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WIthout further adeiu, chapter 2: Child of Consequence!
Chapter 2: Child of Consequence
Finally I have a breather. I lay with my head down on my office desk, staring blankly at the myriad of monitors flashing ghost-like before my tired, blurry eyes. I am not really watching, I'll admit; rather just looking, black and white flickers of movement that go unregistered in my brain. Maybe that's why I hardly noticed when everything...stopped.
Not gone black, mind you, or fizzed out,but actually stopped, like some children's game when someone shouts "Freeze!" and everybody does it. There on screen 12, McCoy hung permanantly suspended in time as he reached for his coffee. On screen 6, a diver splashed into a pool- and the thousands of tiny droplets of water hung in mid-air like glittering diamonds. A deathly silence, too, had come over the room, a silence so loud you can barely stand to listen.
Reaching out, I tapped one of the screens.
Nothing.
I tapped harder now. I beat my palm against it. Rap, tap, bam.
Still...nothing.
The world hung, breathless and void, frozen in a single instant.
Worthless piece of..." I mutter under my breath.
But something moved- I saw it in the corner of my eye.
I whirled around in my chair, and the look on my face must have been priceless, I assure you. My office was exactly the same as it was before. There's a desk, a fan, a chair. The door is locked. No one can get in here. (No one can get out...)
But there was a boy.
Small, yes, and dark skinned, although covered in loose, flowing purple robes that covered him and hid his eyes from me completely, so that I stared into empty blackness.
What is this? Am I being shown something?
"Who are you?" I demand. "How did you get here?"
I glance back at the monitor screens. Everyone is still stone and unmoving, no life, no breath, like wooden dolls.
And then the boy speaks, grinning hideously.
He does not speak in words. His twisting mouth moves and forms silent syllables. No, I do not hear his voice with my ears. Rather it is crawling inside my skull. His arms and legs spin wildly, in some macabre dance as he speaks, like a marionnette.
You are being shown something. We show you what you cannot see.
"W-what are you?" I stammer. "What do you want from me?!"
There is something vastly horrifying about this boy. I do not know what it is. I cannot put my finger on it.
The boy cocked his head, the black hole that was his eyes staring emptily into mine. It twisted as it spoke again, dancing wraithlike in the air with wild, exaggerated movements.
Do you ever listen to them?
I furrow my brow. "Them who?" He points jerkily, and finally brings his finger to a rest. The screens. He's pointing at the screens.
"Of course not," I answer. "They're crazy."
I looked at him with a strange, crawling anticipation in my gut. The feeling was mixed with horror and an absurd urge to burst into hysterical and unsettling laughter. It made me feel like dancing and throwing up and the same time. The boy twisted and clapped. The silence had become very loud.
Then the boy looked up at me, and I swear his face...changed.
It was not the face of a boy, but a man. Silver hair flowed down his shoulders. Dragon-green eyes, tilted with madness, bored into mine. And then there was a light, a great and primordial light, crashing down on me like a hammer. A huge lancet of pain slipped into my head, cutting from temple to temple, dividing my mind like an orange. When I fell, I knew no more.
*** "Phil?"
"Yeah, whaddaya want?"
"The new Supervisor...Alexiel? She goes to see Sephirtoh tomorrow, doesn't she?"
"Oh yeah, she does. Wish her luck with that crazy bastard."
AN: AAAAh! Sorry so long! I promise it won't happen again *sweatdrops* Next chapter- Alexiel meets Sephiroth! *grins maniacally* Watch for it soon! And review review review- did I mention review?
Finally I have a breather. I lay with my head down on my office desk, staring blankly at the myriad of monitors flashing ghost-like before my tired, blurry eyes. I am not really watching, I'll admit; rather just looking, black and white flickers of movement that go unregistered in my brain. Maybe that's why I hardly noticed when everything...stopped.
Not gone black, mind you, or fizzed out,but actually stopped, like some children's game when someone shouts "Freeze!" and everybody does it. There on screen 12, McCoy hung permanantly suspended in time as he reached for his coffee. On screen 6, a diver splashed into a pool- and the thousands of tiny droplets of water hung in mid-air like glittering diamonds. A deathly silence, too, had come over the room, a silence so loud you can barely stand to listen.
Reaching out, I tapped one of the screens.
Nothing.
I tapped harder now. I beat my palm against it. Rap, tap, bam.
Still...nothing.
The world hung, breathless and void, frozen in a single instant.
Worthless piece of..." I mutter under my breath.
But something moved- I saw it in the corner of my eye.
I whirled around in my chair, and the look on my face must have been priceless, I assure you. My office was exactly the same as it was before. There's a desk, a fan, a chair. The door is locked. No one can get in here. (No one can get out...)
But there was a boy.
Small, yes, and dark skinned, although covered in loose, flowing purple robes that covered him and hid his eyes from me completely, so that I stared into empty blackness.
What is this? Am I being shown something?
"Who are you?" I demand. "How did you get here?"
I glance back at the monitor screens. Everyone is still stone and unmoving, no life, no breath, like wooden dolls.
And then the boy speaks, grinning hideously.
He does not speak in words. His twisting mouth moves and forms silent syllables. No, I do not hear his voice with my ears. Rather it is crawling inside my skull. His arms and legs spin wildly, in some macabre dance as he speaks, like a marionnette.
You are being shown something. We show you what you cannot see.
"W-what are you?" I stammer. "What do you want from me?!"
There is something vastly horrifying about this boy. I do not know what it is. I cannot put my finger on it.
The boy cocked his head, the black hole that was his eyes staring emptily into mine. It twisted as it spoke again, dancing wraithlike in the air with wild, exaggerated movements.
Do you ever listen to them?
I furrow my brow. "Them who?" He points jerkily, and finally brings his finger to a rest. The screens. He's pointing at the screens.
"Of course not," I answer. "They're crazy."
I looked at him with a strange, crawling anticipation in my gut. The feeling was mixed with horror and an absurd urge to burst into hysterical and unsettling laughter. It made me feel like dancing and throwing up and the same time. The boy twisted and clapped. The silence had become very loud.
Then the boy looked up at me, and I swear his face...changed.
It was not the face of a boy, but a man. Silver hair flowed down his shoulders. Dragon-green eyes, tilted with madness, bored into mine. And then there was a light, a great and primordial light, crashing down on me like a hammer. A huge lancet of pain slipped into my head, cutting from temple to temple, dividing my mind like an orange. When I fell, I knew no more.
"Yeah, whaddaya want?"
"The new Supervisor...Alexiel? She goes to see Sephirtoh tomorrow, doesn't she?"
"Oh yeah, she does. Wish her luck with that crazy bastard."
AN: AAAAh! Sorry so long! I promise it won't happen again *sweatdrops* Next chapter- Alexiel meets Sephiroth! *grins maniacally* Watch for it soon! And review review review- did I mention review?