Can someone please review a very desperate girl's story?? Just out of the
goodness of your heart.
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"You have to be joking," said Knives dully.
Legato shook his head, golden eyes glimmering. "Her name is Felicity. Before I ever knew you, we were wed, at a very young age, and then I was led to believe that she had died at the hands of some men who had attacked her on the street. That's when I began to hate humanity - and when you found me. I was seventeen."
Knives snorted.
Felicity raised an eyebrow.
Legato, in his melodious voice, continued on. "Let me show you this world I have found. It lies beneath the earth's surface, beneath a cold and desolate wasteland, and it is my Eden. Just as you sought yours, I have found mine."
"Why did you bring me here? Is there something you think we need to finish, because I feel that we are quite done with one another. I used you to the limit, and you are utterly worthless now. Pathetic." Knives was still playing to be superior, despite the show of strength Legato had just put on.
"We have many things to discuss. The first is what I am going to do to you. Come." Legato beckoned with his hand, seeing with extreme agitation that Knives balked at the invitation. "I wasn't asking you. I was telling you."
"And I'm refusing. I don't take orders from humans - especially slaves."
Felicity placed a restraining hand on Legato's shoulder, feeling him tense, and then turned to face the stubborn plant. Saying nothing, she locked gazes with him imploringly, and her eyes said something...somehow... Follow. Please. Paradise.
Paradise?
Knives walked past Legato, purposely brushing shoulders with him and successfully knocking him off balance. Pleased with his small triumph, he sauntered on towards the main door and then pushed it open, instantly squinting in regret when a bright light momentarily blinded his eyes.
Stepping out into a sandy beach, Legato slipped on a pair of shades and looked around with a sad smile, admiring the swaying palm trees, the blue sky, the ocean on the horizon. The air smelled wonderfully salty. Knowing that Knives would tag along out of pure curiosity, he moved smoothly on towards the water, walking with such ease that he almost glided. "See what I have accomplished?" he questioned, seeing with a grin that Knives was trying very hard to hide that he was impressed.
"Enough. Why did you bring me here? Did you want for my approval? Did you actually think I'd be proud?" He laughed coarsely.
"I brought you here for your life."
"Hmm." That didn't concern Knives too much. Legato Bluesummers was only human, after all.
They paused in their journey to see a most strange sight, one that caused Knives to pale quite suddenly. Lying stretched out on a beach towel, clad in a pair of blue swim trunks and with sunglasses shading his closed eyes, Midvalley was languidly sunbathing, not paying the pair any attention except for his obvious eavesdropping.
"Hornfreak?" whispered Knives edgily. "You're.dead."
"Hmm?" Midvalley slid the sunglasses down on the bridge of his nose, narrowing his eyes. "Knives? Oh. I'm not dead." Matter-of- factly, he put the glasses back on and went back to tanning.
Knives glanced about and saw that a familiar object was not by Midvalley's side. "Where is your saxophone?"
"What saxaphone?"
"Sophie.Stephanie. Something like that. It was your most prized possession...?"
Midvalley looked questioningly at Legato and then a look of recognition passed over his features. "Oh.Sylvia. Umm.here." He touched a gleaming saxophone that Knives could've sworn had not been there a few moments ago.
That was strange.
"You want to know what's going on?" said Legato, and Knives' got the feeling he was taunting him.
"I have from the beginning."
"You are here to return the favor that I did for you three years ago."
"And that means.?"
"Gosh, Knives, get a clue. He wants your life energy to give to Felicity so she can get back to normal. She's barely here as it is." Midvalley smiled. "I can't say I'll be sorry to see you go."
"You." seethed Knives, vision flickering, so intense was his anger. "I made you everything you ever wanted to be..."
"No! You made me be everything you ever wanted me to be!" Legato cried out, for the first time speaking with passion, with fury, his voice rising about a soft tone. "No more! No more, Knives!" He swept out a hand before him, eyes lusting for revenge. "I said something to your brother right before he shot me, and I'll say it again.... This is the climax, Knives..."
Knives took the opportunity of Legato being distracted by anger and threw everything that he had at him, throwing him completely off his feet and causing his back to arch up as his body involuntarily began to twist and strain. But Legato was fighting him, and brilliantly at that, so he did something he never thought he'd ever resort to. He fled. He ran, hard and fast, blind and panicked, his mind rapidly working. What the heck was going on?! None of this made any sense!
