Flame of Truth: This is the first fic I wrote with panny-chan-13. The last to if you don't like this one. Well here it is
Disclaimer: If we owned Outlaw Star don't you think we would have a lot of money and wrote scripts instead of Fan fics?
The heat pushed down on his small body, an intoxible force. He
choked back the tears that threatened to overcome him once
more. He rolled over, feeling the corse sheet wipe away his tears.
'I barely knew her. I shouldn't be so upset.' He choked again.
'I just wish, I could have said good-bye......' He was startled
out of his thoughts by the ruff laughter from the eating area.
They were happy; oblivious to the forces of lost love that ripped at his very soul
just then A man came in. "Whats wrong?" He asked worriedly.
The boy couldn't answer he couldn't move sobs erupted threw his
throught. The man walked out somehow knowing the feelings of
the boy were more then he could control. As the man left the boy
got up and saw a knife on a counter. The love of his life was killed
by his hands they burned as did his eyes he took the knife and
pushed. it against his wrist. The searing pain radiated up his arms in a shock, but he ignored it.
"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Melfine dropped the dish she had been watching. It shattered on the hard floor, small glass
pieces flying about her feet. She looked at Gene, horrified.
Blood trickled down his wrist as the blade kisses his skin. He
didn't want to experience anymore pain. He didn't want to carry on.
The pain was too immense. He could feel a strong connection
then he found out that he had killed her. Her pushed harder at the memories.
"Jim!" Gene catches the young boys falling form in his arms.
Melfine shrikes, nearly passing out from the blood speckling
the floor. Jim's eyes flash bright colors. They sting the back of
his eyes. He's barely aware of Gene saying it would be all right.
~~~ Several months later ~~~~~
Jim's pale fingers traced the thin, raw scar on his wrist. 'All that for nothing.' He looks up at the crimson tinted sunset.
'Homione, I'm so sorry.' He heads up from the beach, to the new home Gene had purchased after his "accident" three months ago.
The crisp white paint beckoned to him in the growing darkness. He
stepped onto the porch, his feet making a dull thump.
Jim walks into his room and sits on the bed. Remembering the pain as it re-embraces in his heart. "I can't believe she's dead.
Its been so long but it still hurt when I think about her and what could
have been"
"You've really got to stop beating yourself up kid." Gene sat
at the edge of Jim's bed, the springs sagging with the added wait. Jim mearly looked at him. "I mean, you had no way of knowing she was in that ship and..." Jim cut him off. "We need to go back to heyfong." Jim heard his own voice as if
someone else had spoken threw a dense cloud of smoke and
darkness.
"We can't just go to heyfong. The Outlaw Star is still in the shop
and there are major expenses." Gene began.
"Since when do you care about that stuff besides you owe me.
Were going. I need to," he confessed then stared out into the sky. "I loved her and now she's gone," another tear roles down his cheek. "I need closure. I need to say good bye to her," he says calmly even though tears are silently running down his face again. 'Closure isn't going to give you anything Jim.' Gene thinks, but he stands anywise.
"Fine, I'll go tell Melfine." Jim doesn't even acknowledge the
red haired mans exit. He just continues to stare threw the
glassy pane of the window. Gene shuffled down the hall,
reluctantly. He stopped at the door to the kitchen. He could
hear Melfine humming gently to herself before he pushed open
the door. It creaked in protest.
"Melfine, we're going to heyfong." A look swept over her face,
sorrow, relief? Gene couldn't quite tell.
~~~~~~~~~~~ At heyfong ~~~~~~~~
Jim sets flowers over a grave stone that he just bought with all
the money he saved up. It was for his beloved Homione. "Good
bye. I never got to tell you how i really felt and still feel"
he felt a little better "Who's the grave for?" A familiar voice
called he couldn't tell who it was yet he already knew it was
her.
