Leviathan's Daughter GoldenEagle
Author's Note: Another short installment. I liked writing this one, though. Go to my profile! I have a coooooool pic there! YAH! I haven't posted this in a while because of momentary, Leviathan's Daughter writer's block. Plus, I got grounded from the computer (I shouldn't be on it now and I'm in a mad rush to get it posted before Mum gets home!) So, here it is! And check out my profile picture! And read and review! And enjoy! And... Okay, shutting up now.
Chapter Forty-Three
Moments before the last scene...
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Persephone was overly upset, she knew so herself. She had calmed herself enough to stop running and start walking, and she cursed herself for being so weak. Those who passed her by looked at her a little too long, but none tried to stop her. They knew better than to mess with her. Among her own tears, she felt the slightest tremor. A part of her feared the worst (at least, she thought so at the time) would come, and she would go into a seizure. But as the shaking increased, a new sense flowed through her. A stabbing pain flashed through her stomach and she bent over a bit, pushing0 herself to the wall. She got flashes, more like emotions, of machinery, fear, and last of all, pain. She slid to the ground, her face echoing with agony.
It was then that people started to actually interact with her. "Are you all right?" A man asked from above. She smiled and nodded through her pain, but was interupted from the gesture as another wave hit her. A screaming sound echoed through her head and she cried out. The cat girl, Merle, bounded over, more of a curious look on her face than that of concern.
A scream was echoing through Persephone's mind. She closed her eyes, but was met by visions. Of an old man, surrounded by metal... Of things twisting, going against what they were supposed to... And then of Gaea, a spirit, crying out as an immense amount of power drained from it. Persephone bent over, suddenly sick. She swallowed deeply before throwing up, but it was only blood that fell against the floor. Again, she hurled... Again... She was dizzy, her vision swimming. She whimpered out. "Gaea... What's... What's happening to me?" She looked up at the horrified feline girl before her. Merle had jumped back, her eyes wide, as she saw the woman's gaze. It was red. Not a flame, but blood, swimming. Tears slipped forth, red. Blood. So much blood...
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Allen was the one who arrived on the scene first, her limp body lying in her own blood. He reached over and drew him to his kneeling form. She was trembling violently, blood still on her lips, her brow soaked in a pale sweat, her body terrifyingly cold. It was Millerna who arrived next, pushing past Allen. The other four of the group (that is Hitomi, Van, Merle, and Folken) stood on the outside of the clearing of curious men. Folken felt a cold tremor wash through him as he saw her form below him. "It's just a seizure... She has them sometimes..." He muttered out, trying to convince himself of his own words.
Millerna looked up at him coldly. "That doesn't explain the blood. Even if she bit herself or something..." The princess had little tolerance for Zaibach, nor their men.
Persephone moved slightly, her eyes flickering open. Merle shrunk backwards, knowing the appearance of the two orbs. As for Allen, his own gaze went wide when he saw the red, crimson flow of her eyes, ever shifting. "Something... Something's wrong." She whispered out, red, garnet tears falling down her face. Allen began to pick her up in his arms, but she stopped him. "No, I... I can stand, I think..." And she did so, shakily, with Allen's help.
Her gaze was blurred, a red tint in it, and she looked up. She was weak. She felt her knees give out beneath her, falling, caught by Allen's arms, only to be carried away by a different pair, one of the arms strangely cold...
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Fire. She was surrounded by fire... She breathed in, her breath hot, her skin burning, blazing. Flashes of flame, and then blue, clear eyes. Ocean. Water. Stepping forward.
A girl, her age, skin pale, hair long, white hair, eyes as blue as the ocean. No, her eyes were the ocean, the tide drawing in and out in her gaze. Wings like a waterfall, singing like a cascade, beautiful, clear water, enwrapping her, soothing her. "These are harsh times, Friend." A voice like a babbling brook, calming her senses. "They misuse the wishes, twist our fate... Kill our world, the one we created. I am sorry. Sorry you are alone..."
"Who... Who are you?" Persephone muttered, closing her eyes tightly. She felt the smile, the cool, ocean breeze against her cheek. No, the angel's breath.
"We are the same and yet complete opposites, Child of Leviathan. You bring the apocalypse of restoration, I bring the peace that follows."
"You are... You are one of my kind. Please, please don't leave me, alone!" Persephone's eyes flew open, choking on sobs, hoping to meet the sea gaze of her equal. Instead she was met with eyes of fog, swirling, shifting mist, looking down at her, coldly and yet with concern. She closed her eyes, willing the pounding in her head to recede. "Folken."
