Author's notes: The lyrics belong to Godsmack and not myself. I just borrow them for dramatic effect.
WAAAI!! Thank you so, so much, Vallen! Giving me 100 reviews!! ::hugs the stuffing out of Vallen:: More shirtless Roy pictures for you! ::begins scribbling madly::
::stops and looks up::
Okay, okay. ^^; And thank you, Moiras: Hey, you're the author of "Three Swords", correct? I've been meaning to read that; it looks quite interesting. But I'm so slow catching up on these things... So I'm waiting until I get a bout of insomnia or something. ^^; Anyway, thank you so much for those comments! I'm glad you enjoy my work so much. It's reviews like this and the one I got from Boethas that keep me writing.
Thank you, Mirei: I love writing Mewtwo POV. I have trouble making chapters with him very long, but they're still fun! It's nice to pretend I have some class. ^^;
Thank you, LUPA WITH A PEN: Eeh, I seem to make a lot of wolves angry... Heh. ^.^; I'm glad you're enjoying it. This one isn't very long, I'm afraid, but it's the best I could do at the moment.
Thank you, Snowangel: Goddess of wolves: Eh-heh, so it did take a while... ::sweatdrop:: As for cliffhangers, I think this one's a little worse... Forgive me! ^^;
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Chapter 20
Roy's POV
"I've told you this once before, can't control me
If you try to take me down, you're gonna break
I feel your every 'nothing' that you're doing for me
I'm thinking you oughta make your own way."
I couldn't breathe. I could hardly even see. I didn't know what I had done to make him so angry... But perhaps it wasn't me. Perhaps he was just taking his aggressions out on me simply because he could. Whatever the reason, the strength that had been holding onto my life was diminishing. It didn't matter, though. It only meant that I would finally be free of him.
But still... The pain was unbearable. But I had no other choice; even if I had the strength to, I learned not to defy him. Thinking back on everything I had been through--all the friends and rivals that I had come across... I never thought I would die in such a way.
His hands, with one clutching my throat and the other on my abdomen, weren't cold, the way they appeared. But perhaps that was only because of how cold I was. They gave off sweat, which quickly slid down my own skin and absorbed my body temperature, and became frigid like the rest of me. I thought that if I focused my thoughts on that, the pain in the rest of my body wouldn't be so bad.
But as quick as my heart beat, he stopped. His hand still held my head up by my throat, but he stopped moving entirely, aside from his panting breath. His eyes dashed to the side, and his head quickly turned around. I didn't know what had broken his concentration, but whatever it was, it seemed to be important. I took the opportunity to try to breathe again.
Almost as suddenly as his attention had been taken away, I heard an explosion from the direction he was looking in, accompanied by a shaking in the ground. The force didn't seem to take him by surprise, but still he released his grip on my throat and I fell to the floor. I was too weak to balance myself at all, and so all I could do was lie on the floor and listen.
I could hear pieces of concrete hitting the ground and I breathed in dust. It was silent for a few moments after that, but through my closed eyes I could still see a light glowing in the room. And then I heard a voice. It was unlike any I had heard before; rather than flooding my ears, it pierced into my mind.
"I can't allow this to continue. You deceived me into putting that boy in danger, but I won't let you end his life because of your selfish malevolence."
"You're stepping out of line," Ganondorf hissed in return, "You have no rule over what I choose to do with this mission. I chose you; you are below me, and don't forget that."
The response from the other being wasn't in words; I felt another explosion which sent small pieces of rubble onto my bare skin. Ganondorf seemed to be affected by the blast as well, as I heard him grunt in pain. followed by a sparking noise, which I knew very well as his energy charging.
"I am not a weapon, I am not a puppet. And I will not be used by another human!" the foreign voice rang in my head.
There was a loud crash, and a powerful force erupted, sending my limp body into the wall, followed by larger pieces of stone. Despite my state, I instinctually cried out in pain and my eyes cracked open, only to see Ganondorf's silhouette against a large ball of purple light in the center of the room. I could see that it was growing quickly. The last thing my eyes saw was the orb exploding into a mass of energy that stretched farther than myself. At that moment, the last of my strength completely gave out.
