Prophecy
Title: Prophecy
Author: GW Katrina
Beta's: None. Suffer! Bwahahahahaha
Rating: Um, PG-13, kinda gory(not too bad)
Archive: If you already have one of my stories, sure. List archives.
If you want it, just tell me where you put it.
Disclaimer: If I owned them, new seasons would now be showing.
Summary: A ancient prophecy is about to come to pass.
Notes: This was inspired by Michelle and episode 23.
Feedback: Well... YES! Of course.
Prophecy
GW Katrina
It ended and began violently.
A quick ambush, a few shots, and Jim watched as Gene slumped to the
ground. Blood rushed from the outlaw as Jim tried to patch the
injuries.
Around the pair was their surrogate family. Suzuka and Aisha took out
their attackers. Melfina and Fred tried to help Jim, who snapped at
them to get back.
The blond didn't want anyone else touching his brother. By the
severity and positioning of the wounds, he knew Aniki didn't have a
chance. Logic didn't play into his desperate attempt to save Aniki.
Shocked blue eyes locked onto Jim. "S..sorry," Gene gurgled, his
lungs filling with blood. A coughing fit struck him and when it was
finished, Jim was covered in a mist of red, while Gene's mouth was
bright crimson. The older man whispered an apology once more, then
stopped breathing, eyes half closed.
"NO!" Jim's howl of pain and rage echoed through the night. He wasn't
ready to let go yet. Remembering all the first-aid techniques Gene had
forced him to learn, Jim attempted CPR.
Ignoring the coppery taste of Gene's blood, the young boy breathed
for Gene. He checked for a pulse, finding one just before it
disappeared. With a curse, he started to do chest compressions.
Strong arms pulled him back. As he struggled to get free, tears
rolled down his face. "no," he moaned, going limp.
Whoever held him gathered Jim up, holding him tight. In the back of
his mind, Jim realized that it was Fred holding him. It didn't
matter. Fred felt the pain almost as deep. They cried together.
***
Gene took in his new surroundings. All around him was mist. It was so
opaque he couldn't see anything else. Something tickled at the edge
of his awareness, and Gene whirled around. There was something out
there watching him.
"Who's there?" he shouted.
:Calmcalmnoworryfear:
The sudden voice in his head startled Gene. It surprised him, but
there was something familiar about it. A sense of warmth he could
barely remember.
:Happyhappygoodgood:
Images flashed through his mind:
-Gene and his father looking at the multi-colored lights that wove
their way though space. His father was saying that they were very
special to be able to see the lights.-
-His father, laughing as Gene waved his arms, and the family cat
lifted into the air, hissing and spitting.-
The images stopped, and Gene fell to his knees. He could barely
remember the times he had spent with his father. Almost everything
from before the attack was gone. He could barely remember the attack
itself. Or the escape.
Hell, after they had finally picked him up, he could barely remember
his own name. He'd been half-mad with space sickness, having spent
close to a month in an escape pod only meant for a week's use,
maximum.
Later, he found out that when they had pulled him out of the pod, he
had been close to dead, repeating his name over and over.
The lights. He remembered lights. Suddenly, he was slammed with more
images.
-A man reached out and felt an explosion of joy. Energy rushed into
his body. Memories hit him. He had been the first to touch the
magical energies since humans had began to explore space. The energy
itself was semi-sentient, and was happy to have someone to touch it
after so many years.-
-The same man, being followed by two young children. A touch,
followed by to light touches.-
-Eyes widened in amazement as a breeze whispered over her skin. She
could see the lines, weaving among the stars like the wind. She
turned to her small child, and whispered that their new name would be
Starwind, named for the power their family could see.-
Gene winced, head pounding for all the images forced through it. "Why
are you doing this," he asked, hands pressed against his head.
"Because you're dead. And we need you alive to be the center of a
prophecy."
Looking up sharply, Gene saw an older man who looked vaguely
familiar.
"You really can't remember your past, can you?" Sadness filled the
older man's eyes. "I'm your grandfather, Gene. The Galactic Leyline
choose me to explain to you what's going on."
