Authors Note: I dedicate this chapter to the one person who reviewed the last one ^-^
Wish
Chapter two:
I probably fell asleep at some time, since I did end up waking up in the morning. But I felt different, something new was in me. Like the feeling at the start of a new day was planted in my soul, a feeling of conquest. I quickly dismissed it. Usually I wouldn't have, I was very into thinking a lot about my emotions, but this morning it was as if my subconscious had an alternate motive. That was just weird.
I showered in my room and got into the clothes I found on my dresser. They had been washes and pressed, which was annoying, since my shirt was dry clean only. Surprisingly it fit fine and my jeans were nice and comfortable, yet a little tight on my thigh. I opened the curtains and discovered what they meant by 'Floating' Fortress.
We must have been a thousand feet up, not that I would know, I had never been on an airplane before in my life! But quickly my attention wandered from the height and to the scene below. Beneath me was a sprawling countryside, emerald forests and gray mountains, the beautiful blue sky and fluffy clouds draped above it. The mountain range was like nothing I had seen before, long silver crevasses and peaks, which acted like the lines of a stained glass window, with the green flora as the coloured segments. I loved this, this beauty of nature. But it was a devastatingly obvious fact that I was nowhere near my home. It was odd, that same feeling that had told me not to dwell on my emotions told me to ignore the beauty. That it wasn't important, not in words, but somehow. I frowned, distracted from the beauty, what was happening to me? Once again, something told me to ignore it, and this time I let in.
There was a knock on the door. I expected it to open and my cold breakfast to be taken in, but they just kept knocking. The feeling of conquest, the adrenaline, out of nowhere, came down on me. I grinned evilly as I planned out how I could get out. More knocking, seemingly getting impatient. I crept up behind the door, I would hold this person as hostage - I'd force them to take me home. This time nothing objected in the corner of my mind. Finally they called out.
"Hey you, girl, are you in there?" It was Folken. I frowned, I couldn't beat him twice, he really was stronger than me, the only reason I beat him yesterday was because I surprised him. Today he'd be on guard.
"Yea." I said lowly, and opened the door just a crack. "What do you want?" I said, disappointed that my scheme couldn't be followed through. He stared at me awhile, noticing my tight shirt - or something. "Hey, you're not searching for some whore to mak with, are you, cause it ain't gunna be me." He directed his attention back to my face, not quite understanding but probably getting the point.
"No, uh, sorry. I'm here to discuss your home." This got my attention and I opened the door and stood to the side, he walked in and sat on the overstuffed chair in the corner, where he had been sitting the first time we met. "I am to believe you don't know where you are, or have any idea what Zaibach is." I closed the door and walked over to that side of the bed and sat, staring out the window.
"Yup." I solemnly agreed.
"Do you think you might have amnesia?" I turned to look at him – thinking he was just fooling around, but he was serious.
"No, I can remember everything. I just don't understand the past few days." I sighed, and stared down at the floor. "Please, don't give me this, 'You're on a Zaibach Floating Fortress' crap because I've heard it and I don't get it." He stayed silent. "I look outside and I don't recognize a single bit of topography. Those mountains, that city, that forest. Nothing like that is with a thousand miles of my home. Am I in Russia or something?" I asked, half kidding, half serious.
"No, and describing where you are now may not do you a whole lot of good. What is your name? In all the commotion I never got to ask." I thought about reminding him that he had been more interested in my lips than my name the first time we met, and that's why there was a commotion.
"Sara." I said, he repeated it to himself.
"You have a beautiful name, I've never heard it before." I rolled my eyes, 'yea, right.' I thought. "Let me show you where you're from." He changed the subject, I closed my eyes – now getting pissed off. I knew where I was from, I just needed to know how I could get back there. Folken rose from his seat and went to the wide window, I got up and joined him. He pointed out to the East, where the ocean seemed to start and the forests and mountains ended. "There, those moons do you recognize them?" I squinted, trying to seem the minute detail I had over looked the first time I observed the scene. Then my eyes grew wide. One small orb was green and blue, with wispy white streaks all about it, the other, smaller, was stark white. I collapsed on the floor, Folken sat down beside me. "You are on Gaea, a planet smaller in size, but resembling your own, Mystic Moon, or Earth as you call it."
