Bunny in the Shadows,
By Naiad the Nymph
Chapter One: Dreams of Deserted Roads and Braided Boys
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As I drifted away from the talking brown haired braided boy and his friends, I closed my eyes. Suddenly, as if against my will, my eyes shot upon. I was sitting on a dusty ground, staring out at the open road. In my lap was a laptop and my ear had a speaker in it, that connected to a plastic piece that went around the side of my face and placed a microphone in front of my face. I heard whispered voices in it, talking to each other and not involving me so I remained silent and only half-listened. To the left of me was a large, industrialized city that towered in to the sky and caused a dark shadow to embrace the ground surrounding it. Luckily, were I sat in the dusty desert was quite far from the city and so no dark shadow fell upon my figure; only the blazing hot shadow of the bright, unforgiving sun could be. .
It took me a few seconds to recognize where I was and finally a memory of a mission a year ago entered my brain. This was the last time I had seen the brown-haired braided boy before my after-death. Unexpectedly I heard a whispered, monotone question directed towards me. Without thinking, my body started typing in the laptop and different screens popped up, showing different information. Against my will, my body, my voice, answered the question in a monotone voice. I sighed, knowing that I had no control over what I was doing, only the chance to relive a memory.
The world was silent for a few minutes, except for the barely heard loud noises of the city, before I heard the loud sound of a roaring engine heading towards me. I remained still as the vehicle came closer to me. Soon it vipped passed me, speeding at an amazing rate. My quick eyes caught the sight of a black motorcycle containing a sole driver - teenager boy without a helmet, my mind added in. I sighed, guessing that like all speedy riders without helmets, he would probably die young. Before I had even finished sighing, the engine sounded died down and then starting roaring again. I noticed that the motorcycle was coming towards me, again. My body stood up, not out of fear but out of worry that the boy coming back may be a suspicious enemy. The black motorcycle stopped right in front of me and the teenager boy jumped off it. His brown hair was in an extremely long braid and his purple eyes shinned with joy.
"My I offer you, my beautiful lady, a ride," the boy asked me.
"If I were you, Duo Maxwell, I would turn around," my body replied. I had recognized that boy automatically when he had stopped the bike. He was a boy I had meet awhile back on a different colony, under different circumstances.
The boy looked surprised. "How do you know me?" He asked that question in a rarely seen serious voice that damned a reply.
"Search your memory. I played an important part in the development of your name, in your life, don't you remember?" I stated in monotone, only breaking my voice into a question near the end of my statement. He stared at me and his eyes did not flicker anything that showed recognition me. "I will repeat again Duo, get out of here now." Before he could respond, a voice in my speaker started to talk.
"Bombs placed, set for five minutes"
"Five minutes?" I spoke directly in to my microphone. "Is that enough time to get me," my voice was a showing that I was a little nervous. I didn't want to be caught in the explosion.
"Don't worry, I will get there in time," the voice responded.
I was still unsure if the person could, they could be anywhere, so I questioned the voice again. "Promise?"
"Yes, I promise, Bunny," the voice whispered in agitation. I smiled and looked back at the boy. His eyes seemed to smile at me, which made my heart skip a beat; he recognized and remembered me.
"It has been a long time since I have seen you Bunny. Good Luck and I will take your warning. Goodbye." With that the carefree boy hopped back on his motorcycle and drove away, in the opposite direction that he originally was going. I sighed with relief; I did not want him to die.
"Four more minutes..." A different voice spoke these words in the microphone. The voice was softer and filled with happiness yet solemnity at the same time. "Three more...." "Two more..." "Final minute" I remained standing as I waited for my ride. "Ze.."
