TEASER TEASER TEASER TEASER TEASER TEASER TEASER TEASER TEASER
****To Go, Please****
Chapter 16: TEASER
Author: Adrial
Rating: PG13
****To Go, Please****
Oh, you guys are about to hate me SO much! I decided that
since I've been so incredibly busy and only managed to get out
this much of chapter 15, that I'd put it up as a teaser and have
the rest out in no later than (I'm crossing my fingers here) two
weeks.
Once I finish I'll start uploading the entirely re-morphed version
that is currently being uploaded on ASMR for you guys. It's SO much
better, you have NO idea. But, more on that later. Enjoy this teaser.
--Adrial
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I cracked my eyes open and took in my surroundings...
The epitome of the silver circle on my screen now stood before
me, glowing with a blue haze and staring at me with unseeing
eyes of midnight.
I swallowed a lump in my throat.
"Myora...?"
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I lifted a heavy leg off of the glass-littered ground
and it wobbled forward, clumsily stumbling on their slippery
surfaces. My left leg followed, slowly walking forward as if
I was learning how to all over again.
Whispers of ebony framed the softly glowing porcelain
face in front of my widened eyes, dancing in a hazy waltz about
her lips and forehead. The agile beauty that was placed before
me in the body of a person I'd grown to despise more than any
other being in the world successfully stunned me beyond words.
This was my sister. I thought this as I stared at her
incredulously, not helping to smother the urge to poke her
creamy flesh or tug the strands of her silken hair to make
sure it wasn't all another mirage.
With the mirrors gone and the haunting images of my
past along with them, I felt utterly alone in the dismal room,
staring at this woman dumbfoundedly and barely able to take more
than the first steps I began with towards her.
The pools of placid midnight opened wide on her face
were what startled me most. Eyes were supposedly the window
to the soul, but there was nothing behind the sill of her
confinement and no indication that there ever had been.
"Myora..." I whispered, finding it hard to grasp any
type of coherent word or phrase to depict what I was feeling
at that moment.
Confusion, for one, knawed at my mind ruthlessly, and
I set out to extinquish that obnoxius emotion first.
Glass cracked further beneath my weight as I slowly walked
on shaky limbs to the suspended woman. I sucked in a gulp of air,
half expecting her to cock her head to the side in curiosity
at my stunned behavior.
I pictured the soft pink of her lips curving in elation
or opening to make way for graceful streams of laughter to emerge,
and shook my head. That could not have been the Myora I knew...
not the one who was doing only God knows what to my friends.
Her small, white hands were hanging at her sides like
weightless feathers, outlined in a haze of white, and seemingly
begging for someone to latch onto them and lead them out of
the desolate existence they'd been subjected to.
Don't make me go! Don't make me go! Please don't
take me! Ami! PAPA!!!!
I jumped back, startled at the voice that had invaded
my head. A dull pounding resounded behind my eyes, but I didn't
bother with it. I whipped my face back to Myora's, staring
further into her sightless eyes.
I'll never go back. I'll never go back. I want
to stay!
A pain like nothing I'd ever felt grapsed the edges
of my heart and wrenched it mercilessly. The weeping voice
echoed in my head and dug deeper into a pocket of memories
I'd never even known exisited.
My hands were smaller, as tiny as the voice rippling
in the air. They clung desperately to a sleek fabric, moistened
by warm tears, as it slipped through them like grains sand.
I won't let you go! Don't take her away! Myora!!
Bone clashed with the solid ground beneath it; the ache
resulting from the impact was nothing in comparisson to that
which gripped my soul at that moment.
Pattering of footsteps echoed off of lost hope,
fading away into oblivion.
A shattered cry lifted into the air, carried along by
a rueful breeze.
Enveloping snow, piercing snowflakes, biting wind
against my cheeks, red with emotion and streaked with bitter
tears from a silver sky.
My head fell, heavy, into the palm of my shaky hand.
Beads of sweat poured in trails down my forehead, soaking my
bangs with salty moisture. Breathing became a struggle; pain
hummed within my chest, numbing it gradually.
What had I just seen? What had I heard? Cries...tears...
someone left behind...another taken away.
I lifted my eyes to the souless vision before me, but
instantly shut them, for fear of more angst-filled visions claiming
me once again. Too much. Too much. It was all just too much.
I could feel invisible arms encirlcing my tiny frame and
lifting me from the ground. Muffled voices near my ear tried to
ease my sobs--a blur of periwinkle blue and melancholy gazes.
Auntie Lana...bring her back, p-please, bring her back.
But she never came back that day or ever again.
