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Chapter two: Dances in the Night
Jewel awoke with a pounding headache and a sour stomach. What happened to her? She opened her eyes wearily and looked around. She could see, with the dim light, corners of a room. She reached out her hand and felt along the wall. It was smooth and cold. Was she in some sort of metal box? But how could she breathe? There were no vents or air holes in the room. Jewel blinked and sat up. What a ride she had. She was still sore. But from what?
Jewel frowned and looked at her arms. They had a thousand little shot marks in them. Her hands were wrapped in gauze and she found that her ankles, wrists and neck had thick, metal binds around them. And chains came from the walls and attached to her binds.
Jewel gave a soft growl. She hated being chained. Not only did it make her feel like a wild animal harshly taken from its home, but it also made her feel like she belonged to somebody. And Jewel didn't belong to anybody.
Annoyance was building in Jewel. She was in a dark box, chained to a wall. There was no one there to even ask questions, like where she was. Jewel bit her lip and decided to experiment. She stood and walked to the other side of the box. The chains screeched as she did. Jewel smirked; they were rusty. Jewel flexed her arm and pulled the chains. They screeched in protest, but didn't give away. Jewel then backed up, and ran at the wall. She hit it hard and her chains emitted an ear-piercing shriek. But again, they didn't break.
Now Jewel was angry. No one may have understood her, but that didn't give them any right to chain her up. Jewel backed up again and ran at the wall. This time she ran straight into it. She fell back and gave an enraged cry. She quickly got on her feet and charged again. The chains screeched and moaned in protest to her actions, but Jewel paid them no attention. She kept running at the wall, shouting curses and giving enraged cries. Just wait, she'd show whoever chained her how it felt like to be chained.
Dilandau Albatou was the Zaibach Dragon Slayer General. He worked and served Zaibach, fought for them and would die for them. He was a loyal fighter, the best in his league. They depended on him, and he depended on his Dragon Slayers. He had sent his Dragon Slayers out on many missions, beat them for ignoring orders or disobeying him. He had rewarded them when they did something right. All in all, he had been fiercely mean to him.
But still the Dragon Slayers stayed with him. They were as loyal to him as he was to Zaibach. They loved him and would die for him. And that's what they did. The memories still burned in Dilandau's mind. The images of his Dragon Slayers falling one by one to the sword of Van Fanel. Dilandau had hated Van ever since he had scarred Dilandau's perfect face. And Dilandau had sworn revenge.
On the day of the final battle, Dilandau wasn't able to get his revenge. Instead, Van slaughtered his troops-his Dragon Slayers. He had taken Dilandau and forced him through pain, suffering and a sentence even worse then death.
Dilandau wasn't a human, not at first. He was created from a girl named Celena. Celena was taken when she was quite young. The best Zaibach scientists had come in and worked a year on turning her into Dilandau. The scientists succeeded, but they could not destroy Celena. So they trapped her in her own mind. Occasionally she would break free of her prison and become herself. As Dilandau grew, he had to deal with her.
But when Van captured him, a Calei Knight named Allen Schzare asked Van to convert Dilandau back into his sister. And so the procedures began. It was horrible, the pain that coursed through Dilandau's body. The incredible, rushing, never-ending pain. And then, Celena emerged. This time Dilandau could do nothing to stop her.
And then the most amazing thing happened. Dilandau and Celena-once sharing a mind-split into two separate people. Dilandau had just barely escaped alive when this happened. He had then roamed Gaea, searching for the surviving Zaibach members. But the surviving Zaibach members found him. Zaibach once again took Dilandau, and after a few tests were run, Dilandau was once again a general.
"Lord Dilandau?" A feeble voice asked.
Dilandau arose from his thoughts and looked at the voice's owner. It was a servant, pale with light brown hair and gray eyes. He wore the Zaibach servant uniform-black pants and a black shirt.
Dilandau looked at the servant. Dilandau was a tall, pale youth with crimson red eyes and silver hair styled in the "late Beethoven" style. He wore a black uniform with red armor over it.
"Well?" He asked, annoyed.
