1 Bravest Eyes
2 Chapter 9: My Heart Swells with Hope
Kattie
Note: Okay, I've gotten too many e-mails about this so I'm posting it as a note again. Yes, I had noticed that I spell Heero (Hiiro) differently than everyone else. ^^ It's not a typo or sign of Kattie's lack of knowledge. Hiiro is the original Japanese spelling of Heero. Because Hiiro's ethnicity is Japanese, I think it's only right to leave it in it's original spelling. waves fist in the air I don't support the changing of Japanese names to English just so they sound more English even though they are Japanese. It makes NO SENSE! coughs But if you like the spelling of Hiiro as Heero I will change it just for you. Tell me what you think please.
Another Note: hee hee. Everyone noticed Suki's likeness to Duo. She's supposed to be like him. Hee hee- wanna know whyyyyy? ^^ Not telling ^o^ Ain't Kattie evil?
Last Note: My name is Kattie. Pronounced "cat" (as in MEOW) "ee" as in "monkEY". Please don't spell my name wrong it makes me really sad. sniff sob sob Although the names Katie, Kathi, and Kati are lovely, they aren't mine. Gomen gomen bows If you really want I'll change my name for you o_o but I really don't want to.
Disclaimer: … … …………… I'll always own Quatre's heart… runs away from everyone else who wishes to own his heart gah gah! Noooooooo I don't own Gundam Wing or Quatre I'm sorry I'm sorry!
Dedication: This chapter is dedicated to Hide (ex-guitarist from X-Japan which broke up a while ago), who died this very day not too long ago… Even though he'd never read this even if he were alive, I dedicate it to him! huggles Hide plushie Rest in peace Hide!
In a solitary hotel, in an isolated room, with a secluded laptop
Hiiro typed on his laptop, without pause. It seemed like he was typing a million words for every second that passed. Once and a while he would drag the mouse to somewhere else on the screen and click, before continuing his typing. It was a melancholy, repetitive practice, and it was driving Duo insane.
"Hiiro, do you have to type so loud?" Duo asked, flipping through another large book of newspaper articles that he had "checked out" from the library.
"Have you found anything, Maxwell?" Hiiro retorted, dragging the mouse, and clicking.
"Well… no." Duo admitted.
"I'll type more 'quietly' when you find something in that book that actually helps us with our mission."
Sighing, Duo continued thumbing through the book, hoping that it was his lucky day, and he'd actually find something that might help them. As he turned yet another page he grinned at the new article. "Well, what do you know? I'm famous! This newspaper has a great picture of me. But I must say, they didn't get my good side." The photograph was of Deathscythe. It was for an article arguing the use of the Gundams and saying that they must be stopped at all costs.
Wufei walked into the room and dropped his volume on top of Duo's. "I think I've found the ship."
The composition in the newspaper was about a theft of a multimillion- dollar spacecraft. It had been hijacked with the security person on board and disappeared into space. No one at the scene of the crime had any idea who possibly could have completed the theft without being noticed prior to the crime. The article was dated from After Colony 182, 13 years ago. But what was more important than the words was the photograph.
It was the ship. The "Lost Hunter".
The ship in the picture was painted silver, not mirrored and it didn't have "The Lost Hunter" printed across its side, but it was most definitely the ship. It's odd shape and strange appearance was the same. The windows were in the exact same positions as in the other photograph. They'd found the ship.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
On the "Lost Hunter"
It was far into the night, in fact it technically wasn't the night, but early morning. The moon was probably shining in its smile on the Earth and the Earth was probably still revolving around the sun, but Quatre couldn't tell from his dreary cage. For all he knew the moon had crashed into the Earth and the colonies held the only humans who had survived.
Days passed, weeks and months, because there was no way to tell what time it was. There was a good chance it was merely hours, but it seemed like more. The only way he could tell it was night was the fact that he wasn't presently being tortured. His tormentors didn't work the graveyard shift.
Suki lay sleeping against the bars that connected her cell to his. She had taken one of Quatre's hands into her arms and was using it as a pillow. He could just barely hear her deep quiet breaths. When she was asleep she looked like a normal child. One who had received the amount of love she deserved- a child who hadn't known a true amount of pain. She looked like she had gotten all the happiness that was fitting for her tenderness.
'You won't have to endure much more, little one,' Quatre thought, stroking her hair, 'Just make it through tomorrow and I'll get you out of here. You'll escape even if it kills me.'
