AN: I've been real good about not putting these in in this story so far,
but it couldn't be avoided. The reason I have been dead for the past month
or so is because I am writing a new story and because my floppy disk went
bad and a bunch of other files were lost. Another reason is school. As the
end of the year draws near, my school begins to freak out. "Oh no, this is
the first time in ten years History is going to be on the SAT9 test! We'd
better make sure our students do good so we're not on educational welfare
anymore!" My Lit. teacher assigned a term paper. P It'll be due soon, so
yea.
Also, while cleaning out the disk on the computer, some genius in my family decided to delete the original chapter seven to Thorny Roses and the I think 4 chapter of Follow the Black Crow. Sorry to all, I really am, and once the term paper is in, and I'm done with all the high school tests I'm taking I swear I'll finish this up. There's only about two or three chapters left anyhow. (ow, I think I dislocated my pinkie. or sprained it or something.) This should be finished HOPEFULLY before the end of March. Then I'll either start posting my new story, or go on a little mental vacation.
~*~
She was standing in the airport with her parents and her grandmother.
"Well honey," her mother said, smiling down on her. "Be good for Grandma, and don't eat too many sweets!"
She smiled, then hugged her mother's legs, her mother bent down and hugged her. Her father walked back, holding the plane tickets. "The prices were so cheap, we could have afforded to bring Lita!"
Her eyes widened, she remembered this all now. For a moment, she had forgotten what was going on. But that made her remember everything.
"Daddy, mommy, you can't go on that plane!" She shouted.
"Why not honey?" her mother asked as she stepped near her grandmother.
"Because it's gonna rain! And thunder will hit the plane! And it'll explode!" she began crying.
"Now, now Lita." Her father started as he went up to her. He bent down and put his hand on her head. "We're going to be higher than the rain and the thunder, there's no need to worry."
"NO! YOU CAN'T!" she shouted. "You can't go on the plane!" she pulled herself away from him and ran.
"Lita! Come back!" Her mother cried as Lita torn through the crowd, and off into the busy bustle of the early morning crowd.
"Lita," her grandmother said as she pushed her way slowly through the crowd. "Lita, please come back, you're mother and father don't want to leave without saying goodbye."
"Flight 32 at gate 49 now boarding last passengers. One minute till take off."
"Lita! Come back!"
Lita ran, she knew her parents wouldn't leave. If Setsuna had put her in the airport instead of at her house, then her parents wouldn't leave without her goodbye. She could hear her parents calling her, she climbed under people's legs and pushed her way around carts with bags piled on them.
"We can't leave without saying goodbye to Lita." she heard her mother say to her father as she hide behind a planter.
"Flight 32 at gate 49 now ready for take off, gates are closing."
"We can't wait," she heard her father say.
"I don't think your mother will be able to find her alone."
"I know, we'll get the next flight."
"NO!" She shouted as she came out from the planter. "Don't go!"
"Gate 49 now closed."
"Lita, we've missed the flight!" Her mother scowled.
Lita looked down in shame. "I don't want you to crash."
Her father smiled. "The flight isn't going to crash."
She nodded. "Can you stay home with me, and not go away?" they nodded.
"Let's go home," her father said, taking her hand and leading her over to her grandmother.
"Well, our baggage took off on the plane without us." her mother said a bit disappointedly.
"We can get it later." Her father said to her mother. Her mother nodded.
"So we're gonna go home?" Lita asked, a smile on her lips. Her parents nodded. "Can we take the subway home?"
They looked at each other, then nodded. "Yes, we'll take the subway."
Lita smiled. There were never, or at least rarely, any accidents in the subway, they couldn't crash into each other, or anything.
She smiled and skipped along, between her two parents.
They got to the subway and bought their tickets. They waited for the subway to come.
Of course, that day at the subway station, there was a slightly bizarre incident. Slightly out of the ordinary, and most defiantly horrible. But now, you kind of expected that, didn't you?
~*~
*Goku turned, and saw it coming, but he froze, he didn't know what to do. The blast went straight through him and out the other end. Blood flew into the air, and Goku fell to the ground.*
Gohan sat on a rock, head in his hands. Cell was dead; he had killed the monster with the help of Vegeta, and just about everyone else. But it was pointless really, his father was dead.