He passed by the blonde man who had been sitting at the table when he had awoken, but the man said nothing. What was up with this guy? Giving him little thought, he dashed into the musty palace, only to find it was now spotless, that the chandelier was a bit lower, and adorned with diamonds, while the tapestries depicted different pictures. No time to think about that. If only he could get to the source of all this, he could finally make it all stop and put Legato in his place!
There was a room that he found after minimal exploring, having found a forest, a field of snow, and even a circus, behind previous doors, but this place was quite different. It was completely plain and held only a metal chair, a pair of thin, black glasses attached to the arm on a length of chain. Intrigued, he began to inspect the chair, wondering what the secret was to it. After a while, he sat in it, waited a second or two, and then slipped on the glasses, frowning in disappointment when nothing happened. He rose again, and, convinced there was a meaning behind the shades, he broke the chain - very easily - and tucked them away in his pocket. Now, to find Legato and see if the glasses really did mean anything.
There was no need to go very far. Legato and Felicity burst in within a moment's notice, and Knives, smiling evilly in what was a bluff, pulled out the glasses, displaying them for Legato to see. Sure enough, Legato stopped in surprise.
"Are they important?" Knives cradled the fragile item in his palm, making a sure of putting them on and looking upon the couple. Nothing was changed. No, wait... Legato was there, but Felicity wasn't. He slipped them down, saw the woman, and then pushed them back up there. Now he saw her, now he didn't. Quickly, he accessed the human's mind and gleaned minimal information. Pushing past, he meandered out into the hall and looked around. There was no gold, no riches - just crude brick. "I see now."
Legato was very pale. Not because he was scared, but because he was finally having to admit the truth to himself.
"This isn't your Eden. This is your dream world. Nothing here is real." Knives pointed a finger to Felicity, whose emotions were of pure despair. "Including her."
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Ok, can someone please give me a review?? I'm beginning to feel rejected. LOL Anyhow, for our summary of the next chapter...
Legato tells how his dream world came to be and Knives destroys it, trapping them in just a prism of nothingness. Now they have to work together to separate what is real and what is not. And Felecity...well, she gets a better part.
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"You have to be joking," said Knives dully.
Legato shook his head, golden eyes glimmering. "Her name is Felicity. Before I ever knew you, we were wed, at a very young age, and then I was led to believe that she had died at the hands of some men who had attacked her on the street. That's when I began to hate humanity - and when you found me. I was seventeen."
Knives snorted.
Felicity raised an eyebrow.
Legato, in his melodious voice, continued on. "Let me show you this world I have found. It lies beneath the earth's surface, beneath a cold and desolate wasteland, and it is my Eden. Just as you sought yours, I have found mine."
"Why did you bring me here? Is there something you think we need to finish, because I feel that we are quite done with one another. I used you to the limit, and you are utterly worthless now. Pathetic." Knives was still playing to be superior, despite the show of strength Legato had just put on.
"We have many things to discuss. The first is what I am going to do to you. Come." Legato beckoned with his hand, seeing with extreme agitation that Knives balked at the invitation. "I wasn't asking you. I was telling you."
"And I'm refusing. I don't take orders from humans - especially slaves."
Felicity placed a restraining hand on Legato's shoulder, feeling him tense, and then turned to face the stubborn plant. Saying nothing, she locked gazes with him imploringly, and her eyes said something...somehow... Follow. Please. Paradise.
Paradise?
Knives walked past Legato, purposely brushing shoulders with him and successfully knocking him off balance. Pleased with his small triumph, he sauntered on towards the main door and then pushed it open, instantly squinting in regret when a bright light momentarily blinded his eyes.
Stepping out into a sandy beach, Legato slipped on a pair of shades and looked around with a sad smile, admiring the swaying palm trees, the blue sky, the ocean on the horizon. The air smelled wonderfully salty. Knowing that Knives would tag along out of pure curiosity, he moved smoothly on towards the water, walking with such ease that he almost glided. "See what I have accomplished?" he questioned, seeing with a grin that Knives was trying very hard to hide that he was impressed.
"Enough. Why did you bring me here? Did you want for my approval? Did you actually think I'd be proud?" He laughed coarsely.
"I brought you here for your life."
