Daystar - 6 - Acid
Black ribbons flowed behind the figure. When he was close enough, he could see it was a female child knelt down on the ground. She wasn't moving her limbs anymore, instead her hands covered her eyes, she looked so defenseless.
Squall reached down to touch her shoulder, but suddenly placed his hand back on the solid grip of his blade when she lifted her head.
She looked at him through tear filled eyes. Those eyes. There was something about them. They were filled with innocence, fear, sadness, and lack of sleep.
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They stared at each other without saying anything. He didn't know who she was, but there was something about those eyes. It couldn't have been Nova, because this female body was in a much different form. He couldn't take any chances, what if this helpless being was the one responsible for all the monsters storming into the village, and attacking everyone? He didn't know what to do.
He cleared his throat, and took a step back.
"Who are you?"
Raindrops were falling much harder now, but it was still very clear to see what was going on. Despite the cloudiness surrounding them, he could see how disoriented she was. She didn't know what she was doing.
"I...I don't know. What is this place? Who are you?"
She stood up quickly, and withdrew from Squall's breaths.
"Hey, hey calm down. I'm here to help you. Were you attacked? What's wrong?"
"Where am I? Why do you want to help me?"
Squall moved forward, holding his arms open as if to show he wasn't going to hurt her.
"STOP!" She moved back quickly, and ended up tripping over a child's crimson trike.
He lowered his eyebrows, and watched intently as she struggled to get back to her feet.
"Please, let me help you. What are you so afraid of?"
The girl didn't answer, instead she ran straight ahead to the dark, damp forest resting ahead in their path. When she was halfway there, she fell to the ground, and started wrenching, and twisting in pain.
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Squall quickly ran up to her, and placed his arms around her, confining her. He didn't know what she was feeling right now; whatever was eating at her was slowly killing her. His only guess was that something must've attacked her, or possessed her.
He grabbed her chin, and turned her face to his. Streaming, and dying, her brown eyes stared up at the sky, as if she was begging God to let her live. She was shaking so violently, that she caused Squall to lunge back and forth quickly as well.
The rain drowned out her crying, screaming, and gasping for air to everyone in the nearby lit up houses. For Squall though, the pounding drops only seemed to amplify her weeping.
"Don't let me die. I don't want to die."
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What was Squall supposed to do? He didn't know how to save people when they were dying in front of him. The only thing he knew was how to hurt, how to fight. He felt if he tried to help, he'd only make things worse, but was he supposed to just watch her helplessly?
He quickly reached into his jacket pocket, and pulled out a small bottle with a glowing neon emerald liquid inside. He didn't know if "Recover" would work on her, but it was better than just holding her.
Flipping the cap off with his thumb, he shifted his eyes quickly over her body, trying to decide on where to pour it. He couldn't find any wounds on her. Finally, he tipped the flask over, and poured it into her open mouth. Most of it rolled down the side of her face, but she did swallow some of it.
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She stopped crying, and went limp. Did Squall actually save her?
He breathed a sigh of relief, and tried raising her to her feet. She suddenly started choking, and coughing roughly. Blood droplets sprayed on Squall's white T-shirt, and splattered lightly on his rain soaked cheeks. She went limp once more, this time her held fell back, and he couldn't hear her breathing.
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Sitting there silently for a while, he angrily threw the bottle and heard it shatter in the distance. He did only make things worse. Lifting her off of his lap, a necklace came through the front of her shirt. Reaching out for it, he turned the silver medallion to face him, and saw a dead star staring back.
