Comments~ Credit goes to Gunzablaze1 for inspiring me with this chapter whilst we were rping! My character took a few too many Relaxation pills when she realized she was about to have an axiety attack, resulting in a peculiar trip to the hospital. Inspiration goes up to the point with the rag [I loved that horrific-like scene so I had to use it ;] ]. Anyhoo, I was completely stumped to be honest about another chapter, so I just did this XP Sorry if its really confusing, I'm trying out different ways to make readers think [AND ITS FAILING DX]. Heehee, hope you enjoy~ =] Sorry for the complete suckage *hides* I HAVEN'T WROTE IN AGES, GO EASY ON ME DX
XD Enjoy~ =)
|| Chapter [Twenty-Nine] ||
Twisted Reality
Excited ice blue eyes shot to the window in a split second, taking in the autumn trees as they flew past the car that was being driven quickly. Her hands happily tapped her thighs, as if a tune was being played in her head no one else could hear, as her eyes seemed to brighten and her face lit up; her lips twisted into a large smile, somewhat childishly as she continued to watch. The smell of hair dye emitted from her now deep wine red hair that had been dyed only a few hours ago. Her hair was tied back letting her bangs fall over the sides of her flushed face; a few strands had escaped the band and were gently curling around her neck, giving her hair an even more casual look. She was wearing a denim skirt that was loose around her legs with folds along the edges that came to her knees, her legs were tightly covered by green tights and she was wearing a beautifully simple white shirt with butterflies on the sides. On her feet were simple white sneakers; comfortable to wear. Outlined by her cloths, which was quite obvious to see, was a bump. Her stomach was a little larger then usual, sticking out from the rest of her almost stick thin figure. Her eyes continued to watch the outdoors as she was being driven somewhere; where she didn't know. She didn't even care; her mind was too fuzzy to even think about that. All she could remember was being taken out of her kitchen by the pretty white headed Yeshua and carefully put into the car as she moaned she'd rather play then have a car ride.
The car bounced a little on the road, making a little 'oh' leave her lips as she put her hand on her stomach, grinning happily like a child. "Teehee, baby found that fun," she smiled rubbing her stomach gently. Her eyes were mischievous as she turned her head to the white headed boy sitting beside her, driving the car they were in. His eyes were concentrating on the road, but were strangely dull. However, Faith hadn't picked up on that; her mind was too blurred to notice how different his eyes were.
"Yeshua …" she called childishly, hanging onto her words to make his name longer. Her fingers ran up the side of the window, holding delicately on the frame as she frowned a little, her head swayed gently before she smiled again. With her other hand she hit her thigh, putting her tongue on her lip. "I think …" she pointed at him, taking her hand off her thigh. "I think you are pretty."
The smile on his face was just as strange and unreadable as his eyes, though yet again she didn't notice. She took the smile as a happy thing, that she had complimented him. Giggling like a kid speaking to a boy they had a crush on, she felt her cheeks burn red a little. Again her mind became distracted as her palm found the cold glass of the window again, drawing her head to it.
Faith bit her lip in a dizzy way, her actions were weird and not like they normally were. She moved a lot, like a fidgeting child; as if someone had drugged her. Swaying a little to the side, she made her teeth let go of her bottom lip. "Where is Gaignun?" she asked, blinking hard as she tried to get memories.
"Look!" Yeshua excitedly said, gaining her attention. She looked at his finger that was pointing to the sky, making her look in that direction. "Birds, Faith. Look at the birds."
"Oh …" she became so distracted looking out the window screen she had forgotten her question, along with whatever messed up thoughts she had of Gaignun. Her mouth was parted as she started at the black shapes in the sky, dancing around with their wings. She couldn't help but let her ice blue eyes brighten in joy, and curiosity.
"Have you dyed your hair?" he asked her, breaking his lock on the road to look at her.
Faith looked at him, swaying again a little. A frown appeared on her face, something confused and angry at the same time. Her arm moved back, letting her hand grab her soft pony tail. Her hair was long enough for her to bring it to her ice blue eyes. Once she had brought her hair to her face, she stared at the red locks, her body moving slightly from the ride. Her other hand reached up, flicking her hair playfully as she screwed up her face. "I wanted blonde," she said like a disappointed child about to have a tantrum.
