c h r o n o c r a s h
By Yoru-chan
(hikaru67@aol.com)
Chapter 8: He's not yours
Disclaimer: I do not own Chrono Cross, or anything related to it. Square owns it not me, so don't even think of getting me in trouble.
* = Author's note
Kid's face twisted with anger as the memory of her flooded back to her mind. She straightened up and walked up to Serge. She handed him the swallow and a few elements, including all of the summons.
Harle tilted her head to one side and grinned."Ah, do you not zink you can beat moi?"
Kid scowled at her and pulled the glowing dagger from it's sheath and stood ready for battle.
Serge swung his hands down to his pockets and pulled out the red and gold bandanna, it's intricate designs glistened in the moonlight. He pulled it over his head and tied the knot tightly, pulling the two looses ends apart from each other. He lifted the swallow and stood ready.
Harle phased in her enourmous scythe, swinging it in the air making whipping noises in the silent darkness. She slammed the blunt end into the roof breaking off a few shingles and thusly making a hole in the roof.
"I am here vor un thing... and zat is Mon* Serge." Harle said, grinning at Serge, making him grip the swallow tighter.
*Mon= my (in French)
Kid closed her eyes, twitching a few times. She took in a deep breath and snarled:
"He's not YOUR Serge..."
Harle grinned even wider."Oh? Zen is he YOURS?"
Kid glanced at Serge and said, turning back to Harle:
"No, he is his alone, and nobody else's."
Kid grinned back to Harle.
"Hmph. No matter," Harle flicked her hair."I am taking Mon Serge, if you like it or not."
Harle flipped into the air, flipping the scythe around above her head as she came crashing down towards Kid.
Kid pulled herself slightly lower and jumped backwards away from Harle, as she crashed into the roof, sprawling shingles everywhere in the air.
Harle, her hands still on the weapon, glanced at Kid. She pulled the scythe out with a thick jerk and stood straight.
Kid lashed her dagger out at Harle, gashing into her three times, all hard hitters. Blood splurted from Harle's waist, staining her khaki shorts deep red. Harle jumped up again and phased out and phased back in in front of Kid, slashing at her.
Kid tried to dodge, but got a gash to her right arm. The scythe's pint stuck into Kid's arm, and Harle yanked it out of Kid's arm, ripping the flesh gruesomely. Kid screamed in pain, flopping to the ground on her knees, gripping the bleeding mass of flesh.
Harle grinned and lunged at Kid again, pulling the scythe behind her head.
"You shall die just az your mozer did!"
*(looks around) ¬.¬...where's Serge?*
Kid gasped as she saw Harle coming toward her. She closed her eyes tightly.
Serge, who had not been included in the battle yet, stood blocking the scythe in front of Kid, his swallow glistening in the moonlight.
Kid looked up and gasped.
Serge and Harle were both shaking from the clashing strengths against each other. Harle was grunting slightly, as was Serge. Serge jerked the swallow forward into Harle, knocking her to the ground. She quickly recovered though. She phased out, and back in, once again in front of Kid.
Kid retaliated, slashing back, knicking Harle's cheek. Kid attempted it again, but Harle's head dodged again. Harle moved Kid farther and farther away from Serge, grinning.
"Wipe that stupid smile offa ya face!" yelled Kid blocking the scythe's blade.
Kid slashed Harle back, away from her.
Harle straigtened up and held the blood-stained scythe's blade to the roof. She smiled, and phased out.
Kid and Serge looked around in bewilderment, blinking to the sky.
Serge turned straight in front of him, and Harle phased in right on top of him.
She giggled sinisterly and wrapped her arms around his neck, as she floated in the air adjacent from him.
Serge's mouth hung open and made a choked sound in the split second, that seemed to go in slow motion.
Kid froze, uncertain what Harle was doing. Adrenaline rushed through her, as if by instinct that something was going to happen that she would regret if she didn't stop it, she ran towards him.
