Author's Note: Yes yes I realize it's been a LONG time since I last updated this, but I got sidetracked -.- Let me just say if you ever need to read a good fantasy series try "A Song of Ice and Fire" by George R.R. Martin. GREAT books, had me sucked in till the end and it's still not over. So anyways, this sucker's kinda long, probably the longest one yet. The beginning may seem shakey, I've been trying to get that fixed forever but I can never write it so it works right. Ah well, read on if you're still interested! *kicks the ones that are sleeping*
Copyright and Disclaimer: I have not, do not, and will never own Zelda… If I did I'd be in the bahamas by now getting a decent tan being waited on by Lucas, heheh. ^^ Also any new characters that are introduced in here are mine! If anyone would think of using this crap without my permission is truly desperate, and should really learn to steal better things!
Chapter 5~
Lyndsey almost jumped for joy once seeing the motel straight ahead. Rest at last! She could just feel it now, the cheap motel spring bed, the scratchy sheets, even the flat pillows. Usually it would probably take her hours to get used to not being in her own bed, but at this moment she would pass out on a bed of nails.
Never once did that large letter D look so beautiful until the moment Lyndsey came galloping by. Now to only go through the hall and right into the first door and she would be seconds from dreamland. Tomorrow she would give her professor a big fat kiss for giving her the first room nearest to the door.
Her fingers brushed across the key that dwelled in her pant's pocket. It only fit the front door, though the more her fingers grazed across it the more doubts filled her head. She knew it had to be way past curfew. What if she would walk in only to be caught by some loud mouth wanting the favor of a certain professor? Who knows what would happen to her grade then. The patio doors only unlocked from the inside, but Lyndsey already told Shawna to leave them unlock. Might as well choose the patio, the quickest and safest way.
The moonlight shone off the sliding glass, making them glow as if they were enchanted mirrors. Maybe I'll be lucky enough to scare Shawna out of her beauty sleep. Lyndsey thought with an snicker.
It was easy enough to find the doors, being they were in the first room of the section. Lyndsey first tried to peek through the glass, muttering to herself when not being able to see anything, "If she has anyone, anyone at all in that room with her she'll be the one sleeping in the great outdoors."
Reaching out, Lyndsey gave a quick tug to the handle on the door, nothing moved. A few more grunts and tugs still gave nothing. Locked out, of course, what else could go wrong this night?
Lyndsey sighed, kicking at a piece of cheap, plastic lawn furniture that littered the wooden deck belonging to each room. Quickly and as quietly as possible she snuck through the big D section doors and brushed down the hall to her door. She almost felt like kicking the door in, at least she wouldn't have to worry about being locked out ever again.
The room was nearly pitch dark. A night-light glowed like a torch in the bathroom, but it didn't provide any use when the bathroom door was almost shut. Lyndsey wove around discarded clothing that made a jagged trail from the door to the bed; it was just as she reluctantly figured. Hopefully whoever had given Shawna a visit was gone by now, or they were both sleeping. Lyndsey aimed herself to the bed nearest to the patio doors, being it looked as if it was undisturbed. Shrugging off her pants and losing her first shirt she tumbled into her bed equipped with a T-shirt and underwear. She buried her head in a pillow and grabbed what few blankets there were, hugging them tightly to her. This was paradise in itself, the cheap springs seemed to mold to her and the blankets already enveloped her in warmth. Lyndsey was just on the verge of mentally disappearing from this world until…
A grunt and the movement of something made the bed wiggle. Lyndsey ignored it, nothing would ruin this peaceful and comfortable moment. But then an arm wrapped around her stomach, pulling her closer to its owner. She felt breathing on her neck, enough to make goosebumps appear instantly. A gruff voice whispered in her ear while a hand groped around with her shirt, "Hey baby, I knew you'd change your mind about a third round."
No, no that isn't… it can't be… I'm dreaming… I have to be. Lyndsey's eyes were wide as saucers, and she was almost too shocked to breathe let alone move. That is until whoever's arm then found its way up her shirt... way up her shirt... way too far up..