"Like Alice?" he smiled. "With beautiful blue eyes and shinning blonde hair."
"I want to go to Wonderland!" she yelled excitedly, punching the air like a five year old. Excitement ran through her veins as she thought about going to such a wonderful place.
"That's where we are going," he smiled, turning the car. Faith's eyes widened at this as she sat up in her seat, wanting to jump up for joy.
"Will baby be able to come too?!" she asked, rubbing her stomach happily.
"We're going for baby," he told her, his voice a little off with that sentence, but again Faith didn't see it.
In a few minutes, Yeshua had driven them to a car park. Neatly, he parked the car in front of the white building. Faith's eyes looked around in curiosity as she died to get out and explore, smell the crisp air in her nose and feel the cold autumn sun on her skin. Getting out of the car, Yeshua quickly made his way to Faith's side, opening the door for her politely. He took her by the arm and wrist, holding her close to him as she attempted to move away. He was keeping strangely calm about the situation as Faith moved in a wonky line, unable to walk straight. Her eyes kept darting from one place to another, and if he had noticed she was acting drugged up, he didn't say anything. Though it was more then obvious she was. She had taken or someone had given her something.
"You brought him here?!" he yelled down her ear.
"You'd have killed me if I came alone,"
"You know I can't,"
"Good for me and all the others that will die, hmm?"
"Don't speak like that! You sick girl!" he yelled. Pain flooded her senses as she cried out, falling to the floor in a small heap after hearing a sickening crack.
"Are you … putting that in my tummy?" Faith innocently asked the man dressed up in the white coat. There was a little bit of fear in her expression as she saw the long needle in his hand, being filled with a clear drug. She was sitting on a patients bed, her feet dangled off the edge as she looked around the plain white room, which she had told Yeshua all about how boring she found it.
"I'm going to inject it into the baby," he told her, running a hand through his brown locks. Yeshua stood to the side of Faith, rubbing her shoulder gently as to sooth her.
"Will it hurt?" she asked him, hunching her shoulders as he drew close to her. She looked at the needle, bringing her lips into her mouth like a frightened child.
"You'll feel a small pinch," he said, standing in front of her. He placed the tip of the needle on her skin, before pushing down and piercing it. She turned her head to the side, wincing slightly as he continued to push it in. Once he was satisfied, he emptied the liquid out into the baby growing in her stomach. Quickly he pulled the syringe back out, and began to put it away.
"Good girl," Yeshua applauded in her ear, kissing Faith's cheek. She smiled shyly, moving her hands down to play with the sheets she sat on. "You're a good girl."
"Good girl," she repeated, bringing her hand to his face. Fascinated with the kiss he had given her on the cheek, she touched his soft lips with her index finger, smoothing over it as she smiled.
"Very good girl," he said, kissing her fingers. Giggling, she brought her hands down and began to swing her legs, her toes just brushing across the cold, cream tiled floor. Her skin tingled from where his lips had touched her and she giggled yet again.
"Did you give her the medicine?" the doctor asked Yeshua, looking at him so seriously he looked almost morbid.
"I gave her those sweets, if that's what you mean," Yeshua answered in a tone that only the doctor would understand. After a minute he nodded, looking at Faith who was happily looking around the room.
Sighing a little, he moved over to the white cupboard by the door. His hands fished around before finding what he wanted, and then he moved to the draw, taking out a fresh, clean white rag. It was a simple thing, probably used to clean wounds. In his hand was a brown bottle he had taken from the cupboard, and in a split second he had covered the rag in the foul smelling liquid he tried not to smell himself. Yeshua tensed up a little, soothing over oblivious Faith's shoulder even more in an attempt to keep her calm, though she already was.
"Faith, may you do me a favour, please?" the doctor asked, standing near her. She looked at him with bright wide eyes, happy to agree with anything he said. "Can you smell this and tell me if it smells nice?"
A frown appeared on her face as she looked at the rag in his hand and something in her seemed to have clicked. Though her mind was still a daze she somehow figured something out; what it was, she didn't understand but she knew she shouldn't smell it. Shaking her head, she made a small look like a child would look at something they found sick. She tried to move back but Yeshua's strong hand was stopping her by pushing as gently as he could against her back. Her eyes looked at him, drenched in fear as she silently pleaded him for help.
