Sunday, October 28, 2001

I'll need some suggestions on the pairing.

Disclaimer: I do not own GW or SM, nor shall I ever be talented enough to own anything remotely like that.

CROSSES AND DAGGERS

PROLOGUE

By: shyne

Water sparkled on her scantly clad body. Her hair and clothes still wet. I could feel the presence of others near me, but my head refused to look around for them, my eyes glued to the figure before me. Her small body was tied onto a wooden stake. The room was completely pitch black except for an eerie light that surrounded the girl. I tried to speak but my mouth would not obey me. Frustrated, I wanted to run and help the poor girl, but my legs wouldn't move. The girl's head hung limply, and her extremely long hair flowed to the ground, spilling in giant golden pools at her feet. Her white slip was tattered and torn, fresh and old wounds visible through the sheer clothing. Slowly, and seemingly painful, her head rose. Her eyes were shadowed along with most of her pale and bloody face. Her bruised lips started to move, but no sound came out. My feet unconsciously moved close to the shadowed figure. Slowly, the whispered, practically inaudible words came to me. "Help me. Please. He's coming. Help me, PLEASE."

From the dark depths behind her, another shadow emerged, a threatening, imposing shadow. I could see his evil grin and the ugly steel tipped whip the man held in his clenched fist. His other hand was clenched tightly on the frail girl's arm. I could see tears dripping down her bent head, forming twin pools under her. Surprisingly, the girl drew her head up, her shadowed eyes staring right at me again. "No, please, don't. Not again. Help me please, get help."

The big man smirked and sneered. "No one will help you now girlie. So, just give it up. You are mine now," with that, he unwound the whip and rose it high. Her lips mouthed 'Please' as the whip found its mark.

My mouth opened and screamed in anguish. "Nooooo!!!"

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Simultaneously, five young boys shot up in their beds, covered in sweat. They all had the same eerie, disturbing dream. The rest of the night was filled with haunted moans and the rustling of sheets as each boy fell asleep in a fitful sleep, only to forget their haunting dreams in the morning.

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I had seen them, all five of them. I had seen them many times. Each time I asked them for help, but they never came. They left me at the mercy of him. The first time I thought they were angels, sent to take me away from here, but they didn't. I tried to ask them for help, but I knew it was useless after the third try. If they were going to save me, they would have by then. Still, there was that little sparkle of hope. When HE left me alone in between the 'sessions,' I occupied myself by creating stories about them. I created wonderful lives and stories for each of them.

Although their expressions never changed, I could see it their eyes. I saw that they were disgusted and felt pity towards me. When I saw the pity in my angels' eyes, I thought that hurt more than the whip and torture. I hadn't had a bath in months, my whole body was a bruise. HE had tried to bed after the first week, but my curse protected me. He would bear my mark forever. My burn would remind him and everyone what would happen if they tried to rape me. He didn't stop after that though, if he couldn't sexually abuse me, he would do it physically. He experimented different torture weapons on me. The only time I got medicine was when I got a vision. Sure I got food and water, but only because he didn't want me dead, only in excruciating pain. I was unable to lie, so he knew all my visions were true, if slightly vague. That was my power over him. I could withhold information from him, the only problem was that the beating afterwards would be most fierce. He knew of my innocence and tried to taint it be bringing his 'mistresses' into my cell and making me watch their little games. It sickened me and he knew it. Recently, he had the same mistress. I remembered her from before I was caged, but the name eluded me.

The first time he brought her in, it shocked me to see who it was. Of course, I could see them, but the woman never could see me. I knew the women could feel my presence in the room, but didn't have the patience to seek who's it was.

I saw my angels last night after they had drenched me with water to keep me awake. It was either that or drugs. This was the first time I saw them try to talk to me. I actually saw one of their mouths open as if he was about to tell me something. It was the one with the long braid. I found it odd that a man would have a woman's braid, but it wasn't for me to question an angel's way. Maybe he was gay. I never thought an angel could be gay, but if people were gay on earth, why not on heaven? Well, it was a possibility. I heard the iron door behind me creak open. I could hear two pairs of footsteps. One set was heavy from boots and the other light and clicking. I saw flashes of sandy blonde hair and jet black hair tinted slightly blue. I could her giggle and the unzipping of a dress. A bright light appeared, focused on a majestic and ornately carved wooden bed. Even from where I was, I could tell the sheets were of silk. Oh, how I wanted to lie on a nice comfortable bed, but not on that one. I knew the history of that bed, and it wasn't very delightful. I felt his eyes on me through the giant curtain of black that surrounded me. This room was a weird and obviously full of dark magic. The black nothingness seemed to eat up sound and light, devouring it tell it was faint and weak. I felt the dark magic come alive and force my head and eyes up, so I had to watch his and his mistress' foreplay. Silently, I prayed for my angels to rescue me as my master started his fun for the night.

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That's is all for the prologue. The main scout character is Usagi, although the others might make an appearance as well. By the by, Duo is NOT gay.

shyne