She was up in an instant, throwing back the covers and flying out of the bed. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY BED?!" She screamed, so flustered by what just happened she blew up louder than she wanted.
The lights flicked on then, by a red haired man only in his underwear. The moment he saw who he had just shared the bed with his jaw hit the floor, and looked like he was about to wet his pants at any moment.
"Did you REALLY have to scream so LOUD?" A shrill and groggy voice answered. Shawna didn't even bother to sit up in bed, but looked as if she had a rough night the way it was.
Lyndsey's heart was speeding beyond imagine, her anger was becoming so flared her head felt as if it was about to explode. Him, Argh! He touched me! He touched me like that! How could he!? He's dead, I'm killing him right now.. He's dieing.. He's going to die right in front of her! "Out of ALL the guys there are here you brought THAT in here?! Did you even know what he was trying to do!?"
"I didn't mean it!" Gary blurted out; "If I knew it was you I wouldn't have even used that bed!" By then he had finally got his act together, and was ready for insults, but Lyndsey wasn't just going to give insults. The minute he glanced at her face and eyes his small eyes became twice their size.
Her eyes were a blue raging fire. Reaching for him she dug her nails into his arms and yanked him up. "You're leaving, right now! And I don't want to see, or hear, or feel anything from you ever again for the rest of this trip!"
Gary was more than two times Lyndsey's strength and weight, but she held him up and half carried him to the door as if he a small child. The door flew open, slamming against the wall hard enough to send up a huge crack. Gary then followed by flying out with as much force. Some of the neighbor's doors were already beginning to open up, wondering what all the noise was at this hour. Stumbling across the carpet, Gary lost his balance and fell against the wall on the other side.
Lyndsey disappeared for a moment from the doorway, long enough to gather up what clothes were his. When reappearing she whipped all of it at him, hoping to hit him in the head with his belt buckle. Laughs were already beginning to surround her, and if she wasn't in such a blind rage she would have been embarrassed enough to blush.
Kyle was one of the other occupants of the motel to catch most of what was going on. He threw open his door first, knowing enough the distant screaming was Lyndsey's. Gawking at the scene, he was about the only one not dieing of laughter. Usually he would find this hilarious, but Lyndsey didn't even look like herself, and her eyes almost seemed to have a glow to them. Gary's lucky his head's not on a stick, and Lyndsey looks as if she's gone through a real life nightmare.
Gary was just trying to get up to his feet when Lyndsey stepped out and yelled at him in the most anger-filled and threatening voice possible, "If I ever see you anywhere near me, yes NEAR me again. I will remove what brought you to this room in the first place and nail it to the wall above your bed!" Then before waiting for an answer she stalked back to the room, slamming the door shut once more behind her.
The entire hallway was in a riot. Gary, shamed in front of them all, it was a not an everyday sight. No one was likely to forget this for a long time. Cursing, he got to his feet. His legs seemed wobbly after the entire ordeal, which didn't make the situation better for him. Remarks were shouted towards him, but bounced right off, not even sinking through the skull. The murderous looks Lyndsey had given her were enough to give nightmares for the rest of his life and held all of his thoughts at the moment.
Kyle watched him like a hawk while Gary shoved past him to get through the door. "No closing remarks? No come backs? Nothing?" He questioned.
"Don't taunt me Slicn. Try going through that without shitting your pants. Then, if you're still alive, we'll talk." Gary's face was pale, and how he spoke was a complete opposite of his usual cocky self.
Usually this would have been a perfect time for Gary to brag about whatever he had done to Lyndsey, but it almost seemed as if he suddenly became scared of Lyndsey. Kyle stood at the door for some time, replaying the events of the nights inside his mind while giving Gary an unconcealed stare.
"Quit gawking and shut off that damn light already!" Gary snapped, ripping back the covers of one of the beds and crawling in. He threw his clothes to a vacant corner as they snapped against the wall.