He spun around, eyes wide with shock. There she was, standing in
front of him in all her beauty. Scares laced about her arms and
legs, even her face, but she was even more beautiful then before.
He choked, as she smiled at him, holding flowers in her pale
arms. Her black hair wasn't quite as long as it had been.
Jim could feel a tear roll down his cheek and a smile across his
face "Who's the grave for?" She asks cheerfully. "y.. y.. You," he
barley spits out. She looked at him looking confused but smiling
still "I'm not dead. Why would you think i am?" Jim's smile
suddenly faded "Because your ship was destroyed," Her smiles
faded a bit two "How did you know that?" she asks looking
worried.
Jim sat down against a tree planted in the center of the Cemetery.
"Because i co-pilot the ship that..." he started. She sat down
across from him taking his hands in hers. "That what?" she asks.
He closed his eyes "that destroyed yours. I thought I killed
you," tears start falling down his face freely.
Homione uttered a small gasp. She stood up shakily. "You, work
for Gene Starwind?" She says. 'Oh no! I still have to kill
Gene!' She looked horror struck. "Yes, I do, but, why does that
matter?" Jim looked her in the eyes, trying to see threw them to
her soul, but she turned away quickly.
Jim felt depression fall over him once more. 'she tried to kill gene
since she's still alive she still has to kill gene this can't be.' he
slowly shakily stopped up and put his hands on her shoulders "Before
we have to go our separate ways i have to tell you something," she
stood there puzzled of what to do. "I love you," Jim says to her and
turns around and starts to walk out of the cemetery.
'Homione, what are you doing! Go after him!' Her mind screamed at her. She worried her bottom lip. "Do you know how often I dreamed and thought of you!?" She calls out finally. Jim turned to look at her. She could just see him threw her black hair that kept blowing in her face, obscuring her view. "Every night you tormented me. Every breathing day you were on my mind." She says, feeling hot tears cut their paths down her cheeks. Jim's face brightened. "I love you too, Jim Hawkins, but......"
Review please. I'm poor and need review to live *cough cough* cuz doctor says I'm sick.
Disclaimer: If we owned Outlaw Star don't you think we would have a lot of money and wrote scripts instead of Fan fics?
The heat pushed down on his small body, an intoxible force. He
choked back the tears that threatened to overcome him once
more. He rolled over, feeling the corse sheet wipe away his tears.
'I barely knew her. I shouldn't be so upset.' He choked again.
'I just wish, I could have said good-bye......' He was startled
out of his thoughts by the ruff laughter from the eating area.
They were happy; oblivious to the forces of lost love that ripped at his very soul
just then A man came in. "Whats wrong?" He asked worriedly.
The boy couldn't answer he couldn't move sobs erupted threw his
throught. The man walked out somehow knowing the feelings of
the boy were more then he could control. As the man left the boy
got up and saw a knife on a counter. The love of his life was killed
by his hands they burned as did his eyes he took the knife and
pushed. it against his wrist. The searing pain radiated up his arms in a shock, but he ignored it.
"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Melfine dropped the dish she had been watching. It shattered on the hard floor, small glass
pieces flying about her feet. She looked at Gene, horrified.
Blood trickled down his wrist as the blade kisses his skin. He
didn't want to experience anymore pain. He didn't want to carry on.
The pain was too immense. He could feel a strong connection
then he found out that he had killed her. Her pushed harder at the memories.
"Jim!" Gene catches the young boys falling form in his arms.
Melfine shrikes, nearly passing out from the blood speckling
the floor. Jim's eyes flash bright colors. They sting the back of
his eyes. He's barely aware of Gene saying it would be all right.
~~~ Several months later ~~~~~
Jim's pale fingers traced the thin, raw scar on his wrist. 'All that for nothing.' He looks up at the crimson tinted sunset.
'Homione, I'm so sorry.' He heads up from the beach, to the new home Gene had purchased after his "accident" three months ago.