* * * * * * * * * * * *
The next morning
Quatre woke to someone kicking him in the side. It was getting harder to breathe over the days. Whatever liquid they had drenched him in was hurting his lungs. With the kicking, he was sent into another fit of coughs, spurting up even more of that noxious chemical.
"Wake up, rich 'un," Mizz Naihu's voice ordered, "Don't want th' morning session t' start without you there for it."
'I don't?' Quatre wondered, fighting his way to his feet. His chest and back were burning with each breath he took. Finally, he was able to stand.
"Best hurry. Took you f'rever ta go and wake up. Thought they'd send a search party after me." She laughed at her own joke and slapped Quatre on the arm playfully.
He thought it was going to break. The arm had already been hit so many times that there was a monstrous greenish yellow bruise covering from his elbow to his shoulder. It usually hurt just little enough to be bearable but the slap had caused it to seize up with pain. Quatre bit his lip and stepped out of his cage.
All at once he noticed that Suki was gone. He stared into her cell with wide-eyes. Fear consumed his thoughts as he could only wonder where she had went. 'Please, let her be alright.' Quatre prayed to whomever might listen.
Apparently they were listening. When Naihu had dragged him to the "torture chamber" Suki was already there. She didn't seem to be hurt at all and grinned at Quatre when he entered the room.
"Good morning." She said cheerfully.
Quatre forced a smile back. It wasn't going to be a good day. They were planning on using Suki to get to him again. It seemed they had noticed that they could inflict a thousand times the physical damage on Quatre with the emotional pain of Suki being hurt. Their sadistic ways never ceased to amaze him.
"And a good morning it will be." Kei grinned and walked into the room. "Did you young prince sleep well? He certainly needs his energy for the day."
Focusing his eyes on the cruel man, Quatre tried to understand how he could be like this. Everyone Quatre had ever known had some good in them, some kindness no matter how miniscule it was, but this man didn't seem to have any. He seemed to be utterly compassionless and barbaric. What kind of man was so evil he could hurt a child and hold no sense of guilt?
"It's rude to stare, prince. Anyone of royal blood should at least know the basics of manners. You disappoint me, boy." Kei punched Quatre across the face, cutting his cheek.
Quatre didn't flinch. The blood seeped from the cut and slid down his face and to the floor. He remembered what Suki had said the previous night.
"They said they were going to kill you!"
If they wanted to kill him they should do it. The cruelty was insane. Surely no god or goddess could create such a person who would toy with his prey like an animal before ending its life. This monster couldn't truly be called a man. He was a demon, made by Satan himself.
As soon as Kei realized that Quatre wasn't going be any fun, meaning he wouldn't cry, wouldn't scream out in pain, wouldn't beg for mercy, he went back to Suki. Suki was young, small, innocent, an easy target. Most little girls couldn't take pain. Suki had wept the day before, so it seemed she was with the majority of them.
But Quatre had told Suki how strong she was the night before. After he told her the story she had insisted be happy, he told her how truly strong she was. To be able to survive on the streets, in essence alone. She was far stronger than these people and she could prove it to them.
With each strike, Suki bit her lip in pain, but made no noise to satisfy Kei's craving for screaming or tears. She looked up at him defiantly. "I'm stronger than you."
Rage boiled over in Kei's eyes as he slapped her to the ground. "If I kill you than which one of us is stronger? Who's stronger you little bitch?"
"Leave her alone!" Quatre yelled at Kei. He fixed a deep glare on Kei that was very unnatural for his character. "If you touch her again I swear-"
"You'll do what, rich boy?" Kei asked, leaving Suki to walk up to Quatre's face, "You'll do nothing. Because you can't do anything! Because you're worth nothing but the price we'll get for you."
"Insult me all you want," Quatre replied, looking him straight in the eyes, "but you will not hurt Suki again."
"I'll do whatever I damn well feel like doing." With those words literally spat in Quatre's face, Kei stormed over to Suki and raised a hand to strike her again.
He was on the ground in less than a second. Quatre tackled him to the ground before he could even begin throwing the punch. His face was slammed against the hard cement floor. Kei could taste his blood in his mouth.
The sense of panic began as Kei realized he was, at least for the moment, at Quatre's mercy. He struggled under the young pilot's grasp with all his might, which turned out not to be as much as it have previously seemed like. Kei's power was his confidence, and it was all lost within less than a minute.