"The prisoner is awake-the girl. And she's fighting her restraints. She looks rather. Angry and animal-like, sir." The servant said weakly.
Dilandau grinned his devilish grin. "So the girl is a fighter, eh? What's she doing?" He asked.
"She's running into the other side of her cell, falling down and giving a animal-like cry. Her chains-they're almost pulled right out of the wall."
Dilandau grinned even more. "How long has she been doing this?"
"About five hours now, sir."
"Those chains are drilled four feet into the wall. If she can yank them out and keep running into a wall nonstop, I think we could use her."
Dilandau stood and walked out of the dark room he had occupied. He would have to see this "animal" girl for himself. But one thing kept on his mind, how could she do it?
Jewel threw herself at the wall a last time. This time there was not only a thud but also a loud screech. Jewel smiled to herself and picked herself up off the ground. She stared down at her chains. They were still attached to her, but they were no longer attached to the wall.
'This should be easy enough,' Jewel thought. She reached into the pocket of her jeans and pulled out a small pocketknife. She tested the blade by running her thumb lightly across it. The blade split her thumb open. Jewel grinned evilly and licked the blood from her thumb. She loved the taste of blood-the metallic and salty taste all swirled into one.
Jewel then easily sliced through the chains. The blade cut right through them like butter through bread. She made sure to cut the chains right where they connected with her binds. Once that was done, Jewel kicked the chains to the side of the room. She then began to slide her hand over the smooth surface of the walls.
Her inspection soon found that there was no air holes, no exit or entrance or even a single crack anywhere in the room. It was like it was cast from pure iron, like she was trapped inside a blown piece of metal. Jewel shivered slightly. That wasn't a happy thought-she hated being trapped. She would have to wait until something showed itself to her.
Jewel slunk over to a corner of her box and crouched in it. She sat there and remained perfectly quiet. She didn't have to wait very long.
A small space in the box, to her left, disappeared. There was a rectangular light left in its place, and footsteps could be heard coming towards her. Jewel silently prepared herself to attack.
Then he walked in. He as in a tall, muscular guy with crimson red eyes and silver hair styled in a "late Beethoven" look. He wore a black uniform and red armor over it. His stance screamed obedience and his very essence screamed killer. His eyes scanned the room, but he never left the doorway.
Jewel remained still. She had to wait. Then the guy-maybe a year older then her-entered the box completely. The rectangular doorway behind him was replaced with the original piece of the box.
Jewel didn't even let her eyes adjust to the dark-mostly because they already were. She quietly and stealthy left her spot and made her way towards him. Then she pounced. Her actions were graceful and smooth. She landed on top of the guy's chest-forcing him to the ground.
Before the guy could even blink, Jewel had gotten off him and pushed him towards the chains. He rolled towards them, and Jewel followed at a faster pace. She leapt over his still rolling body, grabbed one of the chains and turned around. The guy's body came to a halt just in front of her.
Wasting no time, Jewel leapt on him again and tied him hands and feet with the chain. Then she roughly put him up against the wall. She waited until he recovered from the ride before talking to him.
"Who are you?" She asked.
"Who the hell are you?!" The guy yelled.
"Tell me now, or else I'll have to do something I'll regret." Jewel threatened.
There was a pause. "General Dilandau Albatou of Zaibach." He replied.
"Jewel. Were you the one who chained me up?" Jewel said.
"Only under orders. You were fighting in your sleep. We thought that you might hurt yourself or others. And we also chained you because you looked strong. Since we didn't know who you were or if you posed a threat to us, it seemed logical."
Jewel gave a low growl. "I want out of here. I want to know where the hell I am, who is Zaibach and I also want all my other questions answered. If you don't answer them, I will have to kill. And I am capable of that."
"Fine. Untie me and I'll get you out of here."
Jewel carefully untied Dilandau. She didn't feel as though she could trust him, so she took some of the chain with her. Dilandau stood and made his way to the side of the box where he had come in. Jewel followed hot on his heels. He pressed him hand against the metal, and again part of the box disappeared. Dilandau walked into the light and Jewel followed.