"Grandfather?" Gene looked closely. Long, silver-streaked black hair,
deep blue eyes, tan skin. Tall, taller than Gene. It was so hard to
remember. He gave up trying. If the Galactic Leyline wanted to talk to
him, he'd let it do it anyway it wanted to.
"What does the Galactic Leyline want with me?"
With a wave of his hand, the elder Starwind created two couch chairs.
He sat on one, then gestured for Gene to take the other.
Raising an eyebrow, Gene gave a slight smirk.
"Well, sit down. Don't look at me like I'm an idiot."
"I don't think that'll hold me."
Grandfather glared at him. "I'm dead, not stupid. Sit down."
Blinking in surprise, Gene sat down. His grandfather began to speak.
The old man spoke, his words weaving a spell around the pair, then tipped his head as if he had
heard something.
"I've said enough. It's time for you to go back." The old man
smirked. "You and that lovely young man should be able to figure it
out from here."
"'Lovely young man'? Jim?"
"No, the other one. I think his name's Fred."
On that note, Gene faded into darkness.
***
Everyone still surrounded the body of Gene Starwind. Fred held a
still sobbing Jim in his arms. Melfina was slumped against Suzuka.
Aisha was crouched on the other side of the assassin.
Slowly, the moon rose, muting the gruesome scene with silver rays. As
the moonbeams passed over Gene, something strange happened.
"Oh my!"
Suzuka was the first to notice. At her surprised tone, the others
also looked.
Where the moonlight hit Gene, injuries began to heal. It was gradual,
slowly at first, then more rapid.
Soon Gene laid there, blood soaked but whole. All were watching,
stunned, when his chest suddenly heaved upward, sucking in cool night
air. The single breath was soon followed by another, then another.
Blue eyes blinked, then opened fully. With a struggle, Gene sat up.
Reaching up, he wiped away the blood that ran from his mouth. He
blinked again, the looked at the others.
"Aniki," Jim whispered.
TBC...
So, what do you think? Please tell me, I can use all the feedback I
can get. Hope you enjoy.
Title: Prophecy
Author: GW Katrina
Beta's: None. Suffer! Bwahahahahaha
Rating: Um, PG-13, kinda gory(not too bad)
Archive: If you already have one of my stories, sure. List archives.
If you want it, just tell me where you put it.
Disclaimer: If I owned them, new seasons would now be showing.
Summary: A ancient prophecy is about to come to pass.
Notes: This was inspired by Michelle and episode 23.
Feedback: Well... YES! Of course.
Prophecy
GW Katrina
It ended and began violently.
A quick ambush, a few shots, and Jim watched as Gene slumped to the
ground. Blood rushed from the outlaw as Jim tried to patch the
injuries.
Around the pair was their surrogate family. Suzuka and Aisha took out
their attackers. Melfina and Fred tried to help Jim, who snapped at
them to get back.
The blond didn't want anyone else touching his brother. By the
severity and positioning of the wounds, he knew Aniki didn't have a
chance. Logic didn't play into his desperate attempt to save Aniki.
Shocked blue eyes locked onto Jim. "S..sorry," Gene gurgled, his
lungs filling with blood. A coughing fit struck him and when it was
finished, Jim was covered in a mist of red, while Gene's mouth was
bright crimson. The older man whispered an apology once more, then
stopped breathing, eyes half closed.
"NO!" Jim's howl of pain and rage echoed through the night. He wasn't
ready to let go yet. Remembering all the first-aid techniques Gene had
forced him to learn, Jim attempted CPR.
Ignoring the coppery taste of Gene's blood, the young boy breathed
for Gene. He checked for a pulse, finding one just before it
disappeared. With a curse, he started to do chest compressions.
Strong arms pulled him back. As he struggled to get free, tears
rolled down his face. "no," he moaned, going limp.
Whoever held him gathered Jim up, holding him tight. In the back of
his mind, Jim realized that it was Fred holding him. It didn't
matter. Fred felt the pain almost as deep. They cried together.