"Hey, it's okay," he whispered in her ear, wrapping his arm around her body. As he did so, he reached his other hand out to the doctor, putting Faith's head in his chest so she couldn't see. The doctor quickly wiped Yeshua's hand in the liquid using the rag, before turning away, leaving Yeshua to do it and make her smell the alcohol that would send her unconscious.
"Honey," he whispered, lifting her head. She gave him a funny, confused look from the fact he called her 'honey'. "It's okay," he promised, bringing his hand just over her nose so she would be forced to inhale.
When the scent came near her, something triggered stronger in her mind then before. Her eyes widened as she squealed, turning her head away as she breathed in a deep breath of clean air. "Faith!" Yeshua said as he held her, trying to turn her head. Every time he had his hand at her nose she quickly turned away, fighting against him. She put her mouth to her shoulder, breathing out into the fabric and quickly breathing in a breath to hold.
"Help me," Yeshua told the doctor, who was watching with a quite amused expression.
Obeying his orders, the doctor went to Faith, taking her by the arms as he held her back. Not wanting to do it, but needing to, Yeshua gently held Faith's head with his gloved hand with enough strength so she couldn't turn away. Putting his alcohol drenched hand to her face; he waited for her to take a breath knowing she wouldn't be able to fight against the inevitable. Once she exhaled suddenly, they both held tighter onto her as she squirmed but eventually she breathed in; not being able to stand the ache of her lungs as she tried not to breathe. The foul strong scent made her gag and choke as she felt her lids shutting against her will. In a second she had fallen limp in their hands, and soon Yeshua had laid her out on the patient's bed for the doctor. With a final glance to Faith, he left her and waited in the hall, leaving the doctor to do his work.
A metallic smelling liquid ran down her face quickly dripping down to her collarbone and was soon absorbed by her shirt. The pain was unbearable as her body began to shut down, making her go unconscious so she wouldn't have to deal with it as she fought. Her head hung, making her hair dip into the thick liquid that was on her face. Her body bumped as the sound of an engine rang through her ears, though she was too weak to lift her head and find out what it was. She was too weak to do anything, or even understand what was going on. Her mind kept drifting in and out of consciousness, making the situation far worse. All she knew was she was badly injured and the last face she remembered was Gabriel's. Other then that, her mind was blank, concentrating on keeping her body alive as she was driven away somewhere.
"It's okay, it's going to be okay," a voice close to her said; one she couldn't register though it was familiar. "I'm taking you to the hospital. You're going to be okay, Faith."
Groggily, Faith woke up, her mind a bit of a blur as she was still drugged. "Ugh … Yeshua?" she called out before she could think of anything. She lay on the hard mattress; the white sheets were tucked neatly around her body. The room was light and white, just like it had been when they made her unconscious. The smell of the alcoholic substance still lingered in her nose as she struggled to push herself up. Her stomach was aching, and it felt weirdly empty though she didn't bother to look. Her eyes looked around the empty room, calling Yeshua again.
Pulling the sheets off, she could see blood smudged on her once pure white shirt she wore. She frowned a little, her shaking and slightly numb hands moved down to her flat belly, feeling it for longs minutes. Shaking her head, she bit her lip. "Baby … baby?" she asked her stomach, wanting to know where it had gone. A feeling of loneliness came upon her as she stared at her flat stomach.
"Your baby is in a better place now, Faith," a stern voice said to her. Turning her head quickly, she saw the doctor in the room, shutting the door quietly behind him. His emotionless blue eyes looked at her. "How are you feeling?"
"My tummy hurts," she moaned, leaning her back on the pillows as she whimpered. She screwed her eyes shut, trying to think of anything else but the pain but her mind was empty; there was nothing more for her to think about.
"The pain will go away shortly," he told her, moving to the end of the bed. He picked up the chart, looking over it carefully.
"Can … babies be born in the first few months?" she asked him, her hand moving back to stroke the pillows.
"No," he answered quickly. "We couldn't let you have your child because of the powers you posses. We are unsure whether these are genetic, because of your family member Robert Ackermann. I hope you can understand that. We did what was best for the world."
"Best … for the world …" she repeated, looking down.