Clicking off the light, Kyle sat on the edge of his bed, too burdened by thoughts to get a decent night's sleep. Tomorrow morning he had to talk to Lyndsey, there was no doubt about it. He needed to know what happened this night when she ran off after the thief.
Drifting paranoid thoughts passed through his mind, and he cursed himself for not following her. She was already gone from his sight when he had realized what was happening. Already proving enough times before she could take care of herself he left her alone. But he always had this feeling she sometimes needed the protection she never asks for. Kyle knew her too well and too long, she can't go through everything alone, like how most of her life has been played. I won't let her run off again alone, I won't. Next time she's not going to go through her problems alone. With those words echoing inside his mind Kyle laid back and drifted off to sleep.
******
The moment Lyndsey slammed that door shut the energy seemed to drain away to nothing. She felt shaky and dizzy, as if she hadn't eaten at all for the entire day. Shawna was yelling something at her, but it sounded hollow throughout her head, and it pained her ears. Feeling worse every moment, Lyndsey stumbled into in the bed again, and was out even before her head hit the pillow.
Hack.
Slash.
Hack.
Slash.
The steel glided like a bird of prey, taking down any oncoming blows. Still the eyes never stopped glowing, the red lanterns never even flickered. Blood spilled over her arms like a waterfall, to the point where no white of skin showed. She felt the off and on brush of fur across her face, and the gleaming of sudden teeth sent shocks of pain through her entire system. But the eyes never move, never faltered, never blinked.
Then it was all playing over again, the forest, the wolf, the dagger, the pain and blood. Everything was the exactly the same, being carried out in some kind of morbid replay. Though once the wolf was killed and burned she didn't go for the dagger, her body wouldn't allow herself to move. The forest began to fade away around her, turning blacker, darker, soon becoming nothing. The dagger and she were the only things left in this nothing. It then began to come alive, producing its own light that shown a vibrant blue.
Beams of light, exactly three, projected themselves from the glowing sword. At first they were just blue-white beams, but soon pictures began to show within them. The first withheld a scene with the small people in green, playing within their village. The second was one of a large volcano, gray smoke creating a ring around it. The third was even odder, depicting a cavernous world filled with nude people in the forms of fish. A flash, then the pictures were gone.
Replacing each picture was a stone, all three lined in gold and in different shapes. The stone replacing the forest scene was an emerald green, the second looked to be a ruby filled with fire and the third a clear water sapphire. Spinning slowly they gave a three colored glow that shined on her face.
"…Remember…" The air around her hissed. Its voice was a combination of three; a voice that was deep, hard, and cruel; another that was soft, kind, and gentle; the last being stern, understanding, and tolerant.
She turned around in a circle, trying to find the owner of the voice. "Remember what?" She yelled, though the space that surrounded her swallowed her voice right after it left her mouth.
The voice all but ignored her question. "…Accept…"
She sighed, muttering under her breath, "That really answers a lot."
What felt like some invisible hand lashed out and smacked her across the face, knocking her to the floor.
"…Listen…" This time the mixture of voices had hissed with an eminent anger, darkening the glow of the sword.
Blackness began to swirl around her. The stones, the glow, the sword itself were gone, swallowed whole along with herself. Stillness hung heavily in the air, saturating it to the point where she had trouble breathing. It stayed like that for seconds, maybe even minutes or hours, she couldn't tell.
Then something caused her angular ears to perk up. A rustle, no, more like the harsh flap of wings. Louder it grew, overtaking the stillness. Soon it felt like she was surrounded, as the noise rattled her eardrums. "Black wings, like a raven's wings." She thought.
She now sensed something even more strange and terrible. It felt as if she was being watched by huge eyes, eyes that were more than the size of her. Eyes in which had just appeared in front of her. She gasped, trying to back away, or turn, but the distance from the eyes never changed. They were near to a Hylian's eyes by the look, though with irises the color of flowing blood. The dark and light of the red seemed to swirl and change every moment. She tried to close her eyes, but maybe they were already closed, for no matter what she did the eyes kept staring.