"Hmm." That didn't concern Knives too much. Legato Bluesummers was only human, after all.
They paused in their journey to see a most strange sight, one that caused Knives to pale quite suddenly. Lying stretched out on a beach towel, clad in a pair of blue swim trunks and with sunglasses shading his closed eyes, Midvalley was languidly sunbathing, not paying the pair any attention except for his obvious eavesdropping.
"Hornfreak?" whispered Knives edgily. "You're.dead."
"Hmm?" Midvalley slid the sunglasses down on the bridge of his nose, narrowing his eyes. "Knives? Oh. I'm not dead." Matter-of- factly, he put the glasses back on and went back to tanning.
Knives glanced about and saw that a familiar object was not by Midvalley's side. "Where is your saxophone?"
"What saxaphone?"
"Sophie.Stephanie. Something like that. It was your most prized possession...?"
Midvalley looked questioningly at Legato and then a look of recognition passed over his features. "Oh.Sylvia. Umm.here." He touched a gleaming saxophone that Knives could've sworn had not been there a few moments ago.
That was strange.
"You want to know what's going on?" said Legato, and Knives' got the feeling he was taunting him.
"I have from the beginning."
"You are here to return the favor that I did for you three years ago."
"And that means.?"
"Gosh, Knives, get a clue. He wants your life energy to give to Felicity so she can get back to normal. She's barely here as it is." Midvalley smiled. "I can't say I'll be sorry to see you go."
"You." seethed Knives, vision flickering, so intense was his anger. "I made you everything you ever wanted to be..."
"No! You made me be everything you ever wanted me to be!" Legato cried out, for the first time speaking with passion, with fury, his voice rising about a soft tone. "No more! No more, Knives!" He swept out a hand before him, eyes lusting for revenge. "I said something to your brother right before he shot me, and I'll say it again.... This is the climax, Knives..."
Knives took the opportunity of Legato being distracted by anger and threw everything that he had at him, throwing him completely off his feet and causing his back to arch up as his body involuntarily began to twist and strain. But Legato was fighting him, and brilliantly at that, so he did something he never thought he'd ever resort to. He fled. He ran, hard and fast, blind and panicked, his mind rapidly working. What the heck was going on?! None of this made any sense!
He passed by the blonde man who had been sitting at the table when he had awoken, but the man said nothing. What was up with this guy? Giving him little thought, he dashed into the musty palace, only to find it was now spotless, that the chandelier was a bit lower, and adorned with diamonds, while the tapestries depicted different pictures. No time to think about that. If only he could get to the source of all this, he could finally make it all stop and put Legato in his place!
There was a room that he found after minimal exploring, having found a forest, a field of snow, and even a circus, behind previous doors, but this place was quite different. It was completely plain and held only a metal chair, a pair of thin, black glasses attached to the arm on a length of chain. Intrigued, he began to inspect the chair, wondering what the secret was to it. After a while, he sat in it, waited a second or two, and then slipped on the glasses, frowning in disappointment when nothing happened. He rose again, and, convinced there was a meaning behind the shades, he broke the chain - very easily - and tucked them away in his pocket. Now, to find Legato and see if the glasses really did mean anything.
There was no need to go very far. Legato and Felicity burst in within a moment's notice, and Knives, smiling evilly in what was a bluff, pulled out the glasses, displaying them for Legato to see. Sure enough, Legato stopped in surprise.
"Are they important?" Knives cradled the fragile item in his palm, making a sure of putting them on and looking upon the couple. Nothing was changed. No, wait... Legato was there, but Felicity wasn't. He slipped them down, saw the woman, and then pushed them back up there. Now he saw her, now he didn't. Quickly, he accessed the human's mind and gleaned minimal information. Pushing past, he meandered out into the hall and looked around. There was no gold, no riches - just crude brick. "I see now."
Legato was very pale. Not because he was scared, but because he was finally having to admit the truth to himself.
"This isn't your Eden. This is your dream world. Nothing here is real." Knives pointed a finger to Felicity, whose emotions were of pure despair. "Including her."
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Ok, can someone please give me a review?? I'm beginning to feel rejected. LOL Anyhow, for our summary of the next chapter...
Legato tells how his dream world came to be and Knives destroys it, trapping them in just a prism of nothingness. Now they have to work together to separate what is real and what is not. And Felecity...well, she gets a better part.