Harle moved her face closer to his, and smiled. She giggled again and locked on to her target. Her lips joined Serge's, pushing Serge backwards.
Kid's blood boiled with revulsion and she screamed bloody-murder after Harle. She lashed towards them, forcing her legs to push to their strength into running even faster. She pulled out the little wolf from the element ball, and swung it at the ground near her feet. The Red Wolf swung it's head high in the air and howled to sky. Kid, still running, bounded up onto it's back and directed it to leap into the air.
Harle was still liplocking Serge, savoring the moments, even though Serge resisted mercifully.
Kid's eyes were scorching with red embers, deep inside her fellings. She pulled Red Wolf higher, and began to fall back towards the roof, directly above Harle and Serge. Kid's breaths were short and harsh, rage leaking from each one into the cold air.
Serge finally pulled himself away from Harle, pushing her away from himself.
She landed on the ground with a thud, and sat stunned for a few moments.
Kid and Red Wolf closed in ever closer, and Kid gave the signal. Red Wolf opened it's mouth wide, and sparks began to catch in it's mouth. A great fire grew in it's throat, as Serge watched with wide eyes.
The searing sheet of flame blazed down towards Harle, trailing red and orange sparks through the crisp air.
Harle glanced upward as she heard the roaring of the flames. Her eyes widened and she had a split second to cover herself with her arms defensively before the inferno engulfed her in a whirl of embers.
Serge sat on the ground just beside the roaring flame, engulfing and burning into cinders. Serge blinked a few times, pondering why he didn't hear any screams.
Kid and Red Wolf landed back onto the roof with a small tap of the wolf's claws. Red Wolf returned to the element ball, and Kid stood a few feet away from Serge.
Neither of them said anything, until Kid noticed something. She turned her head quickly and saw Harle, staggering up to her, the scythe still in hand.
She was burned severly all over her body, great red burns covered her arms and legs. She had a look of death smeared across her face. She was angry, very angry. And she was heading straight for Kid.
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End of Chapter 8
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By Yoru-chan
(hikaru67@aol.com)
Chapter 8: He's not yours
Disclaimer: I do not own Chrono Cross, or anything related to it. Square owns it not me, so don't even think of getting me in trouble.
* = Author's note
Kid's face twisted with anger as the memory of her flooded back to her mind. She straightened up and walked up to Serge. She handed him the swallow and a few elements, including all of the summons.
Harle tilted her head to one side and grinned."Ah, do you not zink you can beat moi?"
Kid scowled at her and pulled the glowing dagger from it's sheath and stood ready for battle.
Serge swung his hands down to his pockets and pulled out the red and gold bandanna, it's intricate designs glistened in the moonlight. He pulled it over his head and tied the knot tightly, pulling the two looses ends apart from each other. He lifted the swallow and stood ready.
Harle phased in her enourmous scythe, swinging it in the air making whipping noises in the silent darkness. She slammed the blunt end into the roof breaking off a few shingles and thusly making a hole in the roof.
"I am here vor un thing... and zat is Mon* Serge." Harle said, grinning at Serge, making him grip the swallow tighter.
*Mon= my (in French)
Kid closed her eyes, twitching a few times. She took in a deep breath and snarled:
"He's not YOUR Serge..."
Harle grinned even wider."Oh? Zen is he YOURS?"
Kid glanced at Serge and said, turning back to Harle:
"No, he is his alone, and nobody else's."
Kid grinned back to Harle.
"Hmph. No matter," Harle flicked her hair."I am taking Mon Serge, if you like it or not."
Harle flipped into the air, flipping the scythe around above her head as she came crashing down towards Kid.
Kid pulled herself slightly lower and jumped backwards away from Harle, as she crashed into the roof, sprawling shingles everywhere in the air.
Harle, her hands still on the weapon, glanced at Kid. She pulled the scythe out with a thick jerk and stood straight.