They were narrowed in a cruel gaze, and for the longest time she felt as if she was being stripped clean of every secret and every thought she contained within herself. The experience was so terrifying she could only stay stilland cry.
"No… Stop it.. STOP IT!" Her mind screamed out in agony, for her mouth wouldn't open and no voice would come. The scream seemed to rip out of her head and overcame everything with a shrill, bloodcurdling force.
Lyndsey was up almost instantly, her breathing ragged and her throat pulled and sore. Sunlight shone on her face, so bright she brought up an arm to cover her eyes. Purple spots floated everything when she blinked. Morning? Already? How can that be?
"What was that all about? Gary groping you once again?" Her room companion barked. "You scream loud enough to wake half of the motel."
Lyndsey grumbled. The strange dream was already beginning to fade away from her mind, though her entire head seemed to explode with each throb. "What time is it?" She asked, her voice barely about a whisper.
"Nine." Shawna answered, more preoccupied with what was on the TV as she casually flipped through channels. She was already dressed and ready, her bags packed neatly. What was even worse was that she even made her bed.
Lyndsey could only blink. No human would ever clean up a motel room that neat. "Doesn't the bus leave at 9:30?" She asked, hoping she was wrong about the time.
A wicked grin slowly crawled across Shawna's face. "You got it, and from how you look I'd get going if I was you."
Lyndsey cursed and threw back the covers. The minute she got to her feet she almost felt like screaming once again. Her legs and arms felt like she went for a 100 mile triathlon. As fast as she could possibly move Lyndsey shuffled through her bag, threw out enough clothes to go through the day and hobbled to the bathroom. She noticed throughout the whole time Shawna's constant snickering. "You really have reason to laugh, when there are millions of things about you that will give anyone fits of laughter." Lyndsey started as she went pass Shawna to the bathroom.
"Like what?" She asked, unlocking her eyes from the tv screen.
"Ohh, how about the look on your face when you find out what kind of diseases you get for laying down with dogs?" Lyndsey answered with a grin even more wicked than Shawna's.
"Sorry to disappoint, but I wasn't planning on "laying down" with Kyle." Shawna snapped, moving her eyes back to the television.
Lyndsey snorted. So you wanna dance? I'll take you for a spin. "Yet you lay with everything else."
"Oh stop acting bitter just because I'm wanted and you're not."
She couldn't help but laugh, but Lyndsey had to end this quick or else walk to Hyrule Castle Town. "Sorry I'm not bitter about being "wanted" for only a night's worth." Then with a final grin, Lyndsey limped toward the bathroom.
Humid, moisture filled air smacked her head-on once she opened the bathroom door all the way. She was almost too scared to find out how filthy she got last night, but Lyndsey gritted her teeth and looked into the huge mirror aligning the sink. Her hair was mussed and full of dirt, but that was a given. Clothes also looked a little dirty and sweat stained. But then she looked herself in the eyes and saw the one thing that almost made her faint. Grabbing a hold of the edge of the sink counter she steadied herself as she looked closer at her face. A red mark had savagely overtaken her right cheek, and it felt swollen when her fingers lightly touched it.
It was a dream… only a dream. Wasn't it? Yeah, I just smacked my face across something when I ran through the woods. That couldn't be made by a hand, no. It can't. Turning abruptly away from the mirror, she started the water while throwing off what clothes she had left on. Lyndsey almost jumped right in until noticing the bandage on her arm. Not wanting it to get wet she bit her lip and started ripping the tissue and unraveling it. Her arm felt tingly from the returning circulation once the bandage was undone. She expected it to be dirty and disgusting, but once her arm was exposed Lyndsey almost fainted a second time. Her arm was completely healed, as if she never had gotten scratched up in the first place.
"Too bad I didn't get more of that stuff." She muttered, before diving into the water, ready to scrub until she had only two layers of skin instead of three.