Quatre forced Kei to his feet and pressed his fingers against his neck, right at the pressure point. "If you move," Quatre snapped, "I'll kill you with a flick of my wrist. This pressure point, when hit hard enough, will send you immediately to your death. Do you understand?"
"Y-yes." Kei stammered. He didn't seem half as tough when it was his own life on the line.
"You aren't going to hurt Suki anywhere. In fact, you're going to apologize."
"Sorry." Kei muttered.
"Daddy," Suki said quietly, "Have you gone insane?"
"No," Quatre replied with a smile, "I just don't like it when people think they can hurt my friends and get away with it."
"Okay," Suki grinned back, "Just don't stay angry. The bag lady doesn't like men who are mad."
"I'll keep that in mind," Keeping the smile, Quatre turned back to Kei, "I think you realize what situation you're in. Suki's not going to stay here to be hurt by you. So you're going to be my hostage for a little while. Kind of ironic isn't it? The hostage takes the captor hostage."
"You bastard." Kei grumbled under his breath.
Ignoring the comment, Quatre looked back at Suki. "You're going to go home now."
"You can come with me now!" Suki smiled at Quatre, her eyes shining with mirth. "We can both go home!"
Guilt hit Quatre hard. His face bent into a frown as he realized what he was going to have to explain to her. "I can't go with you."
"Why not?" Suki asked, tears glittering in her big blue eyes.
"I have to make sure you make it home safely. I can't do that if I'm with you." He sighed and looked away. "Just follow me. If you get home I'll be sure to come right after you."
They walked down the corridors. The three women trailed behind. Mizz Naihu looked sincerely annoyed at Kei and kept rolling her eyes and muttering something to the affect of, "What an idiot."
The woman he had slapped the day before didn't seem very upset. In fact, it looked like she was trying very hard not to laugh and even cracked a smile a few times. Then again, with how Kei had treated her, it did seem somewhat appropriate.
Slower and quieter than the other woman, was the lady who had been silent throughout the whole ordeal. She'd watched him in the tank, and help Suki when she tried to run. She followed with no expression on her face whatsoever.
Finally, Quatre reached the small chamber for the emergency ship. It was a tiny vessel used to escape if the ship you were on was hit or somehow damaged to the point it was no longer safe to remain on it. Sort of like lifeboats on a boat.
"Go on, Suki," Quatre ordered with a grin, "Get in the ship and I'll get you out of here. You can go home."
Reluctantly, Suki did as she was told, looking back at Quatre with saddened eyes. Tears slid down her face as the hatch closed and she was left alone in the vessel. She watched Quatre through the small window.
Using one hand (the other was still on Kei's neck), Quatre typed in codes to get the ship to make its way to Colony 02 on autopilot. He then started the program, and the ship began moving away.
Suki waved at Quatre as she faded off into the distance. She waved until Quatre could no longer see her.
Quatre smashed the controls. The ship would complete its course to the colony and the "Lost Hunter" could do nothing to stop it. Suki would make it safely home. There were no words to describe Quatre's relief.
Grinning at his success, Quatre let Kei go and took the beating with pleasure. Nothing they could do would hurt him now. There was nothing that could ruin the happiness of the moment. He might die but it didn't matter. Suki was safe. She wouldn't be hurt anymore.
'You're a good father.' Quatre told himself as he surrendered to unconsciousness.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
"That's it!"
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, of course I'm sure."
"We'd better hurry. We can't waste any time."
"Right."
"But how do we get there?"
"That's not the problem."
"How do we get there in one piece I mean."
"I'll leave that to you."
"Jeez… thanks."
"Let's go."
End of Chapter
End Notes: Hm… not to short. I've been reading a lot of episode summaries for Serial Experiments Lain so try to forgive the strangeness of this chapter. I'm dying to write something horror. ^^* I get good ideas but I'm too scared to write them brr. Sorry it took so long... well not really. Only 4 days ^^* Less than I've been waiting for the ficcies I read. (over a week for one- over a month for the other)
By the way- if you want to enter the contest you better hurry. Melara's winning by a lot- considering she's the only person who's entered. It's not that hard. ^^* Oh well- with all the searching she's done I think she DESERVES the prize. ^^
Please review! Reviews= Inspiration= More reviews. 24 reviews and you've got a sequel. Unless you don't want it of course. Tell me what you think! huggles I love you all!