I remembered.
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****To Go, Please****
Chapter 16: TEASER
Author: Adrial
Rating: PG13
****To Go, Please****
Oh, you guys are about to hate me SO much! I decided that
since I've been so incredibly busy and only managed to get out
this much of chapter 15, that I'd put it up as a teaser and have
the rest out in no later than (I'm crossing my fingers here) two
weeks.
Once I finish I'll start uploading the entirely re-morphed version
that is currently being uploaded on ASMR for you guys. It's SO much
better, you have NO idea. But, more on that later. Enjoy this teaser.
--Adrial
-----------------------------------------------------------
I cracked my eyes open and took in my surroundings...
The epitome of the silver circle on my screen now stood before
me, glowing with a blue haze and staring at me with unseeing
eyes of midnight.
I swallowed a lump in my throat.
"Myora...?"
-----------------------------------------------------------
I lifted a heavy leg off of the glass-littered ground
and it wobbled forward, clumsily stumbling on their slippery
surfaces. My left leg followed, slowly walking forward as if
I was learning how to all over again.
Whispers of ebony framed the softly glowing porcelain
face in front of my widened eyes, dancing in a hazy waltz about
her lips and forehead. The agile beauty that was placed before
me in the body of a person I'd grown to despise more than any
other being in the world successfully stunned me beyond words.
This was my sister. I thought this as I stared at her
incredulously, not helping to smother the urge to poke her
creamy flesh or tug the strands of her silken hair to make
sure it wasn't all another mirage.
With the mirrors gone and the haunting images of my
past along with them, I felt utterly alone in the dismal room,
staring at this woman dumbfoundedly and barely able to take more
than the first steps I began with towards her.
The pools of placid midnight opened wide on her face
were what startled me most. Eyes were supposedly the window
to the soul, but there was nothing behind the sill of her
confinement and no indication that there ever had been.
"Myora..." I whispered, finding it hard to grasp any
type of coherent word or phrase to depict what I was feeling
at that moment.
Confusion, for one, knawed at my mind ruthlessly, and
I set out to extinquish that obnoxius emotion first.
Glass cracked further beneath my weight as I slowly walked
on shaky limbs to the suspended woman. I sucked in a gulp of air,
half expecting her to cock her head to the side in curiosity
at my stunned behavior.
I pictured the soft pink of her lips curving in elation
or opening to make way for graceful streams of laughter to emerge,
and shook my head. That could not have been the Myora I knew...
not the one who was doing only God knows what to my friends.
Her small, white hands were hanging at her sides like
weightless feathers, outlined in a haze of white, and seemingly
begging for someone to latch onto them and lead them out of
the desolate existence they'd been subjected to.
Don't make me go! Don't make me go! Please don't
take me! Ami! PAPA!!!!
I jumped back, startled at the voice that had invaded
my head. A dull pounding resounded behind my eyes, but I didn't
bother with it. I whipped my face back to Myora's, staring
further into her sightless eyes.
I'll never go back. I'll never go back. I want
to stay!
A pain like nothing I'd ever felt grapsed the edges
of my heart and wrenched it mercilessly. The weeping voice
echoed in my head and dug deeper into a pocket of memories
I'd never even known exisited.
My hands were smaller, as tiny as the voice rippling
in the air. They clung desperately to a sleek fabric, moistened
by warm tears, as it slipped through them like grains sand.
I won't let you go! Don't take her away! Myora!!
Bone clashed with the solid ground beneath it; the ache
resulting from the impact was nothing in comparisson to that
which gripped my soul at that moment.
Pattering of footsteps echoed off of lost hope,
fading away into oblivion.
A shattered cry lifted into the air, carried along by
a rueful breeze.
Enveloping snow, piercing snowflakes, biting wind
against my cheeks, red with emotion and streaked with bitter
tears from a silver sky.
My head fell, heavy, into the palm of my shaky hand.
Beads of sweat poured in trails down my forehead, soaking my
bangs with salty moisture. Breathing became a struggle; pain
hummed within my chest, numbing it gradually.
What had I just seen? What had I heard? Cries...tears...
someone left behind...another taken away.
I lifted my eyes to the souless vision before me, but
instantly shut them, for fear of more angst-filled visions claiming
me once again. Too much. Too much. It was all just too much.
I could feel invisible arms encirlcing my tiny frame and
lifting me from the ground. Muffled voices near my ear tried to
ease my sobs--a blur of periwinkle blue and melancholy gazes.
Auntie Lana...bring her back, p-please, bring her back.
But she never came back that day or ever again.
I remembered.
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