I stared blankly forward, how could it be? Was it even possible? Folken reached out his hand, I hadn't noticed before but his right arm was metal, a claw, the farthest thing from human. I gasped and he realized what he had done and quickly hid it from view. I looked at his face, he seemed…ashamed.
"We have those on…Earth…"The words burned in my throat at the reality as I tried to console him. "They're called prosthetic limbs. Only ours look like real arms – that's why I gasped. I've never seen one like that before." I don't know why I felt obliged to explain my actions to the man who had come onto me before I even knew him. He scared me, somewhat, but with that sense of conquest, that burning desire to get something, I felt almost closer to this man. Like his accomplishments as a leader made him more honourable. Like I wanted to be like him. I shook my head. What was I thinking? I didn't even know his accomplishments, what if he was a cold-blooded murderer? Oddly, that made me feel calm inside, I didn't even feel guilt for wanting to be like someone like that. I shivered. Folken was watching me.
"What's wrong?" he asked, returning the undeserved kindness. I shook my head in the negative and forced a small smile. He smiled back then got up. "I have to go now. Just understand that Zaibach is not here to hurt you." I had so many more questions but he turned his back and rushed out before I could muster up the voice to ask. I stared back down on the ground thinking, 'I really am on another world.'
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I wanted to work out - I always ran or lifted weights or swam everyday to keep myself fit, and after being cooped up for a few days I had a lot of energy. The fact that I had an enormous amount of adrenaline in me didn't help either, I just couldn't stay still. I asked the door guard (who was a little bitter since yesterday) if I could go work out in that gym place I had been in the day before. He raised an eyebrow, obviously disbelieving a woman would want to sweat, then escorted me to the change rooms. I took off my jeans and turtleneck and put on shorts and a t-shirt, apparently they had bought an entire female wardrobe for me, and after sifting through all the dresses and other old fashioned sexist clothing I found some casual clothes.
I ran for twenty minutes around the track, at a jogging pace, then stopped for a drink. It wasn't hard – really, I just needed to burn off some energy and get this feeling out of my system. Unfortunately it didn't go away and now I had the urge to fight someone. I chuckled to myself, and wiped the sweat off my face, when I realized I had an audience.
Five men ducked behind the door when they realized I had seen them. I went toward them, trying to keep that urge to fight down and smiling pleasantly.
"Yes?" I asked and one of the men was pushed forward, he swore at them then directed his attention to me, smiling back. He had dirty blonde hair and was amazingly hot. I bit my lip and stared him down.
"We were-uh-just seeing who was running." He squirmed uneasily in his spot as if there was ice water being poured down his back. "And it was you – and now we have to go." He gave one last big smile before turning around and running off.
"Wait!" I yelled and he stopped, the other guys already gone, but most likely listening in around the corner. "What is your name?" He smiled, more genuinely this time, I guess more at ease to be alone.
"Chesta." He said, I smiled and waved him off, and he bolted out. They had been wearing armor, like Dilandau had – but different, were these men who he was in charge of?
I wondered how strong they were, and immediately reasoned because I thought they were hot. But deep down I knew it was because I wanted to fight. I had never felt this way before – and I hated it. I went over to a weight machine for the arms and put it at fifty pounds. Or what ever the little marking was. It was just enough to give a challenge and I did a few sets before going onto the next. When I was working out, I was distracted, and could think about little else, but once I stopped, the adrenaline didn't seem to have been sufficed and I desperately wanted to fight something, someone, and win.
I wanted to kill.
I ran out of the training area, the guard awaking and running after me. I got to my room and slammed the door behind me. I leaned back, out of breath and sweating, but not because I had just bench-pressed a seventy pounds - but because I was terrified. These feelings, where were they coming from? I took deep breaths until I was calm, but the hatred of my feelings still had to be expressed and I started to cry. One tear, then another. Soon I was sobbing so hard I could barely breathe. I missed my friends, my family, I wasn't even on earth anymore. Was I dead? No, this definitely wasn't heaven or hell or limbo or any of that stuff. That was not really what troubled me, I was changing, I had to stop it, I had to resist. It was this cursed place, this 'Gaea', it had to be evil, or what else could change me into something I'm not?
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