The Lost Years
Chapter 3
Disclaimer: I do not own zoids, nor any zoids characters. This is an original work of fanfiction, all similarities to events are completly coincidental.
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Van bolted to Fiona's side after hearing the scream. He thought he was going to have a heart attack when he heard that. Van kneeled by the bed and held Fiona's hand. Fiona was siting up now, looking straight ahead in fear, trying to decipher the meaning of this dream. "Fiona! Are you alright?" Van asked. Fiona looked down at Van. Her eyes showed terror, it was of a fear that Van couldn't comprehend. Fiona shook her head a second, trying to clear her thoughts, trying to say something, but unable to. Feeling Van's hand on hers helped. She knew she was out of danger, at least for now. 'But..what did the voice mean, it said I better get used to it', Fiona thought. Fiona, although able to shake some of the residual fear, could not shake the strange feeling in the pit of her stomach. "Fiona?" Fiona was finally able to make out words. "Van.....I....Dreamt....." Fiona said, looking almost forcing the words out. She was continuing to speak better as she continued. "It .was the.sphere." Van stared hard into her eyes. She didn't want to talk about it right now, he could see that. A beam of light from the window fell across his face, causing him to squint. He moved freom kneeling and sat on the bed besides Fiona. Van simply held her, whatever she saw was to much for words right now. Fiona buried her head in Van's chest, wanting to forget, knowing she couldn't. "I think you need a break, Fiona." Van said. "Just rest for now." Fiona was happy to oblige, she wasn't moving a muscle except for her breath, which seemed unsteady and nervous. They sat like that for a long while.
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Fiona sat, curled in the fetal position, on the bed. Van had left to gather information, anything that could tell them what the was going on. Fiona shivered involentarily. It was not because of her temperature, her fever had gone down a few hours ago and she was for the most part feeling fine. She just couldn't help but shiver when she thought about the dream. She tried to decipher it, the only thing she could do was to take it literaly. The sphere had the power to kill with fear. But where did this dream come from? What was the point of the sphere's power attacking her if just to give away what powers the sphere had? She knew as well as Van that something else was the point of that beam, and this was just the beginning. Fiona started to get a headache. Her questions just lead to more questions. Fiona laid her head back on the pillow and stared out the window. Clouds were coming and now blocked most of the sunlight. It was eerily dark. Fiona didn't want to sleep, she was afraid to. But, she couldn't help it. The atmosphere around her was so inviting that she had to give in. She fought one last time to keep her eyes open, but they closed just the same. Fiona fell into a deep, dark sleep.
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Van was in the large, ornate reference room of the public library. On the table in front of him were stacks upon stacks of ancient zoidian legends and history. One book after another Van searched through, still all searches turning up empty. Book after book was thrown aside, creating another stack of books. Van was on the final book in the pile and leafing through the pages when he finally found something familiar. There it was...a picture of that sphere. Van continued reading. As he was reading the rather short entry of the "Sphere of Terror", Fiona walked in behind him, not saying a word. Van turned around quickly in surprise hearing someone come in. "Oh, hey Fiona what are you doing here you should be resting!" Van said to her. Fiona just stood perfectly straight. "Fiona...?" Van said, and that is when he noticed her eyes. They were not Fiona's eyes. They were...pitch black..... Van was hit with shock and a lot more questions than he was able to think about. He got up and faced her, just as she walked over and lifted him by the neck of his shirt with one arm. With a quick flip of her wrist Van went sailing out of the window, causing shards of broken glass to fly everywhere. Van groaned and tried to get up, glass scratching his arm. Those eyes..... Fiona jumped out the now nonexistant window. Van stood and faced her, not sure what to do. "Fiona! Are you in there?" Van said loudly. She was obviously possessed by ............something. She didn't say a word, she just walked slowly towards Van. She stopped and bent down and picked up a large, sharp shard of glass. Van stood there. He couldn't attack her!
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Fiona was in a state of unawarness . Which though, she couldn't be sure. It felt like she was blissfully floating away. She tried to fight it off...she knew something was wrong. She was met by waves of torment and pain, masked by the cloudyness of her soul. She was coming to her senses inside herself...
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Van tried to push her away, but her strength was incredible. She just barely shoved him and he was back on the ground, glass pressing into his back as he fell. Fiona knelt down in front of him with the glass shard, eyes still black and staring, unwavering.
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Fiona was struggling. The force inside of her was still weak, she could feel it. She might just be able to fight it off enough to get control of herself, just for now. The pain, fear and haze she felt was great, but still she wrestled onwards for control.
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The possessed Fiona lifted the blade above her head. Van tried to swat it away, but she was to strong. She pushed his hands down and gave him a backhand in the face. Van couldn't think, that hit knocked his head against the cold ground, dizzing him. Fiona again lifted her hands with the makeshift glass dagger. She brought them down, aiming for Van's heart..................
TO BE CONTINUED.....
Yes I know, evil cliffhanger :-) MUAHAha...err..yeah.... Next Chapter soon! Keep Reviewing!
