I'll Fight
Chapter Seven - Fire, Fire,
Burning Bright.
Her skin burned like fire from
Dilandau's touch. It was if his hands had been stained with scorching dark
ink and his touch was so, so vividly visible to others, including
herself. The places he had touched felt like they were burning and blistering,
and Erika could uncomfortably feel it constantly, reminding her. She brushed
herself off for the upteenth time since his 'assault' but still didn't
feel any better.
She brought her arms around her,
hugging herself, trying desperately to forget the feeling of his hands
on her. No use. She gave up. What's the point? She thought, tugging
on a strand of dark blue hair. The best thing I can do is just enver
let it happen again...and try to forget about it...if I can.. which I must...
A
scowl appeared on her face, and her hands slid from around her waist, to
clenching at her hips. She felt so..angry just then. But then the anger
disappeared, and she was left with that lost, empty feeling. Like lemon
all queezed out of it's pulp, and all that was left was the outside.
As Dilandau and Erika walked
towards the long-awaited control room,Erika couldn't help but glance at
him now and then. What is he thinking? She wondered to herself.
What
could he think about? She frowned at her current thoughts and
brushed them off like annoying flies. It's nothing to me.. She decided,
and continued on walking in silence.
But as minutes passed..
Erika was getting pretty uncomfortable.
She had a cramp in her leg form walking. It wasn't anything to big, but
at the moment she just felt like everything in her world had been torn
apart.She felt cold, yet radiating heat at the same time (if that's possible),
and the burning on her skin was back. What is wrong with me???
She thought angrily. Why.Can't.I.Forget.Him?!
She began
to regret ever crossing Dilandau's path, that led to..this..
She glanced at Dilandau once
more. Is it possible he could be feeling the same way I am right now?
If Dilandau was, then he wasn't.
He didn't regret what he did one bit. He never did. If he regretted something
he did (Which he never did) it would be beacuse he did something wrong.
But, he, Dilandau Albatou never did anything he didn't mean to, in other
words, never did anything wrong, so he never found the need for
regrets, let alone apologies.
In fact, he was rather enjoying
it,replaying the incident between Erika and him in his mind over and over
again. This is perfect! He thought gleefully to himself. She
knows who's in control now! Me! Suddenly, he frowned,
his mask of smooth perfection, crumpling suddenly. Did he want to
be in control? Why would he? His eyebrows arched even deeper, as thoughts
pounded his mind like killer bees and the world itself, was suddenly very
confusing. But not too confusing - not so that he couldn't handle it.
He pushed - with all his mental
strength, all thoughts to the back of his head, as they approached the
Control room. There was no need for silly thoughts at the moment, He told
himself, confident that everything would solve itself under him - as it
always did.
Erika's hands never left her
hips, but they sagged as they reached, what she supposed was the Control
Room. Dark, and black as night it was inside, as she couldnt' see anything,
but hints of light here and there. Dilandau's footsteps slowed to a steady,
sfot rhythm as he stpped into the room, blending into the shadows. Nervously,
Erika followed his example, and was suddenly overwhelmed in pitch black
darkness. Fear rose in her throat.
Where am I?! She
thoughts rattled, as she glanced around, spinning a broken circle. Where
is this? Is this some kind of sick joke? What's going on?! Just
then, a strong hand grabbed her thin arm. Her mouth opened to scream, but
couldn't. She was dragged to a spot, and then the hand left. She could
feel the presence of other people beside her, and head the steady breathing
of others. She relaxed, knowing that whatever happened - she wasn't alone.
She readied herself, for what happened next. But..
Nothing happened.
She frowned, confused, as she
was awaited with pitch black, silence. Nothing was happening. She sighed,
and folded her arms against her thin T-shirt, and shivered. There was an
eerie aura in this room, something she couldn't quite place her finger
on. The feeling of death in the room was overwhelming to her, yet made
no sense, since there was someone alive right beside her. Speaking
of right beside her..
Who was right beside her?
She tried to turn around, but found her spot to snug to turn around in.
Instead, she had to stay in place. So she stayed, a feeling of dread icing
down her spine.
Soon her eyes grew slowly accustommed
to the darkness. Not so well, but enough to make the dark shadowy outline
of a lumpy figure of a tall, thin boy at the front of the room. He, she
supposed,was Dilandau, and the 'lumps' she guessed, were made by his armour.
Or something...
She turned her head, and could
make out outlines of the other Dragon-Slayers. She shrugged helplessly
to herself, still wondering whst they were all doing here. Suddenly, a
faint click was heard. She started at the sound, and frowned. It was very
faint - not too loud, but in this silent room - it seemed loud enough.
It seemed like a signal. A boy stepped up defiantly towards Dilandau. Straight
- backed, and parted blond hair covered hid head. No words were exchanged
- not one of greeting or anything, but it was plenty obvious to each and
everyone of them what was about to occurr. Curiously, Erika looked forward,
to see what would happen. And when she did, she was shocked. But not too
shocked, for she had seen enough of Dilandau that day, to somewhat determine
what would've happened.
A slap. A loud one. The smack,
like cracking thunder. The dull thud, as the still, limp body hit the floor.
The bang as the head hit it also, and the deafening silence that followed.
Then, another one followed. His
head was bent forward slightly, and longish dark auburn hair fell into
his eyes. The smack, the thud, and the bang, and it was all over.
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Author's Note:
At the moment, currently I have
no idea how I am going to finish this. Or end it. In fact, I'm about
to just give it all up right now. Like this. An ending cliff-hanger for
you all. WOuld you like that?
If you want me to continue -
do tell. Review - ten is the least - 20 the max. Whatever. Until then-
Visions
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Long chapter....anyhow, ten reviews!