WAAAI!! Thank you so, so much, Vallen! Giving me 100 reviews!! ::hugs the stuffing out of Vallen:: More shirtless Roy pictures for you! ::begins scribbling madly::
::stops and looks up::
Okay, okay. ^^; And thank you, Moiras: Hey, you're the author of "Three Swords", correct? I've been meaning to read that; it looks quite interesting. But I'm so slow catching up on these things... So I'm waiting until I get a bout of insomnia or something. ^^; Anyway, thank you so much for those comments! I'm glad you enjoy my work so much. It's reviews like this and the one I got from Boethas that keep me writing.
Thank you, Mirei: I love writing Mewtwo POV. I have trouble making chapters with him very long, but they're still fun! It's nice to pretend I have some class. ^^;
Thank you, LUPA WITH A PEN: Eeh, I seem to make a lot of wolves angry... Heh. ^.^; I'm glad you're enjoying it. This one isn't very long, I'm afraid, but it's the best I could do at the moment.
Thank you, Snowangel: Goddess of wolves: Eh-heh, so it did take a while... ::sweatdrop:: As for cliffhangers, I think this one's a little worse... Forgive me! ^^;
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Chapter 20
Roy's POV
"I've told you this once before, can't control me
If you try to take me down, you're gonna break
I feel your every 'nothing' that you're doing for me
I'm thinking you oughta make your own way."
I couldn't breathe. I could hardly even see. I didn't know what I had done to make him so angry... But perhaps it wasn't me. Perhaps he was just taking his aggressions out on me simply because he could. Whatever the reason, the strength that had been holding onto my life was diminishing. It didn't matter, though. It only meant that I would finally be free of him.
But still... The pain was unbearable. But I had no other choice; even if I had the strength to, I learned not to defy him. Thinking back on everything I had been through--all the friends and rivals that I had come across... I never thought I would die in such a way.
His hands, with one clutching my throat and the other on my abdomen, weren't cold, the way they appeared. But perhaps that was only because of how cold I was. They gave off sweat, which quickly slid down my own skin and absorbed my body temperature, and became frigid like the rest of me. I thought that if I focused my thoughts on that, the pain in the rest of my body wouldn't be so bad.
But as quick as my heart beat, he stopped. His hand still held my head up by my throat, but he stopped moving entirely, aside from his panting breath. His eyes dashed to the side, and his head quickly turned around. I didn't know what had broken his concentration, but whatever it was, it seemed to be important. I took the opportunity to try to breathe again.
Almost as suddenly as his attention had been taken away, I heard an explosion from the direction he was looking in, accompanied by a shaking in the ground. The force didn't seem to take him by surprise, but still he released his grip on my throat and I fell to the floor. I was too weak to balance myself at all, and so all I could do was lie on the floor and listen.
I could hear pieces of concrete hitting the ground and I breathed in dust. It was silent for a few moments after that, but through my closed eyes I could still see a light glowing in the room. And then I heard a voice. It was unlike any I had heard before; rather than flooding my ears, it pierced into my mind.
"I can't allow this to continue. You deceived me into putting that boy in danger, but I won't let you end his life because of your selfish malevolence."
"You're stepping out of line," Ganondorf hissed in return, "You have no rule over what I choose to do with this mission. I chose you; you are below me, and don't forget that."
The response from the other being wasn't in words; I felt another explosion which sent small pieces of rubble onto my bare skin. Ganondorf seemed to be affected by the blast as well, as I heard him grunt in pain. followed by a sparking noise, which I knew very well as his energy charging.
"I am not a weapon, I am not a puppet. And I will not be used by another human!" the foreign voice rang in my head.
There was a loud crash, and a powerful force erupted, sending my limp body into the wall, followed by larger pieces of stone. Despite my state, I instinctually cried out in pain and my eyes cracked open, only to see Ganondorf's silhouette against a large ball of purple light in the center of the room. I could see that it was growing quickly. The last thing my eyes saw was the orb exploding into a mass of energy that stretched farther than myself. At that moment, the last of my strength completely gave out.