Nothing Else Matters
Chapter Fourteen
"Make Me Believe…"
By: Dark Mousy
I'm not afraid of fading…
I stand alone.
Feeling your sting down inside me,
I'm not dying for it.
I stand alone.
Everything that I believe is fading…
"Ah, so our guest has finally arrived. Took him quite long enough…" Treize mused, as he sat behind his desk, in a completely dark room. "What he'll do is so simple… So predictable…" He laughed. "The perpetual hero." The gunshots eventually began to slow.
"First, he'll make his way to my bedroom, to confirm that his worst fears have not been turned into a reality. Finding the bed empty and the sheets clean, he'll know the second place that she would be… So predictable… My puppet… But just wait until what you see… So predictable…"
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The sodden excuse for a man was running down the hall, the black leather of his boots shining in the eerie candle-like light that came from the ornate chandeliers hanging from the tall hallway ceilings. Beautifully haunting paintings lay splayed on the wall, angels, holy images…
Zechs practically crashed into a wall, where it gave way and allowed him in. He found himself in a rather darkened hallway, now lit by only a single chandelier that looked as if it had not been dusted since the house was made. His ice-blue orbs took in the surroundings as a hawk would and his ears keen to any sounds that could be heard. Finding none, he began down the stone, closed spiral staircase.
Upon reaching the bottom, he found nothing but a black room. He did not want to admit it, but he found his breath caught in his throat as his hands found the switch, and turned it on. He released a sigh as he found the room completely empty, but his eyes also widened at what he saw.
The room was completely out of place. It was as if he had stepped into another world, and he felt himself drawn to the strangely haunting surroundings of the room. In one corner of the insanely large room was a king-sized bed, complete with a crimson comforter laced with gold infringement and solid, dark oak bed posts with a black mesh-like sheet that ran over them like a curtain. However, that was the only furniture in the entire room. The rest of the room was… Moving.
Digital imaging… Some of the newest technology out that was only bought by those rich enough to buy it, it was like an art picture, only it changed, but it changed perfectly, making it look like a painting. However, the digital pictures were not of art… They were of… People…
Zechs seemed to see the room spinning around him, as he stood solid within the middle. The floor was made of the same material, and different faces continued to show, and pictures of their death. All around him, flashing, changing, interchanging, bleeding, crying, fighting, dying…
Zechs found himself dizzy from the room's effects, and he quickly leaned his hand against the wall closest to him for support. He slowly began to gain his bearings, when he noticed that picture his hand was on… And the picture did not change as quickly as the others.
It was a familiar person… Eyes like midnight fire, skin as pale as the moon, hair as black as night… Her information was displayed next to her face, also noted with a 'non-deceased' tag…
"Treize… You fucked up bastard…" Zechs could only mutter as he stood back, and immediately the room around him began to spin again. Treize knew he was there… Pictures and camera shots of her began to come up all around the room, the digital pictures swirling and conforming to her, every detail, every sick detail that could be seen from the bugs Treize planted…
"You fucked up bastard! Can you hear me?!" Zechs yelled, his voice laced with deep anger as he drove his fist into the wall, and immediately the contorting images shut off, and he was left in almost complete darkness. No sooner had he thought he had peace, then the normal… Hardly normal pictures began to come back up again… And he slowly began to realize that the pictures were not only of people, they were all of soldiers… All the soldiers…
And now, two more pictures caught his attention… Noin's, and his own… He stared in disbelief, as he moved forward…
There was Noin's picture, and then next to it read the following information:
Name: Lucrezia Noin
Cause of Death: Killed in Action
At first, it did not phase him, until he saw the last sentence… Her date of death… Which read… Five years ago…
Name: Zechs Merquise
Cause of Death: Killed in Action
Five years ago…
Zechs took a step back, and stumbled, finding the ground a harsh awakening that he had hoped for. However, when he looked back up, the same two pictures were still there… And the slowly began to switch… The pictures of death… How…
"What…Is this…?"
Now is my time,
It's my time to dream…
Dream of the sky…
Make me believe that this place
Isn't made by the poison in me.
Help me decide if my fire,
Will burn out before you can breathe…
Breathe into me…
Muse Mariachi: Queso!
Author's Note: Are you confused?! Are you?! ARE YOU!??! AHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAH. AHAHHAHAHAHAHAH. AHAHHAHAHAHA…
Muse Mariachi: Queso!
Well… Wow… 2 chapters in one night. I rather liked how this one turned out. And if I don't get reviews there'll be hell to pay, I say, HELL!
Oh yah, it's 11:30… I have a Jap test tomorrow… That I haven't studied for… Ehehehe…
Muse Mariachi: Como estas tu llama?