He fingered the key sadly. 'I can't go back. I failed. My wish didn't come true. I just want to go home.'
There was a flash, everyone froze, and Gohan disappeared from the time.
~*~
Trunks sat at in front of the gates, with the woman, holding Gohan's younger brother. The baby had gone back to sleep and Trunks watched him quietly. Setsuna tapped him lightly on the shoulder. "Gohan will be back soon, you can go in now."
Trunks nodded and handed her the baby. "How long will I have?"
She bit her lip. "An hour at the most, but I hope you will cut it down as short as possible. Its rare that Pluto is this close to the sun."
He nodded again, "I'll be back soon."
She opened the gates and ushered him in with her staff. He fell in, she slammed the door shut, then reopened it.
Gohan walked through. "Setsuna-san. it didn't work. I couldn't get it to work."
She nodded. "I know, I'll explain everything when the others get back." She slowly handed him the baby.
He took the little baby, and hugged it as he sat down on a rock. "I'm sorry Goten." he muttered.
Setsuna bit her lip and closed the door. "Lita will be back soon."
~*~
An aching, longing feeling. Revenge, Omni-present death, human corruption, all these feelings welling within, waiting to be released.
Waiting to be let out, as they should have been. For these feelings, Revenge, the Omni-present death, human corruption, fear cannot be harbored in one host body alone. Slowly, it kills. Slowly, it maddens. Slowly, it becomes more and more hateful.
But still, slowly it will go away. Leaving the host of the feelings with a clean spirit and a light heart.
But if the feeling stays too long, too deep within it can only corrupt the heart and mind. Selfish crimes are committed. Loved ones are hurt. Relationships are broken.
Souls are stolen from young children as they watch their parents fight. It forever scars them. It leaves a gash so deep in the skin, it is almost immediately infected by the unclean razor that killed many hopeless people. The scar of this is in almost every child these days. It stays with them for the rest of their life, leading to the same problems their parents had.
It is a never ending circle of doom.
There are but a few souls and minds strong enough to stop the cycle of eternal damnation, but so few of the few stand up and do as they can. They let others lead them down a broad path filled with lies, cheating, killing, sex, death, corruption, and revenge. They refuse to see the thin path, shown only by the broken twigs through the forest. This path leads to happiness. This path can end the cycle of doom.
~*~ End Chapter Seven ~*~
Also, while cleaning out the disk on the computer, some genius in my family decided to delete the original chapter seven to Thorny Roses and the I think 4 chapter of Follow the Black Crow. Sorry to all, I really am, and once the term paper is in, and I'm done with all the high school tests I'm taking I swear I'll finish this up. There's only about two or three chapters left anyhow. (ow, I think I dislocated my pinkie. or sprained it or something.) This should be finished HOPEFULLY before the end of March. Then I'll either start posting my new story, or go on a little mental vacation.
~*~
She was standing in the airport with her parents and her grandmother.
"Well honey," her mother said, smiling down on her. "Be good for Grandma, and don't eat too many sweets!"
She smiled, then hugged her mother's legs, her mother bent down and hugged her. Her father walked back, holding the plane tickets. "The prices were so cheap, we could have afforded to bring Lita!"
Her eyes widened, she remembered this all now. For a moment, she had forgotten what was going on. But that made her remember everything.
"Daddy, mommy, you can't go on that plane!" She shouted.
"Why not honey?" her mother asked as she stepped near her grandmother.
"Because it's gonna rain! And thunder will hit the plane! And it'll explode!" she began crying.
"Now, now Lita." Her father started as he went up to her. He bent down and put his hand on her head. "We're going to be higher than the rain and the thunder, there's no need to worry."
"NO! YOU CAN'T!" she shouted. "You can't go on the plane!" she pulled herself away from him and ran.
"Lita! Come back!" Her mother cried as Lita torn through the crowd, and off into the busy bustle of the early morning crowd.
"Lita," her grandmother said as she pushed her way slowly through the crowd. "Lita, please come back, you're mother and father don't want to leave without saying goodbye."
"Flight 32 at gate 49 now boarding last passengers. One minute till take off."
"Lita! Come back!"