"You've been out for a while, Persephone." He said smoothly. She felt something cool against her flaming cheek and opened her eyes once more. Folken cleaned her face with a wet cloth. She noticed it was smeared crimson.
"What... What happened?"
"I was hoping you could tell me that." Folken answered, his eyes hidden, shrouded over. She blinked slowly, trying to remember.
"I don't... Don't know..." She muttered, brushing away his hand indifferently as he tried to help her as she sat up. She stood, but almost fell to the ground, her legs giving way. Folken caught her against his chest. She looked up as he looked down, their noses brushing. His breath was cool against her cheek. She shuddered at the longing he brought into her system. And yet, had it only been that very day that he had struck her so hard with his accusations? The emotions confused her as he drew a little nearer, his lips only a hair width's from touching hers. In the sudden confusion of feelings, she spoke. "I'm scared, Folken." He stopped, broken from his trance, and pulled away, his breath uneven, chills traveling up and down his spine. She drew near to him, laying her head against his broad shoulders, closing her eyes, tears coursing down. "It's Gaea, Folken. Someone is using her power, killing her." She pulled away and looked up at him. "I think... I think they're killing me, too, Folken."
"Dornkirk..." He muttered. "The Machine..." He swallowed deeply as he looked at her, the very proof of her observations sliding across her cheeks.
"What?" She muttered, shying at the suddenly frightened look on his face. "The Machine? What are you talking about, Fol-"
He turned her by her shoulders suddenly and moved his body, which had been obscuring her view of the mirror behind him. She gasped, pushing back, into his chest. Her eyes were crimson, deep and dark, a black red. The color of blood. Garnet stripes twisted about her face. She was confused by these markings before another tear escaped her. Crimson tears. Blood. Folken spoke as she stared, confused at the image before her. "I have helped Emperor Dornkirk Design a Machine which can alter fate. It draws off of some unknown energy..."
"Gaea." She hissed, turning on him, her eyes pained and terrified at the same time. She brought her fists against his chest once before pushing into him. "You're drawing off of Gaea's life force. Just as she depends on my life, I depend on hers. You're killing me, Folken. You're killing me."
Author's Note: Another short installment. I liked writing this one, though. Go to my profile! I have a coooooool pic there! YAH! I haven't posted this in a while because of momentary, Leviathan's Daughter writer's block. Plus, I got grounded from the computer (I shouldn't be on it now and I'm in a mad rush to get it posted before Mum gets home!) So, here it is! And check out my profile picture! And read and review! And enjoy! And... Okay, shutting up now.
Chapter Forty-Three
Moments before the last scene...
**************
Persephone was overly upset, she knew so herself. She had calmed herself enough to stop running and start walking, and she cursed herself for being so weak. Those who passed her by looked at her a little too long, but none tried to stop her. They knew better than to mess with her. Among her own tears, she felt the slightest tremor. A part of her feared the worst (at least, she thought so at the time) would come, and she would go into a seizure. But as the shaking increased, a new sense flowed through her. A stabbing pain flashed through her stomach and she bent over a bit, pushing0 herself to the wall. She got flashes, more like emotions, of machinery, fear, and last of all, pain. She slid to the ground, her face echoing with agony.
It was then that people started to actually interact with her. "Are you all right?" A man asked from above. She smiled and nodded through her pain, but was interupted from the gesture as another wave hit her. A screaming sound echoed through her head and she cried out. The cat girl, Merle, bounded over, more of a curious look on her face than that of concern.
A scream was echoing through Persephone's mind. She closed her eyes, but was met by visions. Of an old man, surrounded by metal... Of things twisting, going against what they were supposed to... And then of Gaea, a spirit, crying out as an immense amount of power drained from it. Persephone bent over, suddenly sick. She swallowed deeply before throwing up, but it was only blood that fell against the floor. Again, she hurled... Again... She was dizzy, her vision swimming. She whimpered out. "Gaea... What's... What's happening to me?" She looked up at the horrified feline girl before her. Merle had jumped back, her eyes wide, as she saw the woman's gaze. It was red. Not a flame, but blood, swimming. Tears slipped forth, red. Blood. So much blood...
