Burning. You could hear it very clearly, echoing and blending with the
screams of the frightened people. I stood there, unmoving while they all
ran past me. I could hear the panic in their voices, see it in their eyes.
And I liked it.
I watched as the hungry flames devoured the village that was my home. The meca's fought in the ruins, destroying more of the village than of each other.
One fell with a deafening crash, blood and fluids spurting from a wound in the chest cavity. I could hear him scream his last as he fell. And I liked that too.
The flames danced as buildings and meca fell. The last of the people ran past me. A woman stopped beside me and grabbed my arm. I could feel her pulling me, but I did not look away from the sight of my home burning.
She jumped in front of me and tried to push, glancing behind her every so often. She had ashes in her honey brown hair, and charcoal smudged all over her face. She screamed my name over and over, telling me we had to get away, we had to get to safety. I ignored her.
Suddenly, all the noise stopped. Everything went silent, except for the flickering flames. All of my people's meca had been taken down, all the people who I knew and trained with in my youth were dead. Yet I felt no remorse.
The girl with bright green eyes clung to me in fear as the enemies made their way toward us. The ground shook with every step, and somehow the fire got larger with every step the red one took. The red one. Colored like blood, obviously the leader.
They made a circle around me and the girl, but I did not take my eyes off the red one in front of me. I heard the meca behind me open with a hiss and the pilots drop to the ground. They did this in order, moving in a half circle so that the leader was the last one out.
He was dressed in bloody red armor, matching his meca almost perfectly. His short, white hair blew softly in the light breeze the fire fed upon. His eyes were as red as his meca, and a golden tiara reflected the fire light from his forehead.
I could feel the girl trembling against me as she looked around the circle of our captors. She glanced up at me, as though expecting me to do something. I ignored her and watched as the handsome albino drew his sword in a beautiful screech of metal against metal.
He raised the sword slowly and pointed straight at the girl's heart. She moved backward a few steps in fear as he began his charge. She screamed loudly and threw her arms up to try and offer some type of feeble defense.
Her screams became garbled as the sword pierced through one of her arms and proceeded through her heart. The surrounding pilots yelled and whistled their praise of their captain.
The fire burned brighter than ever, and formed a ring around the albino, the dead girl and myself. The man pulled his sword from her body and the dead girl slumped to the dirt, her blood pooling under her, her vivid green eyes wide and glassy and dull.
The albino wiped his blood covered sword off on the girl's shirt. Deeming it clean enough, he sheathed it and kicked the girls body. Reaching down with a gloved hand, he tipped his fingertips in her blood and licked it off happily.
He turned to me and the girl's body erupted into flame, the smell of burning flesh filling the air. He stared as her hair twisted into nothing and her skin bubbled and her flesh roasted.
He heard the footsteps coming towards him and looked up, calm and steady. The man had a victorious smirk on his face as he walked towards me. I stared at him as he unsheathed a small dagger from his black leather boot.
He came right up to me, but I was not afraid. I knew he was going to kill me, but I did not care. I just stared into his eyes, bloodthirsty, mad eyes, and lost myself even further. He tilted my head slightly with a gloved hand on my chin and pulled my face closer to his.
Inches away from him, I saw him lift the dagger and slowly and almost tenderly place it against my right cheek. Slowly, slowly, he drew it downwards, the keen blade cutting my skin and bringing pain unimaginable. It resonated throughout my entire body, ripping and tearing, almost a burning sensation centered in that small cut. And I liked that too.
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Van Slanzar de Fanel awoke and sat up quickly in his room in the newly rebuilt Fanelian palace. He was covered in sweat and breathing hard. His eyes scanned the room franticly, looking over the rich tapestries and the beautifully crafted furniture.
Convincing himself that there was no one else in his room, he calmed himself and lay back down on his sweat soaked pillows to stare at the ceiling. He didn't understand what his dream meant. It was confusing.