A loud explosion blocked out the rest of the voices countdown. My body's automatic response would have been to place my hands over my ears, had I not had training. The earth started to shake due to the explosion which was soon followed by another and another and another, so many that I almost lost my balance, had I not been able to move my feet quick enough to keep steady. The huge city near me went up in to flames and the sound of screaming and angst could just be heard in my ears. The sky above me turned dark with smoke and soon giant fireballs of parts of the city started falling down around me. More explosions were heard, some farther then the first and many, extremely many heading towards me. I was starting to get worried when I could no longer see the city, only smoke and more blasts. My ears screamed with what the sound was doing to my eardrums, but luckily the screams had finally stopped. My brain registered that in the next few seconds, a bomb would go off right where I stood and my body prepared to die.
Then, like an angel, a racing motorcycle appeared out of the smoke and headed straight for me. It slowed a few seconds when it was mere feet from me, my hand grabbing on to the out stretched arm of the occupant on the cycle and flipping my body on to the back of the motorcycle, as it was starting to build up speed again. I took a quick glance behind me, seeing another explosion right where I had been a second ago and sending my abandoned laptop in to the sky as burning flames. Facing forward, I grabbed the waist of the person who had rescued me. "Your late Andréa" The black, short-cuted hair girl smirked at me. I closed my eyes, letting the speed take over my thoughts, my life. I could feel the wind pull back my hair, sending it everywhere. I loved this feeling; I felt so free. I loved this feeling just as much as I loved the violet eyed boy I had just saw. Oh, how my body, my past self hoped he was okay; while I knew quite well that he was fine enough to see my deserving death.
As if by magic, the feeling of wind rushing by me stopped and the roar of the motorcycle stopped. I could no longer hear anything; except for this barely audibly snore. I slowly opened my eyes to be greeted by a fabric that I knew so well and was so familiar with, except I had no clue where I had seen before. I pulled it back to see I sight that I could not recall ever witnessing before, but my inner self told me that this, this was once my home.
A/N: In case this part didn't make much sense to you, Bunny has no control over her movements but is only reliving a memory with her past self actually living the memory out and filling her head with many (but not all) of her thoughts and feelings. Hope that short explanation helps you understand what is happening, if you don't already, and if you still don't understand please just tell me so in your comments and I will try to improve the explanation and story so it makes sense.
By Naiad the Nymph
Chapter One: Dreams of Deserted Roads and Braided Boys
------------------------------------------------
As I drifted away from the talking brown haired braided boy and his friends, I closed my eyes. Suddenly, as if against my will, my eyes shot upon. I was sitting on a dusty ground, staring out at the open road. In my lap was a laptop and my ear had a speaker in it, that connected to a plastic piece that went around the side of my face and placed a microphone in front of my face. I heard whispered voices in it, talking to each other and not involving me so I remained silent and only half-listened. To the left of me was a large, industrialized city that towered in to the sky and caused a dark shadow to embrace the ground surrounding it. Luckily, were I sat in the dusty desert was quite far from the city and so no dark shadow fell upon my figure; only the blazing hot shadow of the bright, unforgiving sun could be. .
It took me a few seconds to recognize where I was and finally a memory of a mission a year ago entered my brain. This was the last time I had seen the brown-haired braided boy before my after-death. Unexpectedly I heard a whispered, monotone question directed towards me. Without thinking, my body started typing in the laptop and different screens popped up, showing different information. Against my will, my body, my voice, answered the question in a monotone voice. I sighed, knowing that I had no control over what I was doing, only the chance to relive a memory.
The world was silent for a few minutes, except for the barely heard loud noises of the city, before I heard the loud sound of a roaring engine heading towards me. I remained still as the vehicle came closer to me. Soon it vipped passed me, speeding at an amazing rate. My quick eyes caught the sight of a black motorcycle containing a sole driver - teenager boy without a helmet, my mind added in. I sighed, guessing that like all speedy riders without helmets, he would probably die young. Before I had even finished sighing, the engine sounded died down and then starting roaring again. I noticed that the motorcycle was coming towards me, again. My body stood up, not out of fear but out of worry that the boy coming back may be a suspicious enemy. The black motorcycle stopped right in front of me and the teenager boy jumped off it. His brown hair was in an extremely long braid and his purple eyes shinned with joy.
