain stopped working for a moment. What was happening? Wasn't he supposed to kill Zero and… he was… angry?…
The poor dragon really had problems with focusing on many tasks at the same time, really… But when the unexpected creature let out a yieep of utter fear, he acted.
It wasn't a zombie, so he helped. Right.
Running up, dust falling off his head and shoulders, he grabbed the feline with his right hand and crushed the chain. Pulling harshly, Natsu freed it from the metal clutches - just as the laser begun to burn though the place its tail was supposed to be.
There was a while of silence where they both stared as it cut though the table.
The cat remained immobile, shell shocked, and then it's eyes filled with tears, and much to the dragon's surprise – it threw itself at his hand, wailing as loudly as it could.
"T-Thank y-y-you! Wa-Wa-Waaaachhh!~"
Jumping slightly at so much sound in such an inappropriate place, mind him – a zombie infected, creepy machine, with Zero awaiting a bit before him – Natsu could only stick his hand to the cat's mouth and let out a hissing "Shhhhh!", turning around in all directions and trying to catch any suspicious noises over the muffled sobs.
He found none. Sighing in relief and collapsing on the ground, he stared at the blue, talking person that he just saved – and wondered what to do.
It was definitely hard to do, considering he was also busy fighting off that irrational anger at having to delay the epic ass-kicking he was rather close to doing. His hands started shaking slightly, needing to punch.
It attracted attention from the sobbing cat.
"Are you afraid of me?"
Natsu snapped out of his inner musings and blinked at him owlishly. "Huh?"
"I asked." The cat repeated nervously, trying to wipe off the tears from the fur on its cheeks. "if you are afraid of me, aye."
The dragon tilted his head to the side, and regarded the feline that was currently sitting on his lap.
It was the size of a plushie.
It was blue.
Big eyes.
Four paws.
A tail.
Cat.
It spoke.
"Nah, I think you're awesome. The thing is…" He grinned, but instead of reassuring the unexpected companion, he was met with more sudden tears. "-Hey! What's wrong, um-"
"H-Happy." It spoke. "I'm H-Happy."
Natsu nodded, urging him on with a frown. "What is wrong!"
"I-I" Happy sobbed, looking at him. "I-It's just… I'm supposed to be taller, aye."
"Huh?"
"A-And not furry."
"Wait, what are you talking about-"
"I was supposed to be human!" Happy burst out, and then covered his face with his paws and started wailing again. "But he kidnapped me and made me drink something that changed me into this!"
Lucy took a small step forward, her insides burning in fear. She was alone. Completely alone.
The lit up key didn't make her range of vision any better as she slowly, och so slowly took a step forward, trying not to make even a bit of noise. White clashed with red moonlight and black darkness, twisting everything around her into the most scary shapes and forms, making her flinch at nonexistent footsteps and cringe at the hollow whistle of the wind.
She was currently out of the corridor she chose as her patch, and marched into a scarlet… clearing, of some sorts. The ground was littered with remains of walls, cracked and crumbling, each posing as a potential place of a hiding zombie. She gulped. There was absolutely no roof, so she saw the floor above her, and one more, and than just the purple sky and the red moon.
Something was moving about this sky.
It made her uneasy.
Taking in the stomach-wrenching silence and aura of claustrophobia before her, Lucy again started having doubts. Her hands were shaking slightly and sweat was dripping down her face.
She couldn't back away now, even if she wanted. The crack was too big to jump over, even more so in a long dress.
And there was that feeling… that if she will turn around, she'll die.
She will not die.
Her lips parted as she started breathing in the dusty air, and whispered as quietly as she could:
"Open… A door to the compass constellation… Pyxis."
There was a slight move of air and she shivered, but then, the bird was there. Compass on the head, spinning around few times before it pointed at the north, and it turned around to match the directions.
"No, no." She whispered in a hushed tone, picking up the spirit's attention. "Show me the directions of any enemy in this area, all right?"
The bird nodded, hearing the clear shush and urgency in her voice, and restraining itself from making the usual 'PIKUUU!~' cry. Instead, it closed its eyes and begun to concentrate.
The needle of the compass started to move around with the likeness of a radar, and after few, long moments, it raised a feathered wing and pointed…
Right behind her.
In the black alleyway right behind her.
Lucy suddenly felt a wave of magical power responding to the bird's faint energy usage and her stomach twisted - before it minced itself into a little ball, as a deep, rumbling, frightening growl resounded behind her back, making her long hair tumble over her shoulders and expose her neck with the gust that followed.
No, it wasn't a gust.
It was magic itself.
The blonde's expression was terror-struck as she felt her legs turn into jelly and her brain cease working. She knew that she needed to turn around… Fast.
So, she did.
Pyxis caught her collar and flied up, just as an ominous wave of power shot out in her direction - shaking the ground as if an earthquake happened - and covering everything it touched with odd, red splinters. The compass backed away from the foe, flapping it's wings frantically and squealing as it tried to protect both its mistress and itself, the device on its head swirling in disarray.
The distance made Lucy unable to see their enemy clearly, but she could see two, shining points, floating in the darkness, fixed on her. She gulped in dread, waiting for the creature to approach her and be finally identified.
And then, she will fight it, right?...
Gajeel was running in complete darkness, his keen senses making him able to see in the pitch-black, even if it wasn't too much. He cursed violently as he tripped over some rubble that fell down on the ground in the moment of the sudden quake, speeding up as it made a huge rattle on the floor and attracted the undead he knew that weren't there, but thanks to no source of light, he was kind of more believing in it than being one hundred percent sure.
