Darkness swelled in her being when mother destroyed her heart. The heart that kept them both alive. For second, as if a white light had flashed before her vision, she felt a tinge of something. As if mother hadn't even thought of her life when the heart was crushed under her grip.
Was it regret?
Disbelief?
Had they even succeeded?
She didn't know. She could only sense darkness, and a powerful ache swell in her body.
Did she even have a body anymore?
Was she... even alive?
That thought was proven right when all her senses came to her suddenly. The air was thick with smoke and dust, she knew. Her lungs burned and her head ached. But something new swelled in her heart. A new feeling she had never felt.
She wanted to cry.
But her body prevented her from doing so. Her throat was clogged with tears, but alas, they could never surface her eyes. She felt freedom in a sense, in a way she had never felt.
That blood thirst she always longed for was gone. Disappeared from her soul. She did not crave blood anymore, to see the gruesome sight of somebody dying in her hands, the sight that she saw most beautiful.
The faint sound of an explosion awakened her senses. Her sight was disabled, but her hearing felt much stronger. Oh how badly she wanted to see, to look upon the earth she was laying on. She craved to see, but it was failing her right now.
But yet, she wasn't annoyed, frustrated with the body she was born with. She felt at ease, even if she felt weak and tired.
"There's a girl over here!" Her heart raced with panic when she heard a voice. Yet she could not move. It was as if the life-fibers in her body were frozen and refused to warm up.
She could not see.
She could not move.
She could only hear.
"Isn't that-?!"
"I believe it is!"
"Quick! Handcuff her before she awakens!" Another moment of silence fell as she heard the clanking of heavy boots grow louder and louder.
"Sir... we can't,"
"My god..." She heard shock in the man's voice. It was that moment that she came to realize something. The life fibers, the red threads that ran throughout her body, were either dormant or gone completely. Which meant...
...She had no arms.
"Let's just carry her to the truck. We'll alarm the student council. Maybe they can figure her punishment," The man spoke, before she felt hands grab her torso and legs. She wanted to scream and kick them away, but her body was still paralyzed...
Soon enough, she hit cold floor, and finally was released of her frozen state. Her one good eye snapped open as she panted. She was against a wall, two shadows overlooking her form.
"We're just going to keep you in here until further instruction," One shadow spoke, the other one nodding in agreement. They turned and started to walk out which caused her heart to lurch.
"H-Hey! Get back here!" She tried to shout, but her voice betrayed her. Instead, it came out as high-pitched squeaks. Both figures turned to her, but chuckled and left her in the empty room. Once the heavy door closed, she was left with a dim light from the ceiling. The floor and wall were cold, and without her arms, she couldn't conserve body heat. Her long, golden hair served as some cushion to the wall, but it still wasn't much.
She brought her legs up to her chest, starting to shiver.
Why did she feel this way?
She no longer felt that trance, that devious streak that coursed through her veins.
Was it because mother was dead?
Was she... free?
Was Nui free from her heartless soul?
The prologue to my second novel is now up! As you can tell, it's from Kill la Kill. Hope this run comes out good! Like always, Favorite, Follow, or Review!
PS: Also, I'd like to warn those that there's a good chance of OOC-ness on Nui's part. I'll do my best to give her some of her old personality, but for the sake of this story, she's most likely going to be de-characterized. I apologize in advance.