"My I offer you, my beautiful lady, a ride," the boy asked me.
"If I were you, Duo Maxwell, I would turn around," my body replied. I had recognized that boy automatically when he had stopped the bike. He was a boy I had meet awhile back on a different colony, under different circumstances.
The boy looked surprised. "How do you know me?" He asked that question in a rarely seen serious voice that damned a reply.
"Search your memory. I played an important part in the development of your name, in your life, don't you remember?" I stated in monotone, only breaking my voice into a question near the end of my statement. He stared at me and his eyes did not flicker anything that showed recognition me. "I will repeat again Duo, get out of here now." Before he could respond, a voice in my speaker started to talk.
"Bombs placed, set for five minutes"
"Five minutes?" I spoke directly in to my microphone. "Is that enough time to get me," my voice was a showing that I was a little nervous. I didn't want to be caught in the explosion.
"Don't worry, I will get there in time," the voice responded.
I was still unsure if the person could, they could be anywhere, so I questioned the voice again. "Promise?"
"Yes, I promise, Bunny," the voice whispered in agitation. I smiled and looked back at the boy. His eyes seemed to smile at me, which made my heart skip a beat; he recognized and remembered me.
"It has been a long time since I have seen you Bunny. Good Luck and I will take your warning. Goodbye." With that the carefree boy hopped back on his motorcycle and drove away, in the opposite direction that he originally was going. I sighed with relief; I did not want him to die.
"Four more minutes..." A different voice spoke these words in the microphone. The voice was softer and filled with happiness yet solemnity at the same time. "Three more...." "Two more..." "Final minute" I remained standing as I waited for my ride. "Ze.."
A loud explosion blocked out the rest of the voices countdown. My body's automatic response would have been to place my hands over my ears, had I not had training. The earth started to shake due to the explosion which was soon followed by another and another and another, so many that I almost lost my balance, had I not been able to move my feet quick enough to keep steady. The huge city near me went up in to flames and the sound of screaming and angst could just be heard in my ears. The sky above me turned dark with smoke and soon giant fireballs of parts of the city started falling down around me. More explosions were heard, some farther then the first and many, extremely many heading towards me. I was starting to get worried when I could no longer see the city, only smoke and more blasts. My ears screamed with what the sound was doing to my eardrums, but luckily the screams had finally stopped. My brain registered that in the next few seconds, a bomb would go off right where I stood and my body prepared to die.
Then, like an angel, a racing motorcycle appeared out of the smoke and headed straight for me. It slowed a few seconds when it was mere feet from me, my hand grabbing on to the out stretched arm of the occupant on the cycle and flipping my body on to the back of the motorcycle, as it was starting to build up speed again. I took a quick glance behind me, seeing another explosion right where I had been a second ago and sending my abandoned laptop in to the sky as burning flames. Facing forward, I grabbed the waist of the person who had rescued me. "Your late Andréa" The black, short-cuted hair girl smirked at me. I closed my eyes, letting the speed take over my thoughts, my life. I could feel the wind pull back my hair, sending it everywhere. I loved this feeling; I felt so free. I loved this feeling just as much as I loved the violet eyed boy I had just saw. Oh, how my body, my past self hoped he was okay; while I knew quite well that he was fine enough to see my deserving death.
As if by magic, the feeling of wind rushing by me stopped and the roar of the motorcycle stopped. I could no longer hear anything; except for this barely audibly snore. I slowly opened my eyes to be greeted by a fabric that I knew so well and was so familiar with, except I had no clue where I had seen before. I pulled it back to see I sight that I could not recall ever witnessing before, but my inner self told me that this, this was once my home.
A/N: In case this part didn't make much sense to you, Bunny has no control over her movements but is only reliving a memory with her past self actually living the memory out and filling her head with many (but not all) of her thoughts and feelings. Hope that short explanation helps you understand what is happening, if you don't already, and if you still don't understand please just tell me so in your comments and I will try to improve the explanation and story so it makes sense.