2 Chapter 9: My Heart Swells with Hope
Kattie
Note: Okay, I've gotten too many e-mails about this so I'm posting it as a note again. Yes, I had noticed that I spell Heero (Hiiro) differently than everyone else. ^^ It's not a typo or sign of Kattie's lack of knowledge. Hiiro is the original Japanese spelling of Heero. Because Hiiro's ethnicity is Japanese, I think it's only right to leave it in it's original spelling. waves fist in the air I don't support the changing of Japanese names to English just so they sound more English even though they are Japanese. It makes NO SENSE! coughs But if you like the spelling of Hiiro as Heero I will change it just for you. Tell me what you think please.
Another Note: hee hee. Everyone noticed Suki's likeness to Duo. She's supposed to be like him. Hee hee- wanna know whyyyyy? ^^ Not telling ^o^ Ain't Kattie evil?
Last Note: My name is Kattie. Pronounced "cat" (as in MEOW) "ee" as in "monkEY". Please don't spell my name wrong it makes me really sad. sniff sob sob Although the names Katie, Kathi, and Kati are lovely, they aren't mine. Gomen gomen bows If you really want I'll change my name for you o_o but I really don't want to.
Disclaimer: … … …………… I'll always own Quatre's heart… runs away from everyone else who wishes to own his heart gah gah! Noooooooo I don't own Gundam Wing or Quatre I'm sorry I'm sorry!
Dedication: This chapter is dedicated to Hide (ex-guitarist from X-Japan which broke up a while ago), who died this very day not too long ago… Even though he'd never read this even if he were alive, I dedicate it to him! huggles Hide plushie Rest in peace Hide!
In a solitary hotel, in an isolated room, with a secluded laptop
Hiiro typed on his laptop, without pause. It seemed like he was typing a million words for every second that passed. Once and a while he would drag the mouse to somewhere else on the screen and click, before continuing his typing. It was a melancholy, repetitive practice, and it was driving Duo insane.
"Hiiro, do you have to type so loud?" Duo asked, flipping through another large book of newspaper articles that he had "checked out" from the library.
"Have you found anything, Maxwell?" Hiiro retorted, dragging the mouse, and clicking.
"Well… no." Duo admitted.
"I'll type more 'quietly' when you find something in that book that actually helps us with our mission."
Sighing, Duo continued thumbing through the book, hoping that it was his lucky day, and he'd actually find something that might help them. As he turned yet another page he grinned at the new article. "Well, what do you know? I'm famous! This newspaper has a great picture of me. But I must say, they didn't get my good side." The photograph was of Deathscythe. It was for an article arguing the use of the Gundams and saying that they must be stopped at all costs.
Wufei walked into the room and dropped his volume on top of Duo's. "I think I've found the ship."
The composition in the newspaper was about a theft of a multimillion- dollar spacecraft. It had been hijacked with the security person on board and disappeared into space. No one at the scene of the crime had any idea who possibly could have completed the theft without being noticed prior to the crime. The article was dated from After Colony 182, 13 years ago. But what was more important than the words was the photograph.
It was the ship. The "Lost Hunter".
The ship in the picture was painted silver, not mirrored and it didn't have "The Lost Hunter" printed across its side, but it was most definitely the ship. It's odd shape and strange appearance was the same. The windows were in the exact same positions as in the other photograph. They'd found the ship.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
On the "Lost Hunter"
It was far into the night, in fact it technically wasn't the night, but early morning. The moon was probably shining in its smile on the Earth and the Earth was probably still revolving around the sun, but Quatre couldn't tell from his dreary cage. For all he knew the moon had crashed into the Earth and the colonies held the only humans who had survived.
Days passed, weeks and months, because there was no way to tell what time it was. There was a good chance it was merely hours, but it seemed like more. The only way he could tell it was night was the fact that he wasn't presently being tortured. His tormentors didn't work the graveyard shift.
Suki lay sleeping against the bars that connected her cell to his. She had taken one of Quatre's hands into her arms and was using it as a pillow. He could just barely hear her deep quiet breaths. When she was asleep she looked like a normal child. One who had received the amount of love she deserved- a child who hadn't known a true amount of pain. She looked like she had gotten all the happiness that was fitting for her tenderness.
'You won't have to endure much more, little one,' Quatre thought, stroking her hair, 'Just make it through tomorrow and I'll get you out of here. You'll escape even if it kills me.'