Chapter two: Dances in the Night
Jewel awoke with a pounding headache and a sour stomach. What happened to her? She opened her eyes wearily and looked around. She could see, with the dim light, corners of a room. She reached out her hand and felt along the wall. It was smooth and cold. Was she in some sort of metal box? But how could she breathe? There were no vents or air holes in the room. Jewel blinked and sat up. What a ride she had. She was still sore. But from what?
Jewel frowned and looked at her arms. They had a thousand little shot marks in them. Her hands were wrapped in gauze and she found that her ankles, wrists and neck had thick, metal binds around them. And chains came from the walls and attached to her binds.
Jewel gave a soft growl. She hated being chained. Not only did it make her feel like a wild animal harshly taken from its home, but it also made her feel like she belonged to somebody. And Jewel didn't belong to anybody.
Annoyance was building in Jewel. She was in a dark box, chained to a wall. There was no one there to even ask questions, like where she was. Jewel bit her lip and decided to experiment. She stood and walked to the other side of the box. The chains screeched as she did. Jewel smirked; they were rusty. Jewel flexed her arm and pulled the chains. They screeched in protest, but didn't give away. Jewel then backed up, and ran at the wall. She hit it hard and her chains emitted an ear-piercing shriek. But again, they didn't break.
Now Jewel was angry. No one may have understood her, but that didn't give them any right to chain her up. Jewel backed up again and ran at the wall. This time she ran straight into it. She fell back and gave an enraged cry. She quickly got on her feet and charged again. The chains screeched and moaned in protest to her actions, but Jewel paid them no attention. She kept running at the wall, shouting curses and giving enraged cries. Just wait, she'd show whoever chained her how it felt like to be chained.
Dilandau Albatou was the Zaibach Dragon Slayer General. He worked and served Zaibach, fought for them and would die for them. He was a loyal fighter, the best in his league. They depended on him, and he depended on his Dragon Slayers. He had sent his Dragon Slayers out on many missions, beat them for ignoring orders or disobeying him. He had rewarded them when they did something right. All in all, he had been fiercely mean to him.
But still the Dragon Slayers stayed with him. They were as loyal to him as he was to Zaibach. They loved him and would die for him. And that's what they did. The memories still burned in Dilandau's mind. The images of his Dragon Slayers falling one by one to the sword of Van Fanel. Dilandau had hated Van ever since he had scarred Dilandau's perfect face. And Dilandau had sworn revenge.
On the day of the final battle, Dilandau wasn't able to get his revenge. Instead, Van slaughtered his troops-his Dragon Slayers. He had taken Dilandau and forced him through pain, suffering and a sentence even worse then death.
Dilandau wasn't a human, not at first. He was created from a girl named Celena. Celena was taken when she was quite young. The best Zaibach scientists had come in and worked a year on turning her into Dilandau. The scientists succeeded, but they could not destroy Celena. So they trapped her in her own mind. Occasionally she would break free of her prison and become herself. As Dilandau grew, he had to deal with her.
But when Van captured him, a Calei Knight named Allen Schzare asked Van to convert Dilandau back into his sister. And so the procedures began. It was horrible, the pain that coursed through Dilandau's body. The incredible, rushing, never-ending pain. And then, Celena emerged. This time Dilandau could do nothing to stop her.
And then the most amazing thing happened. Dilandau and Celena-once sharing a mind-split into two separate people. Dilandau had just barely escaped alive when this happened. He had then roamed Gaea, searching for the surviving Zaibach members. But the surviving Zaibach members found him. Zaibach once again took Dilandau, and after a few tests were run, Dilandau was once again a general.
"Lord Dilandau?" A feeble voice asked.
Dilandau arose from his thoughts and looked at the voice's owner. It was a servant, pale with light brown hair and gray eyes. He wore the Zaibach servant uniform-black pants and a black shirt.
Dilandau looked at the servant. Dilandau was a tall, pale youth with crimson red eyes and silver hair styled in the "late Beethoven" style. He wore a black uniform with red armor over it.
"Well?" He asked, annoyed.