Chapter 3
Disclaimer: I do not own zoids, nor any zoids characters. This is an original work of fanfiction, all similarities to events are completly coincidental.
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Van bolted to Fiona's side after hearing the scream. He thought he was going to have a heart attack when he heard that. Van kneeled by the bed and held Fiona's hand. Fiona was siting up now, looking straight ahead in fear, trying to decipher the meaning of this dream. "Fiona! Are you alright?" Van asked. Fiona looked down at Van. Her eyes showed terror, it was of a fear that Van couldn't comprehend. Fiona shook her head a second, trying to clear her thoughts, trying to say something, but unable to. Feeling Van's hand on hers helped. She knew she was out of danger, at least for now. 'But..what did the voice mean, it said I better get used to it', Fiona thought. Fiona, although able to shake some of the residual fear, could not shake the strange feeling in the pit of her stomach. "Fiona?" Fiona was finally able to make out words. "Van.....I....Dreamt....." Fiona said, looking almost forcing the words out. She was continuing to speak better as she continued. "It .was the.sphere." Van stared hard into her eyes. She didn't want to talk about it right now, he could see that. A beam of light from the window fell across his face, causing him to squint. He moved freom kneeling and sat on the bed besides Fiona. Van simply held her, whatever she saw was to much for words right now. Fiona buried her head in Van's chest, wanting to forget, knowing she couldn't. "I think you need a break, Fiona." Van said. "Just rest for now." Fiona was happy to oblige, she wasn't moving a muscle except for her breath, which seemed unsteady and nervous. They sat like that for a long while.
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Fiona sat, curled in the fetal position, on the bed. Van had left to gather information, anything that could tell them what the was going on. Fiona shivered involentarily. It was not because of her temperature, her fever had gone down a few hours ago and she was for the most part feeling fine. She just couldn't help but shiver when she thought about the dream. She tried to decipher it, the only thing she could do was to take it literaly. The sphere had the power to kill with fear. But where did this dream come from? What was the point of the sphere's power attacking her if just to give away what powers the sphere had? She knew as well as Van that something else was the point of that beam, and this was just the beginning. Fiona started to get a headache. Her questions just lead to more questions. Fiona laid her head back on the pillow and stared out the window. Clouds were coming and now blocked most of the sunlight. It was eerily dark. Fiona didn't want to sleep, she was afraid to. But, she couldn't help it. The atmosphere around her was so inviting that she had to give in. She fought one last time to keep her eyes open, but they closed just the same. Fiona fell into a deep, dark sleep.
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Van was in the large, ornate reference room of the public library. On the table in front of him were stacks upon stacks of ancient zoidian legends and history. One book after another Van searched through, still all searches turning up empty. Book after book was thrown aside, creating another stack of books. Van was on the final book in the pile and leafing through the pages when he finally found something familiar. There it was...a picture of that sphere. Van continued reading. As he was reading the rather short entry of the "Sphere of Terror", Fiona walked in behind him, not saying a word. Van turned around quickly in surprise hearing someone come in. "Oh, hey Fiona what are you doing here you should be resting!" Van said to her. Fiona just stood perfectly straight. "Fiona...?" Van said, and that is when he noticed her eyes. They were not Fiona's eyes. They were...pitch black..... Van was hit with shock and a lot more questions than he was able to think about. He got up and faced her, just as she walked over and lifted him by the neck of his shirt with one arm. With a quick flip of her wrist Van went sailing out of the window, causing shards of broken glass to fly everywhere. Van groaned and tried to get up, glass scratching his arm. Those eyes..... Fiona jumped out the now nonexistant window. Van stood and faced her, not sure what to do. "Fiona! Are you in there?" Van said loudly. She was obviously possessed by ............something. She didn't say a word, she just walked slowly towards Van. She stopped and bent down and picked up a large, sharp shard of glass. Van stood there. He couldn't attack her!
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Fiona was in a state of unawarness . Which though, she couldn't be sure. It felt like she was blissfully floating away. She tried to fight it off...she knew something was wrong. She was met by waves of torment and pain, masked by the cloudyness of her soul. She was coming to her senses inside herself...
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Van tried to push her away, but her strength was incredible. She just barely shoved him and he was back on the ground, glass pressing into his back as he fell. Fiona knelt down in front of him with the glass shard, eyes still black and staring, unwavering.
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Fiona was struggling. The force inside of her was still weak, she could feel it. She might just be able to fight it off enough to get control of herself, just for now. The pain, fear and haze she felt was great, but still she wrestled onwards for control.
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The possessed Fiona lifted the blade above her head. Van tried to swat it away, but she was to strong. She pushed his hands down and gave him a backhand in the face. Van couldn't think, that hit knocked his head against the cold ground, dizzing him. Fiona again lifted her hands with the makeshift glass dagger. She brought them down, aiming for Van's heart..................
TO BE CONTINUED.....
Yes I know, evil cliffhanger :-) MUAHAha...err..yeah.... Next Chapter soon! Keep Reviewing!