Part 4:
Part 4: The Meeting
Author's notes: ::sighs:: Another
violent chapter. Goody. I just realized that I'm ripping off a
lot of stuff from the movie Anastasia. You know, the cartoon. I
even ripped off a line at the end of this chapter. Well, it fits
nicely. Anastasia's trying to piece together a lost past, so is
Celena........I really gotta stop watching that movie when I'm
writing this.
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Celena laid back in her bed.
Another sleepless night. If she fell asleep, she'd have those
terrible "real" dreams again. Things were spiraling
down fast; life was like a nightmare. Her dreams, pain, and that
voice constsantly haunted her; each hellish day grew worse than
the last. And telling Allen that she could only see out of her
right eye would only worry him more. And he was stifling enough
as it is.
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He could finally see. That was the
first thing he needed to regain. Sight. Now, in order to gain
more control, he had to weaken Celena. He wished it was like the
old days, where he could just climb in his guymelef and burn down
any obstacles in his way.
But he had learned in these four
years, that in his situation, that just wouldn't cut it. He had
barely enough power to stay alive inside Celena's mind. He had
struggled at first, but it was hard to maintain control when you
had nothing in the world to hang to. With his Dragonslayers, his
only friends dead, Celena had more to live for than he. And in
his unstable condition, for her stable(if not traumatized) psyche
to take over was simple. The strong would always conquer the
weak. Now he was strong. But so was she, and control was in her
hands. So she had to become weak. And he knew just the way.
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Fatigue was getting the best of
Celena, and her heavy eyelids dropped shut.
"Do you remember me,
Celena?" A tall boy stood there in the blackness, smirking
evilly. He had silvery gray hair and garnet eyes. And Celena
gasped when she saw the same scar on his face that had appeared
on hers. She suddenly found herself standing along with him in
the dark void. She didn't know how, but she could tell the scar
was gone from her face.
"That scar...."
"Recongnize it? You
should,"he said. He slowly started to stride over to her.
She backed up slightly, afraid to get near this menacing person.
"Stay away from me!"she
yelled, holding up her hands as if to protect herself. The boy
let loose a chilling laugh, sending shivers down her spine.
"I'm not going to hurt you,
little girl," he said, biting sarcasm in his voice. He kept
approaching her slowly, looking her up and down, like a animal
stalking his frightened prey. She curled her fingers into a fist
and let loose a punch aimed at his face. He caught her fist in
midair, spinning her around and pinning her arm behind her back.
She cried out in pain as he twisted her arm, it threatened to
break. He wrapped his free arm around her tightly, holding her
still. "Don't be stupid," he muttered.
"You're the one who's been
doing this to me! Why?!"she demanded. He twisted her arm
further. She wriggled to get away as she heard a small crack.
"Why? Why?!? You want to know
why?!?" He threw her to the ground, which she hit with a
sickening thud. Celena cradled her fractured wrist as the old
fire returned to the boy's eyes. "Because you bloody
*killed* me, that's WHY!!!"
"Killed you? I don't even
know you!"
"You don't, do you? Think you
can forget me that easily? I'm Dilandau! DILANDAU! Do you
remember that?!?"
"That name...."
"I want you to feel pain
Celena. Feel what I felt. Feel it!" She felt a pulsing,
sharp pain on her face, and then the cut practically exploded out
of her skin, blood and bit of now dead skin floating in the void
around them. Without thinking, she placed her hand over the cut,
then retracted it quickly as she felt the stinging pain from her
wrist run up her arm. Dilandau smiled and faded away.
Celena sat straight up, panting
heavily. She raised her arm and moved her wrist around. It felt a
little numb, but outside of that, it was okay. "Thank
God,"she muttered. But that boy.....who was he? She knew
him...and yet, she had never met him before. And his name, it
rang in her ears, first in his voice, then others. Voices that
she was so familar with, but couldn't place on anyone. "It's
like a memory from a dream..."
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*Chapter 4. Yup. Hope you liked
it. Short as usual. I found that it's easier for me to stay
focused on one story(and to stay interested) if the chapters are
shorter. Hey, I've got a short attention span. Anyhoo, it
interactive time again. Interact. Review. Go at it. Whoo. (I'm
tired, as if you can't tell.)*