Kid lashed her dagger out at Harle, gashing into her three times, all hard hitters. Blood splurted from Harle's waist, staining her khaki shorts deep red. Harle jumped up again and phased out and phased back in in front of Kid, slashing at her.
Kid tried to dodge, but got a gash to her right arm. The scythe's pint stuck into Kid's arm, and Harle yanked it out of Kid's arm, ripping the flesh gruesomely. Kid screamed in pain, flopping to the ground on her knees, gripping the bleeding mass of flesh.
Harle grinned and lunged at Kid again, pulling the scythe behind her head.
"You shall die just az your mozer did!"
*(looks around) ¬.¬...where's Serge?*
Kid gasped as she saw Harle coming toward her. She closed her eyes tightly.
Serge, who had not been included in the battle yet, stood blocking the scythe in front of Kid, his swallow glistening in the moonlight.
Kid looked up and gasped.
Serge and Harle were both shaking from the clashing strengths against each other. Harle was grunting slightly, as was Serge. Serge jerked the swallow forward into Harle, knocking her to the ground. She quickly recovered though. She phased out, and back in, once again in front of Kid.
Kid retaliated, slashing back, knicking Harle's cheek. Kid attempted it again, but Harle's head dodged again. Harle moved Kid farther and farther away from Serge, grinning.
"Wipe that stupid smile offa ya face!" yelled Kid blocking the scythe's blade.
Kid slashed Harle back, away from her.
Harle straigtened up and held the blood-stained scythe's blade to the roof. She smiled, and phased out.
Kid and Serge looked around in bewilderment, blinking to the sky.
Serge turned straight in front of him, and Harle phased in right on top of him.
She giggled sinisterly and wrapped her arms around his neck, as she floated in the air adjacent from him.
Serge's mouth hung open and made a choked sound in the split second, that seemed to go in slow motion.
Kid froze, uncertain what Harle was doing. Adrenaline rushed through her, as if by instinct that something was going to happen that she would regret if she didn't stop it, she ran towards him.
Harle moved her face closer to his, and smiled. She giggled again and locked on to her target. Her lips joined Serge's, pushing Serge backwards.
Kid's blood boiled with revulsion and she screamed bloody-murder after Harle. She lashed towards them, forcing her legs to push to their strength into running even faster. She pulled out the little wolf from the element ball, and swung it at the ground near her feet. The Red Wolf swung it's head high in the air and howled to sky. Kid, still running, bounded up onto it's back and directed it to leap into the air.
Harle was still liplocking Serge, savoring the moments, even though Serge resisted mercifully.
Kid's eyes were scorching with red embers, deep inside her fellings. She pulled Red Wolf higher, and began to fall back towards the roof, directly above Harle and Serge. Kid's breaths were short and harsh, rage leaking from each one into the cold air.
Serge finally pulled himself away from Harle, pushing her away from himself.
She landed on the ground with a thud, and sat stunned for a few moments.
Kid and Red Wolf closed in ever closer, and Kid gave the signal. Red Wolf opened it's mouth wide, and sparks began to catch in it's mouth. A great fire grew in it's throat, as Serge watched with wide eyes.
The searing sheet of flame blazed down towards Harle, trailing red and orange sparks through the crisp air.
Harle glanced upward as she heard the roaring of the flames. Her eyes widened and she had a split second to cover herself with her arms defensively before the inferno engulfed her in a whirl of embers.
Serge sat on the ground just beside the roaring flame, engulfing and burning into cinders. Serge blinked a few times, pondering why he didn't hear any screams.
Kid and Red Wolf landed back onto the roof with a small tap of the wolf's claws. Red Wolf returned to the element ball, and Kid stood a few feet away from Serge.
Neither of them said anything, until Kid noticed something. She turned her head quickly and saw Harle, staggering up to her, the scythe still in hand.
She was burned severly all over her body, great red burns covered her arms and legs. She had a look of death smeared across her face. She was angry, very angry. And she was heading straight for Kid.
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End of Chapter 8
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