Lita ran, she knew her parents wouldn't leave. If Setsuna had put her in the airport instead of at her house, then her parents wouldn't leave without her goodbye. She could hear her parents calling her, she climbed under people's legs and pushed her way around carts with bags piled on them.
"We can't leave without saying goodbye to Lita." she heard her mother say to her father as she hide behind a planter.
"Flight 32 at gate 49 now ready for take off, gates are closing."
"We can't wait," she heard her father say.
"I don't think your mother will be able to find her alone."
"I know, we'll get the next flight."
"NO!" She shouted as she came out from the planter. "Don't go!"
"Gate 49 now closed."
"Lita, we've missed the flight!" Her mother scowled.
Lita looked down in shame. "I don't want you to crash."
Her father smiled. "The flight isn't going to crash."
She nodded. "Can you stay home with me, and not go away?" they nodded.
"Let's go home," her father said, taking her hand and leading her over to her grandmother.
"Well, our baggage took off on the plane without us." her mother said a bit disappointedly.
"We can get it later." Her father said to her mother. Her mother nodded.
"So we're gonna go home?" Lita asked, a smile on her lips. Her parents nodded. "Can we take the subway home?"
They looked at each other, then nodded. "Yes, we'll take the subway."
Lita smiled. There were never, or at least rarely, any accidents in the subway, they couldn't crash into each other, or anything.
She smiled and skipped along, between her two parents.
They got to the subway and bought their tickets. They waited for the subway to come.
Of course, that day at the subway station, there was a slightly bizarre incident. Slightly out of the ordinary, and most defiantly horrible. But now, you kind of expected that, didn't you?
~*~
*Goku turned, and saw it coming, but he froze, he didn't know what to do. The blast went straight through him and out the other end. Blood flew into the air, and Goku fell to the ground.*
Gohan sat on a rock, head in his hands. Cell was dead; he had killed the monster with the help of Vegeta, and just about everyone else. But it was pointless really, his father was dead.
He fingered the key sadly. 'I can't go back. I failed. My wish didn't come true. I just want to go home.'
There was a flash, everyone froze, and Gohan disappeared from the time.
~*~
Trunks sat at in front of the gates, with the woman, holding Gohan's younger brother. The baby had gone back to sleep and Trunks watched him quietly. Setsuna tapped him lightly on the shoulder. "Gohan will be back soon, you can go in now."
Trunks nodded and handed her the baby. "How long will I have?"
She bit her lip. "An hour at the most, but I hope you will cut it down as short as possible. Its rare that Pluto is this close to the sun."
He nodded again, "I'll be back soon."
She opened the gates and ushered him in with her staff. He fell in, she slammed the door shut, then reopened it.
Gohan walked through. "Setsuna-san. it didn't work. I couldn't get it to work."
She nodded. "I know, I'll explain everything when the others get back." She slowly handed him the baby.
He took the little baby, and hugged it as he sat down on a rock. "I'm sorry Goten." he muttered.
Setsuna bit her lip and closed the door. "Lita will be back soon."
~*~
An aching, longing feeling. Revenge, Omni-present death, human corruption, all these feelings welling within, waiting to be released.
Waiting to be let out, as they should have been. For these feelings, Revenge, the Omni-present death, human corruption, fear cannot be harbored in one host body alone. Slowly, it kills. Slowly, it maddens. Slowly, it becomes more and more hateful.
But still, slowly it will go away. Leaving the host of the feelings with a clean spirit and a light heart.
But if the feeling stays too long, too deep within it can only corrupt the heart and mind. Selfish crimes are committed. Loved ones are hurt. Relationships are broken.
Souls are stolen from young children as they watch their parents fight. It forever scars them. It leaves a gash so deep in the skin, it is almost immediately infected by the unclean razor that killed many hopeless people. The scar of this is in almost every child these days. It stays with them for the rest of their life, leading to the same problems their parents had.
It is a never ending circle of doom.
There are but a few souls and minds strong enough to stop the cycle of eternal damnation, but so few of the few stand up and do as they can. They let others lead them down a broad path filled with lies, cheating, killing, sex, death, corruption, and revenge. They refuse to see the thin path, shown only by the broken twigs through the forest. This path leads to happiness. This path can end the cycle of doom.
~*~ End Chapter Seven ~*~