* * * * * * * * * * * *
The next morning
Quatre woke to someone kicking him in the side. It was getting harder to breathe over the days. Whatever liquid they had drenched him in was hurting his lungs. With the kicking, he was sent into another fit of coughs, spurting up even more of that noxious chemical.
"Wake up, rich 'un," Mizz Naihu's voice ordered, "Don't want th' morning session t' start without you there for it."
'I don't?' Quatre wondered, fighting his way to his feet. His chest and back were burning with each breath he took. Finally, he was able to stand.
"Best hurry. Took you f'rever ta go and wake up. Thought they'd send a search party after me." She laughed at her own joke and slapped Quatre on the arm playfully.
He thought it was going to break. The arm had already been hit so many times that there was a monstrous greenish yellow bruise covering from his elbow to his shoulder. It usually hurt just little enough to be bearable but the slap had caused it to seize up with pain. Quatre bit his lip and stepped out of his cage.
All at once he noticed that Suki was gone. He stared into her cell with wide-eyes. Fear consumed his thoughts as he could only wonder where she had went. 'Please, let her be alright.' Quatre prayed to whomever might listen.
Apparently they were listening. When Naihu had dragged him to the "torture chamber" Suki was already there. She didn't seem to be hurt at all and grinned at Quatre when he entered the room.
"Good morning." She said cheerfully.
Quatre forced a smile back. It wasn't going to be a good day. They were planning on using Suki to get to him again. It seemed they had noticed that they could inflict a thousand times the physical damage on Quatre with the emotional pain of Suki being hurt. Their sadistic ways never ceased to amaze him.
"And a good morning it will be." Kei grinned and walked into the room. "Did you young prince sleep well? He certainly needs his energy for the day."
Focusing his eyes on the cruel man, Quatre tried to understand how he could be like this. Everyone Quatre had ever known had some good in them, some kindness no matter how miniscule it was, but this man didn't seem to have any. He seemed to be utterly compassionless and barbaric. What kind of man was so evil he could hurt a child and hold no sense of guilt?
"It's rude to stare, prince. Anyone of royal blood should at least know the basics of manners. You disappoint me, boy." Kei punched Quatre across the face, cutting his cheek.
Quatre didn't flinch. The blood seeped from the cut and slid down his face and to the floor. He remembered what Suki had said the previous night.
"They said they were going to kill you!"
If they wanted to kill him they should do it. The cruelty was insane. Surely no god or goddess could create such a person who would toy with his prey like an animal before ending its life. This monster couldn't truly be called a man. He was a demon, made by Satan himself.
As soon as Kei realized that Quatre wasn't going be any fun, meaning he wouldn't cry, wouldn't scream out in pain, wouldn't beg for mercy, he went back to Suki. Suki was young, small, innocent, an easy target. Most little girls couldn't take pain. Suki had wept the day before, so it seemed she was with the majority of them.
But Quatre had told Suki how strong she was the night before. After he told her the story she had insisted be happy, he told her how truly strong she was. To be able to survive on the streets, in essence alone. She was far stronger than these people and she could prove it to them.
With each strike, Suki bit her lip in pain, but made no noise to satisfy Kei's craving for screaming or tears. She looked up at him defiantly. "I'm stronger than you."
Rage boiled over in Kei's eyes as he slapped her to the ground. "If I kill you than which one of us is stronger? Who's stronger you little bitch?"
"Leave her alone!" Quatre yelled at Kei. He fixed a deep glare on Kei that was very unnatural for his character. "If you touch her again I swear-"
"You'll do what, rich boy?" Kei asked, leaving Suki to walk up to Quatre's face, "You'll do nothing. Because you can't do anything! Because you're worth nothing but the price we'll get for you."
"Insult me all you want," Quatre replied, looking him straight in the eyes, "but you will not hurt Suki again."
"I'll do whatever I damn well feel like doing." With those words literally spat in Quatre's face, Kei stormed over to Suki and raised a hand to strike her again.
He was on the ground in less than a second. Quatre tackled him to the ground before he could even begin throwing the punch. His face was slammed against the hard cement floor. Kei could taste his blood in his mouth.
The sense of panic began as Kei realized he was, at least for the moment, at Quatre's mercy. He struggled under the young pilot's grasp with all his might, which turned out not to be as much as it have previously seemed like. Kei's power was his confidence, and it was all lost within less than a minute.