"Yes, just like this," he said, moving down with a new syringe in his hand. Her eyes widened as he took her hand, sticking the needle painfully into her flesh.
"No, no, no!!" Faith screamed at the top of her lungs. Her cry in the small hospital private room grabbed Gaignun's attention straight away, making him almost leap from the chair he was sat in. He was dressed in his usual white shirt and black trousers, though he looked untidy. His face looked sleepier then usual, as if he had rarely slept over a long period of time. Faith's half sleep half awake mind had managed to make her legs kick the thick white sheets onto the floor, tearing them off her body. She was wearing her denim blue skirt, green tights and white shirt, though her shirt was drenched in dark red blood. Her wine red hair had become a mess from her squirming and a large bandage was around her head; that too was stained in fresh blood.
"Faith, calm down!" Gaignun said, grabbing her wrists. She continued to scream, her eyes still shut as she squirmed, fighting now against Gaignun and nothing at all but her nightmare. His hand quickly tore off her to press the red button above her bed, telling a doctor that he needed help. The sound of the machine that reordered her heart went faster as her heart pounded quicker.
Trying to keep her under control before she hurt herself, Gaignun went on the bed, straddling her waist as he leaned his weight gently on her. He took her hands, holding them down on the bed as a doctor ran in. "Calm, calm, breathe …" he whispered, leaning down to kiss her cheek tenderly.
"What happened?" the male doctor asked.
"She went into a state of panic, I believe," Gaignun said, helping to calm her body down. His closeness and his voice had soothed her, making her arms gently fall limp and her legs stopped kicking. He had learned the trick from his brothers, Albedo and Rubedo. As young kids, Albedo often had nightmares and he'd wake up in a panic, crying out for Rubedo even though he was still partially unconscious. To soothe him Rubedo would get as close to him as he could, and being his twin he was allowed to do such a thing. Proof that it worked was that Albedo would stop crying out, and he would slowly wake up, a little dazed. Though Rubedo would say the only reason he held Albedo down was because his yelling would wake up everyone, Gaignun knew it was because he wanted to calm him.
Unexpectedly, just as Gaignun had gotten off the bed, her lilac eyes shot open in a distress. She began to breathe quickly as her heart raced again; Gaignun was quick at the side of the bed. She stared at him with wide eyes, which were full of fear. She was confused; more then confused about where she was, what was wrong and why Gaignun was there. "Gaignun?" The last thing she could remember was that horrible doctor sticking a needle painfully in her hand. Looking at her side, she could see a tube attached to her, digging deep into her skin to get to her vein; just where the doctor injected her.
"Yeah, it's me," he smiled happily. "Shh, its okay, it's okay. You're in hospital; you had an accident. Are you okay?"
"They killed our baby!!" she screamed, letting the tears run down her face. Everything in her dream suddenly made sense; who's baby it was and the reasons as to why she could've been drugged. Chaos didn't want her to have Gaignun's baby, and so killed it; but how did she have a lump already? And could chaos really be capable of such a thing? Gaignun stared at her, wide eyed; not understanding what she was talking about. "Our baby!"
"Are you sure you weren't dreaming?" he asked her, trying not to be upset by her panicked and hopeless face. She looked down at her cloths, and then back up at Gaignun. As she spoke, she pushed herself to sit up properly, not feeling hurt or ill.
"I'm sure!" she said, looking him straight in the eye. "I had my red hair; I was wearing what I'm wearing now! Chaos drugged me and took me to the hospital and let them kill our baby!"
"Faith, you've been in the hospital all this time," Gaignun told her. "Gabriel pushed you down hard against the bed, making you split your head open. You've been unconscious for three days."
"No!! I'm sure they took our baby!!" she screamed again, her voice cracking.
"You may have had memories blended into present events," the doctor said, trying to keep the room calm. "It happens to everyone who has had injuries like you."
"But I slept with chaos years ago and I'm sure I didn't get pregnant!" she yelled. Gaignun's eyes widened at her words, unsure of how to take it. Shaking his head he forced whatever thoughts he had from his head. Yes, it may have been years ago; that didn't matter. All that mattered was that Faith obviously didn't love him; she loved Gaignun. "I didn't get pregnant!" she repeated in an almost hysterical way.
"Master Gaignun, may I test Faith to see if she is pregnant?" the doctor carefully asked.