"The prisoner is awake-the girl. And she's fighting her restraints. She looks rather. Angry and animal-like, sir." The servant said weakly.
Dilandau grinned his devilish grin. "So the girl is a fighter, eh? What's she doing?" He asked.
"She's running into the other side of her cell, falling down and giving a animal-like cry. Her chains-they're almost pulled right out of the wall."
Dilandau grinned even more. "How long has she been doing this?"
"About five hours now, sir."
"Those chains are drilled four feet into the wall. If she can yank them out and keep running into a wall nonstop, I think we could use her."
Dilandau stood and walked out of the dark room he had occupied. He would have to see this "animal" girl for himself. But one thing kept on his mind, how could she do it?
Jewel threw herself at the wall a last time. This time there was not only a thud but also a loud screech. Jewel smiled to herself and picked herself up off the ground. She stared down at her chains. They were still attached to her, but they were no longer attached to the wall.
'This should be easy enough,' Jewel thought. She reached into the pocket of her jeans and pulled out a small pocketknife. She tested the blade by running her thumb lightly across it. The blade split her thumb open. Jewel grinned evilly and licked the blood from her thumb. She loved the taste of blood-the metallic and salty taste all swirled into one.
Jewel then easily sliced through the chains. The blade cut right through them like butter through bread. She made sure to cut the chains right where they connected with her binds. Once that was done, Jewel kicked the chains to the side of the room. She then began to slide her hand over the smooth surface of the walls.
Her inspection soon found that there was no air holes, no exit or entrance or even a single crack anywhere in the room. It was like it was cast from pure iron, like she was trapped inside a blown piece of metal. Jewel shivered slightly. That wasn't a happy thought-she hated being trapped. She would have to wait until something showed itself to her.
Jewel slunk over to a corner of her box and crouched in it. She sat there and remained perfectly quiet. She didn't have to wait very long.
A small space in the box, to her left, disappeared. There was a rectangular light left in its place, and footsteps could be heard coming towards her. Jewel silently prepared herself to attack.
Then he walked in. He as in a tall, muscular guy with crimson red eyes and silver hair styled in a "late Beethoven" look. He wore a black uniform and red armor over it. His stance screamed obedience and his very essence screamed killer. His eyes scanned the room, but he never left the doorway.
Jewel remained still. She had to wait. Then the guy-maybe a year older then her-entered the box completely. The rectangular doorway behind him was replaced with the original piece of the box.
Jewel didn't even let her eyes adjust to the dark-mostly because they already were. She quietly and stealthy left her spot and made her way towards him. Then she pounced. Her actions were graceful and smooth. She landed on top of the guy's chest-forcing him to the ground.
Before the guy could even blink, Jewel had gotten off him and pushed him towards the chains. He rolled towards them, and Jewel followed at a faster pace. She leapt over his still rolling body, grabbed one of the chains and turned around. The guy's body came to a halt just in front of her.
Wasting no time, Jewel leapt on him again and tied him hands and feet with the chain. Then she roughly put him up against the wall. She waited until he recovered from the ride before talking to him.
"Who are you?" She asked.
"Who the hell are you?!" The guy yelled.
"Tell me now, or else I'll have to do something I'll regret." Jewel threatened.
There was a pause. "General Dilandau Albatou of Zaibach." He replied.
"Jewel. Were you the one who chained me up?" Jewel said.
"Only under orders. You were fighting in your sleep. We thought that you might hurt yourself or others. And we also chained you because you looked strong. Since we didn't know who you were or if you posed a threat to us, it seemed logical."
Jewel gave a low growl. "I want out of here. I want to know where the hell I am, who is Zaibach and I also want all my other questions answered. If you don't answer them, I will have to kill. And I am capable of that."
"Fine. Untie me and I'll get you out of here."
Jewel carefully untied Dilandau. She didn't feel as though she could trust him, so she took some of the chain with her. Dilandau stood and made his way to the side of the box where he had come in. Jewel followed hot on his heels. He pressed him hand against the metal, and again part of the box disappeared. Dilandau walked into the light and Jewel followed.