Heyoodles! It's it great; I got two chapters out in one weekend!!! (Yeah,
yeah, no big deal, but it is if you take into consideration my writing
reputation ^_^) Anyway, here it is, Chapter Three!!!
Disclaimer: I do not own Escaflowne or any of its characters blahblahblah . . .
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"I never thought I could have ever met someone so astounding!"
"I know, isn't it amazing? I know I could never pull off the things they do."
"Managing all that workload, nice, happy all the time, how does that boy DO it?"
"I don't know, amazing, huh?"
"Just imagine if everyone was like him!"
"The world would be a better place!"
"No doubt it would."
"What are you guys talking about?"
"We're talking about that boy over there, that straight A student!"
"What? You two are stupid. Stupid and blind."
"What are you talking about? When did you become such an expert in people?"
"Didn't you know? However wonderful someone's outside appearance may be, circumstances or inward feelings compensate for it."
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I'll Cry Instead
By Cev
Chapter 3: Hard Day's Night
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It was really warm.
Not just that, but comfortable. Had her bed ever been this comfortable? How could a person be so relaxed? Hitomi opened her eyes, find that he sky was black and dotted with stars. She rolled over, unexpectedly taking in the sweet scent of wet, warm grass. She sighed in a content manner, watching the dark, sketchy forage in front of her, sometimes seeing little watchful yellow eyes.
She sat up, trying to feel for something familiar, something that represented home. But she found nothing.
"I've got to be dreaming . . ."
Why was she always waking up in the strangest places? It was like her dreams transported her into another world . . .
"I've got some serious case of sleep walking," Hitomi mumbled, rubbing her head. The last thing she remembered was being covered by water, but she was hardly wet. Hitomi stood shakily, wondering where she was, and how on earth she got here. Her jeans were grass-stained, and her navy long- sleeved shirt was wearing at the seams. She had nothing with her. No food, no other means of sustenance.
"No duffle bag . . ." She murmured, jerking her head up, "What duffle bag? Oh, God, I'm so confused . . ."
Maybe she had gone out with Aida and some friends the night before? Maybe something happened and their car crashed and she landed out here?
But what kind of insane conclusion was that?
Hitomi scoured the small clearing she found herself in, trying to identify something that would give her a clue of where she was. Of course she found nothing. So what was she supposed to do?
Damnit. Those stupid tears. . .
Hitomi leaned against a dark tree, and slumped down into a pathetic heap. Was she really so weak? She covered her heated face, grasping the grass for something she could take her frustration out on.
Was she looking for reasons to cry? Hadn't she always?
But doesn't everyone look for reasons to cry?
Hitomi stood up abruptly. Her person would not be extinguished by some stupid circumstance that she controlled.
Hah. Yeah, she controlled it . . .
The newly composed Hitomi stood up, brow creased, tears gone. As she went on her way blindly through the night, the pendant she had discovered before set off with another glow, as if leading her. The girl tied her long hair into a tight knot in the back of her head, and advanced straight into the forest, with a sweet pink light lit unto her feet.
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When I was really young, I had an obsession with wings. With wings and angels. I've always loved birds, and anything that possessed those feather soft wings.
But I stopped obsessing over them a time ago.
About three years ago, actually. . .
And I've really never figured out why.
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It hadn't been but a couple of hours into her trek that she was beginning to lose hope. Wouldn't there be some form of civilization by now? Really, Japan didn't have that much free space.
Suddenly, out in the gloom, she spotted an orange glow off in the distance, like some sort of flame. Eager to find some kind of life in this place, Hitomi dashed to the large overhang of tall trees. She slowed her pace, and took quieter steps, noticing how still and silent the obvious campsite was. Part of the group, of what seemed young looking men and women, were leaning against a giant flat-faced rock, dressed in what looked like. . . .armor? It was black and red armor, and their right hands were crossed over their bodies, reaching for something that looked like . . .like a sword?
A sword? Hitomi thought oddly, where the hell was she? Was this for real? Was she trapped in some sort of dream or something?
Hitomi creeped silently up to a dense clump of underbrush that lay tangled up beside the limestone rock. She quizzically watched their backsides, her deadly curiosity making her lean into the shrubs, her trying to get a better look at the strangers.
"The air . . ." She breathed, "it smells like copper . . . it smells like. . ."
"You!! What are you doing here?!?!?!" A shrill, almost girly voice struck her thoughts to an end. Hitomi, hit hard against her back, tumbled forward into the crude camp of the soldiers, her breath lost with her senses.
Young, thin, pale. White like a ghost. Like someone who had no color, no emotion . . .
He was choking her, squeezing her existence away. "What the hell are you doing here, you witch!?!" He screeched. She tried to move his hands, his arms that seemed so frail. She had no strength left. The confident pink glow from before was long gone.
What was he doing? Why was he trying to take her air away . . .?
"Answer me, you worthless alien! Who sent you?!" His fingers kept pressing harder into her throat. He kept squeezing. She felt like she was going to pop like a balloon. She couldn't think anymore. Everything was really light. Her hair felt on fire. Her head was really close to the campsite conflagration.
And those eyes. Murderous red eyes that made the very air she sucked in hot with heat and flame, and her nose thick with the smell of rotting combustion.
Hitomi, struck by some subconscious memory of some sick murderer, petrified, weeped out, " . . . .like blood!"
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Mwuhaha! Cliffhanger!!! Sorry, I just couldn't help myself!!! ^_~ See you guys in the next chapter!
