crimsonangel

Disclaimer: I wish I did, but I don't own Dota or any of the Bakuretsu Hunter charas or the show or anything like that. But this story? That's MINE. ^^

I have no idea what to say about this story, so just... read it. And then review it. ^^
Layer 2 coming soon.


Layer 1

Momma?

Millefeuille?

Anyone?

Everyone left me alone... I've never been alone before...

Where is everyone? Where am I? This isn't the church... Something's wrong. My wings hurt... Blood? I'm bleeding? Aaaahhh! I'm bleeding!!! What happened??? Someone help me!! Somebody help! I can't be alone! Moooommmmmaaaaaaa!!!!

Her beautiful purple hair fell down to her chest, covering her eyes. Shaking her head, she looked around. Darkness. She could see nothing in the utter black. The only sound was the drip of the blood falling from her previously perfect, white, angelic wings to the ground. The bitter cold of the air around her bit into her flesh, tearing at her like organized torture. The pain, the cold, the blackness... it was too much for her. Collapsing into a heap of flesh and blood-drenched feathers, she drifted out of the world of consciousness.

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Momma? Is that you? Are you coming to rescue me, Momma? Take me home, Momma...

It wasn't enough light to see by. A pinpoint, really. But it gave her hope. Hope that was to be crushed flat in the next two seconds.



Who...?

So nice to see you, Dota. How is your Momma? The voice snickered and drew closer. Whimpering, Dota lifted her head. Dim light filled the small room, if it could be called a room, now that she saw it in its entirety. It was more a cave, a dismal cavern of sorrows where she was being held prisoner by an evil she thought was gone forever.

Did you miss me, Dota? Because I missed you... All of you, you pathetic little whimpering fools...

The figure attached to the voice came toward her and leaned his face down to hers. He was full of such anger and evil that Dota squeaked in fear.

What's wrong, Dota? Frightened? Of me?? Letting out a strain of maniacal laughter, the large, dark man backed away and outstretched his arms, creating a black, sphere of electricity and raising it over his head with a glare in his eyes.

screamed Dota, trying to get to her feet and failing miserably. Don't... don't hurt me... please...

You beg my forgiveness, girl? Dota lowered her head. The man laughed. You ask forgiveness of me after what you people have done to me? Oh no... you shall all be punished! No one shall be forgiven!!

Watching Dota shiver on the cold floor, he held the growing sphere of electricity high above him.

Zaha Torte forgives NO ONE!!!!!