The crisp white paint beckoned to him in the growing darkness. He
stepped onto the porch, his feet making a dull thump.
Jim walks into his room and sits on the bed. Remembering the pain as it re-embraces in his heart. "I can't believe she's dead.
Its been so long but it still hurt when I think about her and what could
have been"
"You've really got to stop beating yourself up kid." Gene sat
at the edge of Jim's bed, the springs sagging with the added wait. Jim mearly looked at him. "I mean, you had no way of knowing she was in that ship and..." Jim cut him off. "We need to go back to heyfong." Jim heard his own voice as if
someone else had spoken threw a dense cloud of smoke and
darkness.
"We can't just go to heyfong. The Outlaw Star is still in the shop
and there are major expenses." Gene began.
"Since when do you care about that stuff besides you owe me.
Were going. I need to," he confessed then stared out into the sky. "I loved her and now she's gone," another tear roles down his cheek. "I need closure. I need to say good bye to her," he says calmly even though tears are silently running down his face again. 'Closure isn't going to give you anything Jim.' Gene thinks, but he stands anywise.
"Fine, I'll go tell Melfine." Jim doesn't even acknowledge the
red haired mans exit. He just continues to stare threw the
glassy pane of the window. Gene shuffled down the hall,
reluctantly. He stopped at the door to the kitchen. He could
hear Melfine humming gently to herself before he pushed open
the door. It creaked in protest.
"Melfine, we're going to heyfong." A look swept over her face,
sorrow, relief? Gene couldn't quite tell.
~~~~~~~~~~~ At heyfong ~~~~~~~~
Jim sets flowers over a grave stone that he just bought with all
the money he saved up. It was for his beloved Homione. "Good
bye. I never got to tell you how i really felt and still feel"
he felt a little better "Who's the grave for?" A familiar voice
called he couldn't tell who it was yet he already knew it was
her.
He spun around, eyes wide with shock. There she was, standing in
front of him in all her beauty. Scares laced about her arms and
legs, even her face, but she was even more beautiful then before.
He choked, as she smiled at him, holding flowers in her pale
arms. Her black hair wasn't quite as long as it had been.
Jim could feel a tear roll down his cheek and a smile across his
face "Who's the grave for?" She asks cheerfully. "y.. y.. You," he
barley spits out. She looked at him looking confused but smiling
still "I'm not dead. Why would you think i am?" Jim's smile
suddenly faded "Because your ship was destroyed," Her smiles
faded a bit two "How did you know that?" she asks looking
worried.
Jim sat down against a tree planted in the center of the Cemetery.
"Because i co-pilot the ship that..." he started. She sat down
across from him taking his hands in hers. "That what?" she asks.
He closed his eyes "that destroyed yours. I thought I killed
you," tears start falling down his face freely.
Homione uttered a small gasp. She stood up shakily. "You, work
for Gene Starwind?" She says. 'Oh no! I still have to kill
Gene!' She looked horror struck. "Yes, I do, but, why does that
matter?" Jim looked her in the eyes, trying to see threw them to
her soul, but she turned away quickly.
Jim felt depression fall over him once more. 'she tried to kill gene
since she's still alive she still has to kill gene this can't be.' he
slowly shakily stopped up and put his hands on her shoulders "Before
we have to go our separate ways i have to tell you something," she
stood there puzzled of what to do. "I love you," Jim says to her and
turns around and starts to walk out of the cemetery.
'Homione, what are you doing! Go after him!' Her mind screamed at her. She worried her bottom lip. "Do you know how often I dreamed and thought of you!?" She calls out finally. Jim turned to look at her. She could just see him threw her black hair that kept blowing in her face, obscuring her view. "Every night you tormented me. Every breathing day you were on my mind." She says, feeling hot tears cut their paths down her cheeks. Jim's face brightened. "I love you too, Jim Hawkins, but......"
Review please. I'm poor and need review to live *cough cough* cuz doctor says I'm sick.