Love and Hope,
Cev
Disclaimer: I do not own Escaflowne or any of its characters blahblahblah . . .
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"I never thought I could have ever met someone so astounding!"
"I know, isn't it amazing? I know I could never pull off the things they do."
"Managing all that workload, nice, happy all the time, how does that boy DO it?"
"I don't know, amazing, huh?"
"Just imagine if everyone was like him!"
"The world would be a better place!"
"No doubt it would."
"What are you guys talking about?"
"We're talking about that boy over there, that straight A student!"
"What? You two are stupid. Stupid and blind."
"What are you talking about? When did you become such an expert in people?"
"Didn't you know? However wonderful someone's outside appearance may be, circumstances or inward feelings compensate for it."
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I'll Cry Instead
By Cev
Chapter 3: Hard Day's Night
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It was really warm.
Not just that, but comfortable. Had her bed ever been this comfortable? How could a person be so relaxed? Hitomi opened her eyes, find that he sky was black and dotted with stars. She rolled over, unexpectedly taking in the sweet scent of wet, warm grass. She sighed in a content manner, watching the dark, sketchy forage in front of her, sometimes seeing little watchful yellow eyes.
She sat up, trying to feel for something familiar, something that represented home. But she found nothing.
"I've got to be dreaming . . ."
Why was she always waking up in the strangest places? It was like her dreams transported her into another world . . .
"I've got some serious case of sleep walking," Hitomi mumbled, rubbing her head. The last thing she remembered was being covered by water, but she was hardly wet. Hitomi stood shakily, wondering where she was, and how on earth she got here. Her jeans were grass-stained, and her navy long- sleeved shirt was wearing at the seams. She had nothing with her. No food, no other means of sustenance.
"No duffle bag . . ." She murmured, jerking her head up, "What duffle bag? Oh, God, I'm so confused . . ."
Maybe she had gone out with Aida and some friends the night before? Maybe something happened and their car crashed and she landed out here?
But what kind of insane conclusion was that?
Hitomi scoured the small clearing she found herself in, trying to identify something that would give her a clue of where she was. Of course she found nothing. So what was she supposed to do?
Damnit. Those stupid tears. . .
Hitomi leaned against a dark tree, and slumped down into a pathetic heap. Was she really so weak? She covered her heated face, grasping the grass for something she could take her frustration out on.
Was she looking for reasons to cry? Hadn't she always?
But doesn't everyone look for reasons to cry?
Hitomi stood up abruptly. Her person would not be extinguished by some stupid circumstance that she controlled.
Hah. Yeah, she controlled it . . .
The newly composed Hitomi stood up, brow creased, tears gone. As she went on her way blindly through the night, the pendant she had discovered before set off with another glow, as if leading her. The girl tied her long hair into a tight knot in the back of her head, and advanced straight into the forest, with a sweet pink light lit unto her feet.
******************************************************************
When I was really young, I had an obsession with wings. With wings and angels. I've always loved birds, and anything that possessed those feather soft wings.
But I stopped obsessing over them a time ago.
About three years ago, actually. . .
And I've really never figured out why.
*******************************************************************
It hadn't been but a couple of hours into her trek that she was beginning to lose hope. Wouldn't there be some form of civilization by now? Really, Japan didn't have that much free space.
Suddenly, out in the gloom, she spotted an orange glow off in the distance, like some sort of flame. Eager to find some kind of life in this place, Hitomi dashed to the large overhang of tall trees. She slowed her pace, and took quieter steps, noticing how still and silent the obvious campsite was. Part of the group, of what seemed young looking men and women, were leaning against a giant flat-faced rock, dressed in what looked like. . . .armor? It was black and red armor, and their right hands were crossed over their bodies, reaching for something that looked like . . .like a sword?
A sword? Hitomi thought oddly, where the hell was she? Was this for real? Was she trapped in some sort of dream or something?
Hitomi creeped silently up to a dense clump of underbrush that lay tangled up beside the limestone rock. She quizzically watched their backsides, her deadly curiosity making her lean into the shrubs, her trying to get a better look at the strangers.
"The air . . ." She breathed, "it smells like copper . . . it smells like. . ."
"You!! What are you doing here?!?!?!" A shrill, almost girly voice struck her thoughts to an end. Hitomi, hit hard against her back, tumbled forward into the crude camp of the soldiers, her breath lost with her senses.
Young, thin, pale. White like a ghost. Like someone who had no color, no emotion . . .
He was choking her, squeezing her existence away. "What the hell are you doing here, you witch!?!" He screeched. She tried to move his hands, his arms that seemed so frail. She had no strength left. The confident pink glow from before was long gone.
What was he doing? Why was he trying to take her air away . . .?
"Answer me, you worthless alien! Who sent you?!" His fingers kept pressing harder into her throat. He kept squeezing. She felt like she was going to pop like a balloon. She couldn't think anymore. Everything was really light. Her hair felt on fire. Her head was really close to the campsite conflagration.
And those eyes. Murderous red eyes that made the very air she sucked in hot with heat and flame, and her nose thick with the smell of rotting combustion.
Hitomi, struck by some subconscious memory of some sick murderer, petrified, weeped out, " . . . .like blood!"
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Mwuhaha! Cliffhanger!!! Sorry, I just couldn't help myself!!! ^_~ See you guys in the next chapter!
Love and Hope,
Cev