***********
Allen was the one who arrived on the scene first, her limp body lying in her own blood. He reached over and drew him to his kneeling form. She was trembling violently, blood still on her lips, her brow soaked in a pale sweat, her body terrifyingly cold. It was Millerna who arrived next, pushing past Allen. The other four of the group (that is Hitomi, Van, Merle, and Folken) stood on the outside of the clearing of curious men. Folken felt a cold tremor wash through him as he saw her form below him. "It's just a seizure... She has them sometimes..." He muttered out, trying to convince himself of his own words.
Millerna looked up at him coldly. "That doesn't explain the blood. Even if she bit herself or something..." The princess had little tolerance for Zaibach, nor their men.
Persephone moved slightly, her eyes flickering open. Merle shrunk backwards, knowing the appearance of the two orbs. As for Allen, his own gaze went wide when he saw the red, crimson flow of her eyes, ever shifting. "Something... Something's wrong." She whispered out, red, garnet tears falling down her face. Allen began to pick her up in his arms, but she stopped him. "No, I... I can stand, I think..." And she did so, shakily, with Allen's help.
Her gaze was blurred, a red tint in it, and she looked up. She was weak. She felt her knees give out beneath her, falling, caught by Allen's arms, only to be carried away by a different pair, one of the arms strangely cold...
************
Fire. She was surrounded by fire... She breathed in, her breath hot, her skin burning, blazing. Flashes of flame, and then blue, clear eyes. Ocean. Water. Stepping forward.
A girl, her age, skin pale, hair long, white hair, eyes as blue as the ocean. No, her eyes were the ocean, the tide drawing in and out in her gaze. Wings like a waterfall, singing like a cascade, beautiful, clear water, enwrapping her, soothing her. "These are harsh times, Friend." A voice like a babbling brook, calming her senses. "They misuse the wishes, twist our fate... Kill our world, the one we created. I am sorry. Sorry you are alone..."
"Who... Who are you?" Persephone muttered, closing her eyes tightly. She felt the smile, the cool, ocean breeze against her cheek. No, the angel's breath.
"We are the same and yet complete opposites, Child of Leviathan. You bring the apocalypse of restoration, I bring the peace that follows."
"You are... You are one of my kind. Please, please don't leave me, alone!" Persephone's eyes flew open, choking on sobs, hoping to meet the sea gaze of her equal. Instead she was met with eyes of fog, swirling, shifting mist, looking down at her, coldly and yet with concern. She closed her eyes, willing the pounding in her head to recede. "Folken."
"You've been out for a while, Persephone." He said smoothly. She felt something cool against her flaming cheek and opened her eyes once more. Folken cleaned her face with a wet cloth. She noticed it was smeared crimson.
"What... What happened?"
"I was hoping you could tell me that." Folken answered, his eyes hidden, shrouded over. She blinked slowly, trying to remember.
"I don't... Don't know..." She muttered, brushing away his hand indifferently as he tried to help her as she sat up. She stood, but almost fell to the ground, her legs giving way. Folken caught her against his chest. She looked up as he looked down, their noses brushing. His breath was cool against her cheek. She shuddered at the longing he brought into her system. And yet, had it only been that very day that he had struck her so hard with his accusations? The emotions confused her as he drew a little nearer, his lips only a hair width's from touching hers. In the sudden confusion of feelings, she spoke. "I'm scared, Folken." He stopped, broken from his trance, and pulled away, his breath uneven, chills traveling up and down his spine. She drew near to him, laying her head against his broad shoulders, closing her eyes, tears coursing down. "It's Gaea, Folken. Someone is using her power, killing her." She pulled away and looked up at him. "I think... I think they're killing me, too, Folken."
"Dornkirk..." He muttered. "The Machine..." He swallowed deeply as he looked at her, the very proof of her observations sliding across her cheeks.
"What?" She muttered, shying at the suddenly frightened look on his face. "The Machine? What are you talking about, Fol-"
He turned her by her shoulders suddenly and moved his body, which had been obscuring her view of the mirror behind him. She gasped, pushing back, into his chest. Her eyes were crimson, deep and dark, a black red. The color of blood. Garnet stripes twisted about her face. She was confused by these markings before another tear escaped her. Crimson tears. Blood. Folken spoke as she stared, confused at the image before her. "I have helped Emperor Dornkirk Design a Machine which can alter fate. It draws off of some unknown energy..."
"Gaea." She hissed, turning on him, her eyes pained and terrified at the same time. She brought her fists against his chest once before pushing into him. "You're drawing off of Gaea's life force. Just as she depends on my life, I depend on hers. You're killing me, Folken. You're killing me."