Quatre forced Kei to his feet and pressed his fingers against his neck, right at the pressure point. "If you move," Quatre snapped, "I'll kill you with a flick of my wrist. This pressure point, when hit hard enough, will send you immediately to your death. Do you understand?"
"Y-yes." Kei stammered. He didn't seem half as tough when it was his own life on the line.
"You aren't going to hurt Suki anywhere. In fact, you're going to apologize."
"Sorry." Kei muttered.
"Daddy," Suki said quietly, "Have you gone insane?"
"No," Quatre replied with a smile, "I just don't like it when people think they can hurt my friends and get away with it."
"Okay," Suki grinned back, "Just don't stay angry. The bag lady doesn't like men who are mad."
"I'll keep that in mind," Keeping the smile, Quatre turned back to Kei, "I think you realize what situation you're in. Suki's not going to stay here to be hurt by you. So you're going to be my hostage for a little while. Kind of ironic isn't it? The hostage takes the captor hostage."
"You bastard." Kei grumbled under his breath.
Ignoring the comment, Quatre looked back at Suki. "You're going to go home now."
"You can come with me now!" Suki smiled at Quatre, her eyes shining with mirth. "We can both go home!"
Guilt hit Quatre hard. His face bent into a frown as he realized what he was going to have to explain to her. "I can't go with you."
"Why not?" Suki asked, tears glittering in her big blue eyes.
"I have to make sure you make it home safely. I can't do that if I'm with you." He sighed and looked away. "Just follow me. If you get home I'll be sure to come right after you."
They walked down the corridors. The three women trailed behind. Mizz Naihu looked sincerely annoyed at Kei and kept rolling her eyes and muttering something to the affect of, "What an idiot."
The woman he had slapped the day before didn't seem very upset. In fact, it looked like she was trying very hard not to laugh and even cracked a smile a few times. Then again, with how Kei had treated her, it did seem somewhat appropriate.
Slower and quieter than the other woman, was the lady who had been silent throughout the whole ordeal. She'd watched him in the tank, and help Suki when she tried to run. She followed with no expression on her face whatsoever.
Finally, Quatre reached the small chamber for the emergency ship. It was a tiny vessel used to escape if the ship you were on was hit or somehow damaged to the point it was no longer safe to remain on it. Sort of like lifeboats on a boat.
"Go on, Suki," Quatre ordered with a grin, "Get in the ship and I'll get you out of here. You can go home."
Reluctantly, Suki did as she was told, looking back at Quatre with saddened eyes. Tears slid down her face as the hatch closed and she was left alone in the vessel. She watched Quatre through the small window.
Using one hand (the other was still on Kei's neck), Quatre typed in codes to get the ship to make its way to Colony 02 on autopilot. He then started the program, and the ship began moving away.
Suki waved at Quatre as she faded off into the distance. She waved until Quatre could no longer see her.
Quatre smashed the controls. The ship would complete its course to the colony and the "Lost Hunter" could do nothing to stop it. Suki would make it safely home. There were no words to describe Quatre's relief.
Grinning at his success, Quatre let Kei go and took the beating with pleasure. Nothing they could do would hurt him now. There was nothing that could ruin the happiness of the moment. He might die but it didn't matter. Suki was safe. She wouldn't be hurt anymore.
'You're a good father.' Quatre told himself as he surrendered to unconsciousness.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
"That's it!"
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, of course I'm sure."
"We'd better hurry. We can't waste any time."
"Right."
"But how do we get there?"
"That's not the problem."
"How do we get there in one piece I mean."
"I'll leave that to you."
"Jeez… thanks."
"Let's go."
End of Chapter
End Notes: Hm… not to short. I've been reading a lot of episode summaries for Serial Experiments Lain so try to forgive the strangeness of this chapter. I'm dying to write something horror. ^^* I get good ideas but I'm too scared to write them brr. Sorry it took so long... well not really. Only 4 days ^^* Less than I've been waiting for the ficcies I read. (over a week for one- over a month for the other)
By the way- if you want to enter the contest you better hurry. Melara's winning by a lot- considering she's the only person who's entered. It's not that hard. ^^* Oh well- with all the searching she's done I think she DESERVES the prize. ^^
Please review! Reviews= Inspiration= More reviews. 24 reviews and you've got a sequel. Unless you don't want it of course. Tell me what you think! huggles I love you all!