"How will that help this situation?" he asked him, gently brushing Faith's hair.
"On an unconscious level, Faith may realize she is pregnant," he explained to Gaignun calmly. "Hence why she had such a nightmare during what happened," Faith shot a look to Gaignun, silently repeating that it was real. "Do you understand?"
"We … haven't been together long," Gaignun slowly said, finding it hard to believe his child could actually have started growing in Faith. "How could you know she's pregnant so early?"
"It doesn't take long for an egg to fully fertilize," he told him. "I'll give you two a few moments alone before I start the test."
The doctor slowly left the room, leaving fast breathing Faith to look at Gaignun. A sweat had appeared on her forehead as she stared, her legs feeling slightly numb from not moving. "Are … you mad?"
Gaignun quickly turned his head to her, looking shocked. His face turned soft as he placed a hand delicately on her cheek, making her skin tingle from his touch. "No, I never would be. I'm just … so very confused."
"That makes two of us," she smiled.
"Tell me about … this … dream you had," he told her, looking deep into her now lilac coloured eyes. "Once you do, I can tell you what happened."
"Alright," she nodded eager to find out what had happened. "I was … in the car … acting weird, like he had given me a drug. I couldn't think right, I acted like a kid … he took me to the hospital saying we were going to Wonderland," she cleared her throat, the words becoming harder to say as she went on. To calm her, Gaignun leaned foreword, putting a hand behind her head, his lips gently pushed against her cheek from time to time, helping her along. "At the hospital the Doctor gave me … the baby a medicine. It really hurt …" a tear ran down her face that he kissed away; the salty taste lingered on his lips. "They, they held onto me, forcing me to smell something that knocked me out. When they did they did something to the baby," hysteria bubbled on her words. "I woke up and my stomach was flat! I was looking exactly how I do now, but without the blood! They took our baby!"
He hushed her, tucking her hair behind her ear as he brushed his lips against hers. "Faith, you may not even be pregnant. It was just a dream … just a horrible nightmare …" he assured her as more tears began to flow down her cheeks. "Three days ago, the day after you put those Eye Colourants on, I went out to buy you a hair dye."
She frowned as memories began to quickly seep into her mind.
"Oh nice colour, Gaignun!" she happily said, kissing him on the cheek. "Wow, you sure do know what's nice. Sure you're not gay and secretly trained to be a hair stylist?"
"I hope not," he smiled. "Otherwise that would be a few problems for us both. And I'd be a terrible gay; my heart stolen by a woman rather then a man."
Faith happily smiled back. "Okay, I'll put it on!"
"Then we went to see Gabriel, like you had requested," he continued. "Whilst we were there I stayed and spoke with Damion, speaking about how we used to know each other. I'm sorry … I shouldn't have left you alone with your brother …" Gaignun said, leaning his forehead on hers.
Opening her mouth to speak, the creak of the opening door echoed through the room, disturbing their little bit of privacy. Gaignun was the first to turn around, leaving Faith to stare foreword, her eyes glazed. The words that the doctor wanted Gaignun to wait outside rung through her ears as she suddenly felt numb; she couldn't even feel the kiss properly that he planted on her lips. Gulping, she breathed deeply, unsure of whether there would be a baby inside of her or not. If there was, then … what would she and Gaignun do? And if there wasn't did that mean her 'dream' was right? If it even were a dream. Pondering on it, she thought the doctor could be right; her past memories could have blended into current events, hence why she in her nightmare had her cloths she wore and the hair it had been dyed. Her mind was in such a blur from the attack of Gabriel, it was understandable, though confusing.
"I'm going to get these tested, Mrs Kukai," he told her, heading for the door with his things in hand he had collected. Faith turned her head to him in a slight alarm.
"Mrs Kukai?!" she repeated, her eyes widened.
"Yes, the name Master Gaignun gave me," the doctor said, getting the door open with a press of a button. "Faith Kukai."
"Ah … sorry …" she whispered as he left, soon to be replaced by Gaignun.
Faith sighed, standing to her feet as she embraced him, clinging hard onto his shirt. A little taken back by the sudden hug, he smiled, holding her just as tightly. "How are you feeling? Does your head hurt?"