******
Relieving as it was, Lyndsey sure wasn't relieved when looking at the clock when coming out of the shower. 9:20, she never could take short showers, even if she wasn't grimy all over.
Her hair hung in clumps like a mop, but she didn't care. Thinking the shower would wake her up was dead wrong, for now Lyndsey was even more tired than before and she was still extremely stiff. That castle had better have comfy beds, VERY comfy beds.
She put on her blackest look in case Shawna still wanted another round, but once she walked out someone else sat on Lyndsey's unmade bed, flipping through the channels without noticing her.
"What are you doing here?" Lyndsey asked suspiciously, still towel drying her hair.
Kyle looked at his watch; "Cutting it a little close?"
"I live life on the edge." She answered with a grin.
"On the edge of the road soon enough. Want me to help you pack?"
Grabbing any discarded clothing and items, Lyndsey stuffed them all in her bag. Then with two punches the bag was closed. "Nope, have it covered. Now let's go."
Kyle had just turned it to HNC (Hyrulian News Channel) and went off into his own little world, ignoring her question. He had a thing for politics, and knew so much about it that he frightened even the more avid followers of it.
Some young newswoman was sitting at a desk with a landscape backround behind her. Yet as she spoke the picture changed to random pictures of a Gerudo man, a huge Gerudo man. He dressed always in sharp black suits yet held the newfound style of men wearing long flowing capes with their suits. The cape was as black as his eyes, and the underside as orange and firey as his hair. A nose jutted out from his face so sharp it could have been a spear. Strong and frightening, just getting a glimpse of him made Lyndsey shiver.
"This Morning's Breaking news story – In a newfound attempt to push the vote for the return of a monarchy, vice-president Ganondorf Dragmire will make an appearance and the newly reconstructed Hyrule Castle in Hyrule Castle Town."
Ganondorf now was speaking to a reporter, his voice as deep and booming as a bass drum, "I believe that our grand country has gone through many troubles in these many years that a Democratic government has dominated. The more voices that are joined in the vote, the more time it takes for decisions to be made. This country can't spare that time any longer, action needs to happen, a change has to occur in order for us to survive."
"Critics claim though that the Vice-President is aiming more towards tyranny, and that his power-hungry ideas should be thrown aside before any damage is done."
Kyle muttered, "Tyranny is right, though the damage has already been done."
"What do you mean?" Lyndsey tilted her head.
"Throughout the entire time I have been interested in politics that man has been like a locust. He started at the way bottom a complete unknown to everyone who wasn't expected to make it far, yet it's still considered a mystery how he made his way up the ladder of success so quickly. The more ground he gained, the more of his followers came, replacing far more worthy men within the system. He even became Secretary of Defense before the last election, and now has donated more money to the army than to any other program in the last few years. He's gained so much support he's the most popular and loved man at this moment. It's almost like he knows things, things about power that no other person can comprehend. Something is about to happen, and he's going to be in the middle of it." Kyle explained in solemn tones.
"Then why hasn't there been anyone to stop this? I mean if you can notice this why can't anyone else?"
"How can you stop a man who is surrounded by power every step he takes? His followers are all over the system, from places as high as his to the lowest possible, right where he started at. He's so far into this that to remove him now would cause the entire government to fall, and he knows it."
Lyndsey sat for a moment without anything to say, letting his last few sentences sneak in. "Well, are you so sure his way will be so bad for the country?" She asked with a little bit of optimism.
Kyle just looked at her, his brown eyes that always showed kindness and sympathy towards her just giving a blank stare. He then suddenly blinked and changed the subject just as quick; "We should get to the bus. I still have to go to my room and grab my stuff." Kyle then stiffly got up, clicked off the TV, and headed for the door. "I'll save a seat for you." He finished with a soft smile before stepping outside.
"That was weird." Lyndsey muttered once the door was closed. Her mind soon wandered away from that thought once she saw what time it was. Grabbing her duffle bag, she stuffed whatever few items she still had out and sprinted for the door.