The occurrence that parted him and Lucy worried him a big deal - and he was completely serious while saying it. Nirvana was incapable of being affected by an earthquake, and he knew about nothing that could make the giant machine shake with as much force as it did - really. So far as he knew, his only sane answer was that it could be one of the systems.
And, even though he doubted the idea… one of Zero's troops.
But that was impossible. Yeah, impossible.
Gajeel didn't want to imagine what would happen to Natsu's precious princess if she had to face off with something that made a huge-ass machine quake so easily.
Plus, not now.
Not when there was one more sanity problem with him…
With every step he took towards the fourth lacryma, a gut-wrenching, icy feeling that appeared in his chest earlier was expanding and intensifying. He had absolutely no idea what it could be, but it was terrible and nauseous, making his limbs shiver with small quakes and sweat steam down his forehead.
Did he get some sort of a disease from the damned corpses? He wondered.
No, it couldn't be it. Definitely. Gajeel was a dragon, and dragons did not get sick so easily… Zero, too, would get ill at that rate, and he spend much more time surrounded by rotting corpses than him. And the mad bastard claimed he studied them, too.
But, he was an alchemist. He could make a potion for himself...
Anyway.
He hated it with passion and it was pissing him off-
Suddenly, another quake shook the floor under him. Alarmed, he stopped like a deer in the headlights, and then attached himself to a wall nearest to him, definitely not zombie-occupied.
Much to his surprise was, when it stopped almost just as immediately. A long moment later, he even guessed that he probably felt it only because he had his enchanted senses.
Or, he was going mad because of this something in his chest.
Squinting to see, Gajeel tried to find any dangerous cracks in the ceiling or the floor from his safe spot, but failed to see any.
Instead, the dragon picked up a smell of intense magic ahead, and turned his head in the direction he was heading to.
There was a light in the distance. A little, red light, urging him to go on as his stomach turned and twisted with the unfamiliar chill.
So, he did, a bit slower than before, checking the floor cautiously, but still.
She needed to finally gather up her courage and fight it – Lucy thought, stressed out of her mind as the thing in the dark haven't attempted to move in a full minute.
She even considered making the first move, but Pyxis sensed her hesitation and just floated few meters above the ground, waiting for a sure order.
Instead, she was more focused on the earlier task of forcing herself to make herself produce a sure order:
Fight like Natsu. Natsu was never afraid of anything.
Or Like Loke, always ready to take on a hard quest when it was needed.
She tried. She tried to make a resolve, staring into those two, ghostly points as they seemingly floated in the darkness.
She will see Natsu smile again.
She will see Natsu smile again.
Her eyes averted, and then stared back again.
You can do this, Luce.
Recalling the way Natsu loved to call her, she gripped her whip tightly, and partially relaxed her body. Taking a deep breath and preparing herself for any incoming attack as she focused a bit more on the task at hand, the blonde finally told Pyxis to land and save energy, but be ready to dodge.
You can do this, Luce. She thought again, moving her high-heeled shoes until she was standing in a more fight-fitting position. Imagining Natsu encourage her so much seemed to work.
Maybe because if he was here, he would be doing exactly what she imagined.
You can do this, Luce! So don't be afraid!
She gulped and allowed herself to inspect the white splinters, her Spirit staring at the enemy sternly, careful for any sudden moves. They were red, but guessing the light, they were actually white. Ivory, even. Something about them didn't seem right.
That brought a frown to her face. Moving her toe just a bit further, she touched one, and gasped as it left the tip of her shoe almost cut through.
Sharp! Just what in the world was this thing?-
Pyxis stiffened on her shoulders, outstretching his wings and taking a flying stance in a flash, what made her look away and back at the creature.
It was finally coming towards them!
But…
The slowness of it surprised her. It appeared… not to be urgent at all.
Like it knew… it will win.
Narrowing her eyes, she saw a moving outline slithering out of the shadows, and then into the red light, painting the white bone crimson.
And this was the moment.
Her eyes went wide.
Her breath hitched.
Natsu slowly faded from her mind.
Her resolve cracked… and shattered.
Before her, lazily coming out of the place of its hiding, was a dragon.
A dead dragon.
A skeleton.
A great, mighty Dracolich, larger than Natsu, larger than Ignir, larger than any dragon she saw before, coming towards her in its cracking and snapping glory, a bone in the throat rumbling slightly as it prepared to roar.
Bone splinters.
It was breathing bones at her.
And what was the worst?
A pulsing gem, oozing and steaming with borderline infinitive power… the very lacryma she was searching for and hoping to destroy…
Placed right in its chest, in the spot for the Dragon pearl.
Ultimately protected by the dead.
Cue, I am going to be dead in the next three, two, one…
*Thrown into a cage full of rabid fangirls*
The action is getting real thick! Lucy's opponent – A DEAD DRAGON, THE DRACOLICH – Is revealed! Och no – than, what will be the horrors that Loke and Gajeel will face!
WILL LUCY SURVIVE? WILL SHE SEE NATSU SMILE AGAIN? OR IS HE GOING TO BE GONE FROM HER MIND FOREVER! D:
Moreover! Gajeel gets a very, very bad, maddening feelings!
Happy was a human? ARGH! How is this possible! Well, we know that it is, but the real question it – How will Natsu react at one more bad deed and a sad face that went under suffering – by the hands of his enemy, no less!
What about charle, since we know that the other Eksheeds are going to be in the story?
AND THE MOST IMPORTANT QUESTION:
WHERE THE HELL IS LEVY AND WENDY?
:O
REVIEW, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!
~HeartGold12