***
Gene took in his new surroundings. All around him was mist. It was so
opaque he couldn't see anything else. Something tickled at the edge
of his awareness, and Gene whirled around. There was something out
there watching him.
"Who's there?" he shouted.
:Calmcalmnoworryfear:
The sudden voice in his head startled Gene. It surprised him, but
there was something familiar about it. A sense of warmth he could
barely remember.
:Happyhappygoodgood:
Images flashed through his mind:
-Gene and his father looking at the multi-colored lights that wove
their way though space. His father was saying that they were very
special to be able to see the lights.-
-His father, laughing as Gene waved his arms, and the family cat
lifted into the air, hissing and spitting.-
The images stopped, and Gene fell to his knees. He could barely
remember the times he had spent with his father. Almost everything
from before the attack was gone. He could barely remember the attack
itself. Or the escape.
Hell, after they had finally picked him up, he could barely remember
his own name. He'd been half-mad with space sickness, having spent
close to a month in an escape pod only meant for a week's use,
maximum.
Later, he found out that when they had pulled him out of the pod, he
had been close to dead, repeating his name over and over.
The lights. He remembered lights. Suddenly, he was slammed with more
images.
-A man reached out and felt an explosion of joy. Energy rushed into
his body. Memories hit him. He had been the first to touch the
magical energies since humans had began to explore space. The energy
itself was semi-sentient, and was happy to have someone to touch it
after so many years.-
-The same man, being followed by two young children. A touch,
followed by to light touches.-
-Eyes widened in amazement as a breeze whispered over her skin. She
could see the lines, weaving among the stars like the wind. She
turned to her small child, and whispered that their new name would be
Starwind, named for the power their family could see.-
Gene winced, head pounding for all the images forced through it. "Why
are you doing this," he asked, hands pressed against his head.
"Because you're dead. And we need you alive to be the center of a
prophecy."
Looking up sharply, Gene saw an older man who looked vaguely
familiar.
"You really can't remember your past, can you?" Sadness filled the
older man's eyes. "I'm your grandfather, Gene. The Galactic Leyline
choose me to explain to you what's going on."
"Grandfather?" Gene looked closely. Long, silver-streaked black hair,
deep blue eyes, tan skin. Tall, taller than Gene. It was so hard to
remember. He gave up trying. If the Galactic Leyline wanted to talk to
him, he'd let it do it anyway it wanted to.
"What does the Galactic Leyline want with me?"
With a wave of his hand, the elder Starwind created two couch chairs.
He sat on one, then gestured for Gene to take the other.
Raising an eyebrow, Gene gave a slight smirk.
"Well, sit down. Don't look at me like I'm an idiot."
"I don't think that'll hold me."
Grandfather glared at him. "I'm dead, not stupid. Sit down."
Blinking in surprise, Gene sat down. His grandfather began to speak.
The old man spoke, his words weaving a spell around the pair, then tipped his head as if he had
heard something.
"I've said enough. It's time for you to go back." The old man
smirked. "You and that lovely young man should be able to figure it
out from here."
"'Lovely young man'? Jim?"
"No, the other one. I think his name's Fred."
On that note, Gene faded into darkness.
***
Everyone still surrounded the body of Gene Starwind. Fred held a
still sobbing Jim in his arms. Melfina was slumped against Suzuka.
Aisha was crouched on the other side of the assassin.
Slowly, the moon rose, muting the gruesome scene with silver rays. As
the moonbeams passed over Gene, something strange happened.
"Oh my!"
Suzuka was the first to notice. At her surprised tone, the others
also looked.
Where the moonlight hit Gene, injuries began to heal. It was gradual,
slowly at first, then more rapid.
Soon Gene laid there, blood soaked but whole. All were watching,
stunned, when his chest suddenly heaved upward, sucking in cool night
air. The single breath was soon followed by another, then another.
Blue eyes blinked, then opened fully. With a struggle, Gene sat up.
Reaching up, he wiped away the blood that ran from his mouth. He
blinked again, the looked at the others.
"Aniki," Jim whispered.
TBC...
So, what do you think? Please tell me, I can use all the feedback I
can get. Hope you enjoy.