"Its fine …" she answered, nuzzling his chest affectionately. "I'm … I'm scared … Of the baby and of what I dreamt …"
"It was just a dream …" he told her. "Don't worry about that yet. We haven't got the results."
With Gaignun on another floor of the hospital, grabbing drinks and something for Faith to eat, she quickly jumped to her feet. Searching through the bag that was on the table by her bed, her shaking fingers quickly found the blue phone she was looking for. Sniffing, she tore the wire from her hand, gasping from the slight pain as she removed the drug that was being given to her. Blinking, she began to dial a number as she paced around the room, getting her numb legs used to walking again.
"Hello? Faith?" the concerned voice of chaos came into her ear. She nodded, and as if he could see the nod, he spoke. "I've been so worried about you. Gaignun told me what happened … are you alright?"
"I'm fine," she answered in a voice of velvet. She kept a little smile on her face as she continued to speak in a soft tone. "And how are you, Yeshua?"
"I'm … good," he answered, slightly stunned that she had used his old name.
"Have I ever taken an overdose?" she asked curiously. "Or some drug?"
"Well …" there was a long, readable pause that made Faith suspicious. "I believe you had done, yes. We had to take you to the hospital. You were in such a daze I'd be surprised if you manage to remember it properly. You had to have your stomach pumped."
"Where they empty everything inside it, right?" she asked; thinking about her stomach being emptied of the small, developing child.
"Yes," he answered; his voice a little shaky.
"Okay!" she happily said. "Hey, I have to go now. I'll try to speak to you later. Oh, chaos, one more thing."
"Yes?" he asked.
"You still haven't taken me to Wonderland," she said in an intense, almost fierce voice. The sound of a gasp could be heard, but she cut it short by hanging up the phone. A little smug smile came on her face, knowing chaos would now be forced to tell her the entire story. Still, she couldn't get rid of the anger she felt towards him and how sick he was for being the reason there was a lost baby; if her dream had been right, that was.
Faith put the phone back in the bag just in time as Gaignun came into the room. He carried a coffee in his one hand, two chocolate bars in the other along with a Chinese Chicken wrap for Faith and pushed against his chest was a bottle of coke, also for her. Gratefully, she smiled at him, helping with the things as she put them on the table. The first thing she did was take a drink of the coke, feeling great as the pop ran through her slightly weak body, soon to be putting needed sugar in her veins. She could feel the strain being unconscious for so long had on her body; it was a pain to walk and her heart almost felt numb. It was like she had slept too long and she didn't really enjoy it. Even her mind didn't feel right, and that was probably from the hit. She loved how Gaignun didn't allow them to use Nano Technology on her wound; he understood her strange dislike towards it.
"The Doctor wants you to be resting," he smirked knowing his words wouldn't have any effect on trying to convince her rest.
"I've been resting for three days Gaignun," she almost whined, beginning to take off the plastic wrapper that covered the wrap. "Have you been here the entire time?"
"I had to leave a few times when emergencies had arisen," he explained to her, before nodding to a laptop bag leaning on the end of the bed. "Other then that I've been here, working and waiting for you to wake up."
"You're … sweet," she smiled. "Bet I have a lot to catch up on, don't I? Three days sleeping … damn that's long enough for D-Day start and end."
"Happy thoughts," he smirked.
"Yep!" she nodded sarcastically.
The door opened, drawing the couple's attention. With a few words, Faith was being dragged out in the hallway, to speak to the doctor in private; her heart pounding quickly against her chest as she stole one final glance to Gaignun. He waited, slightly anxious of what the doctor was telling her. Just as soon as he sat down on the end of the bed, he heard her screaming, making his eyes widen. Worried, he quickly darted out the room to find Faith pacing from one wall to the other, her feet quick and her body shaking. A sweat had already appeared on her forehead and just as Gaignun came out into the hall, she was facing him, her hands on his arms.
"It was here! It was here! They took the baby here!" she yelled, her eyes widening. He opened his mouth to try and calm her, but she yelled again before he had a chance to speak. "The room is here, Gaignun! It's here, there's going to be some proof! I need your help to find it."
"Faith I think you need to calm down …" he whispered.
"No!" she yelled. "Trust me, it's here. I know it, it was real, okay? It was real! Help me find it, Gaignun. You have to help me find it."
