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Beforehand: No, I do not own the characters of Chrono Trigger, or anything of the like.
Chrono Trigger and all its glory belongs to its respective owners. I make no claim.
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Someday, Someway ...
Chapter III: Makes Me Angry ...
As Written By: Kaioh, Michiru
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No. Still her figure did not move. Where was the voice coming from? I kept turning my head
from side to side as the name 'Prophet,' kept being whispered in, what seemed, every direction.
I had to cover my ears to prevent from going mad by not being able to locate who it was.
"Shut up!" I yelled, clenching my fists in front of me.
A crash.
I spun on my feet quickly to see what had made the noise.
"You!" I cried in disgust, pointing to the figure.
"Pro ... phet ... Please ... "
"Stop calling me that! Why aren't you dead!?"
Her limbs were stone-cold blue, her lips a deep purple. Tiny drops of water fell from her
mass of hair, where some of the ice had started to melt. She lifted up her arm, her palm
outstretched to me, shaking. "P-please ... hel-help me ... "
I sneered at her, walking quickly to her shivering body. Without hesitation I lifted her up by
the arm she had out-stretched to me. I held her face close to mine. "You! You ask for help!
This is all your doing! You should be DEAD for all of the havoc you've caused!" I spoke
through clenched teeth, then dropped her, spitting to the ground near her.
"Ha. Your Majesty Queen Zeal," I said, with a curtsie to top it off.
Her body temperature seemed to be rising, as some color returned to her cheeks and lips.
'Damn,' was all I could think, 'Why is -her- body here able to be reclaimed by her soul, yet
not Schala's?'
She coughed uncontrollably, laying on the ground. I had turned my back to her, yet I could
feel her eyes on me. "N-n-n-no ... pull-pull-pull-eeeeease ... "
"Stop saying please! I hate you! Do you hear me! I'm so bloody angry that you're not dead
right now!"
"D-D-D-Don't for-forsake me Prophet ... " Her words were becoming more and more clear
as she finally began her slow rise to her feet.
Unable to handle hearing her anymore, I finally drew my scythe. In a flash I was behind her,
inching the blade closer and closer to her neck. A tiny drop of crimson liquid began a trail
down to her collar bone.
"Call me by that name one more time Old Woman, and I shall have you entertaining my
blade." I said, barely above a whisper, right close to her ear.
Her eyes were wide with fear as a croaked, harshly-whispered voice escaped. "I know
not what else to call you," she said cautiously.
Slowly, I withdrew my weapon from infront of her and shoved her to the ground. She
turned onto her back so that she could just breifly catch my eye, although she seemed
too scared to keep my gaze.
"You were so proud that day I was born. So proud of my name. That is why I changed my name
when that fool, Ozzie found me." I leaned in close so that my face was only inches from hers,
with a sadistic smirk. "Don't you want to call me Janus anymore, Mommy?"
Beforehand: No, I do not own the characters of Chrono Trigger, or anything of the like.
Chrono Trigger and all its glory belongs to its respective owners. I make no claim.
_______________________
Someday, Someway ...
Chapter III: Makes Me Angry ...
As Written By: Kaioh, Michiru
_______________________
No. Still her figure did not move. Where was the voice coming from? I kept turning my head
from side to side as the name 'Prophet,' kept being whispered in, what seemed, every direction.
I had to cover my ears to prevent from going mad by not being able to locate who it was.
"Shut up!" I yelled, clenching my fists in front of me.
A crash.
I spun on my feet quickly to see what had made the noise.
"You!" I cried in disgust, pointing to the figure.
"Pro ... phet ... Please ... "
"Stop calling me that! Why aren't you dead!?"
Her limbs were stone-cold blue, her lips a deep purple. Tiny drops of water fell from her
mass of hair, where some of the ice had started to melt. She lifted up her arm, her palm
outstretched to me, shaking. "P-please ... hel-help me ... "
I sneered at her, walking quickly to her shivering body. Without hesitation I lifted her up by
the arm she had out-stretched to me. I held her face close to mine. "You! You ask for help!
This is all your doing! You should be DEAD for all of the havoc you've caused!" I spoke
through clenched teeth, then dropped her, spitting to the ground near her.
"Ha. Your Majesty Queen Zeal," I said, with a curtsie to top it off.
Her body temperature seemed to be rising, as some color returned to her cheeks and lips.
'Damn,' was all I could think, 'Why is -her- body here able to be reclaimed by her soul, yet
not Schala's?'
She coughed uncontrollably, laying on the ground. I had turned my back to her, yet I could
feel her eyes on me. "N-n-n-no ... pull-pull-pull-eeeeease ... "
"Stop saying please! I hate you! Do you hear me! I'm so bloody angry that you're not dead
right now!"
"D-D-D-Don't for-forsake me Prophet ... " Her words were becoming more and more clear
as she finally began her slow rise to her feet.
Unable to handle hearing her anymore, I finally drew my scythe. In a flash I was behind her,
inching the blade closer and closer to her neck. A tiny drop of crimson liquid began a trail
down to her collar bone.
"Call me by that name one more time Old Woman, and I shall have you entertaining my
blade." I said, barely above a whisper, right close to her ear.
Her eyes were wide with fear as a croaked, harshly-whispered voice escaped. "I know
not what else to call you," she said cautiously.
Slowly, I withdrew my weapon from infront of her and shoved her to the ground. She
turned onto her back so that she could just breifly catch my eye, although she seemed
too scared to keep my gaze.
"You were so proud that day I was born. So proud of my name. That is why I changed my name
when that fool, Ozzie found me." I leaned in close so that my face was only inches from hers,
with a sadistic smirk. "Don't you want to call me Janus anymore, Mommy?"