The girl who died was obviously Hitomi, but why didn't he protect her? He did love her after all, didn't he? And the albino, Dilandau, why had he been in his dream? And why had he liked it when such horrible things had been happening to his people?
He shook his head and rolled over. It was just a stupid dream. He was just tired. He probably just needed a break from being king of the entire country. That must be the reason. He thought blearily.
Slowly, his eyes closed and he drifted back to sleep, not noticing the blood dripping down from the half healed scar on his right cheek.
I watched as the hungry flames devoured the village that was my home. The meca's fought in the ruins, destroying more of the village than of each other.
One fell with a deafening crash, blood and fluids spurting from a wound in the chest cavity. I could hear him scream his last as he fell. And I liked that too.
The flames danced as buildings and meca fell. The last of the people ran past me. A woman stopped beside me and grabbed my arm. I could feel her pulling me, but I did not look away from the sight of my home burning.
She jumped in front of me and tried to push, glancing behind her every so often. She had ashes in her honey brown hair, and charcoal smudged all over her face. She screamed my name over and over, telling me we had to get away, we had to get to safety. I ignored her.
Suddenly, all the noise stopped. Everything went silent, except for the flickering flames. All of my people's meca had been taken down, all the people who I knew and trained with in my youth were dead. Yet I felt no remorse.
The girl with bright green eyes clung to me in fear as the enemies made their way toward us. The ground shook with every step, and somehow the fire got larger with every step the red one took. The red one. Colored like blood, obviously the leader.
They made a circle around me and the girl, but I did not take my eyes off the red one in front of me. I heard the meca behind me open with a hiss and the pilots drop to the ground. They did this in order, moving in a half circle so that the leader was the last one out.
He was dressed in bloody red armor, matching his meca almost perfectly. His short, white hair blew softly in the light breeze the fire fed upon. His eyes were as red as his meca, and a golden tiara reflected the fire light from his forehead.
I could feel the girl trembling against me as she looked around the circle of our captors. She glanced up at me, as though expecting me to do something. I ignored her and watched as the handsome albino drew his sword in a beautiful screech of metal against metal.
He raised the sword slowly and pointed straight at the girl's heart. She moved backward a few steps in fear as he began his charge. She screamed loudly and threw her arms up to try and offer some type of feeble defense.
Her screams became garbled as the sword pierced through one of her arms and proceeded through her heart. The surrounding pilots yelled and whistled their praise of their captain.
The fire burned brighter than ever, and formed a ring around the albino, the dead girl and myself. The man pulled his sword from her body and the dead girl slumped to the dirt, her blood pooling under her, her vivid green eyes wide and glassy and dull.
The albino wiped his blood covered sword off on the girl's shirt. Deeming it clean enough, he sheathed it and kicked the girls body. Reaching down with a gloved hand, he tipped his fingertips in her blood and licked it off happily.
He turned to me and the girl's body erupted into flame, the smell of burning flesh filling the air. He stared as her hair twisted into nothing and her skin bubbled and her flesh roasted.
He heard the footsteps coming towards him and looked up, calm and steady. The man had a victorious smirk on his face as he walked towards me. I stared at him as he unsheathed a small dagger from his black leather boot.
He came right up to me, but I was not afraid. I knew he was going to kill me, but I did not care. I just stared into his eyes, bloodthirsty, mad eyes, and lost myself even further. He tilted my head slightly with a gloved hand on my chin and pulled my face closer to his.
Inches away from him, I saw him lift the dagger and slowly and almost tenderly place it against my right cheek. Slowly, slowly, he drew it downwards, the keen blade cutting my skin and bringing pain unimaginable. It resonated throughout my entire body, ripping and tearing, almost a burning sensation centered in that small cut. And I liked that too.
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Van Slanzar de Fanel awoke and sat up quickly in his room in the newly rebuilt Fanelian palace. He was covered in sweat and breathing hard. His eyes scanned the room franticly, looking over the rich tapestries and the beautifully crafted furniture.
Convincing himself that there was no one else in his room, he calmed himself and lay back down on his sweat soaked pillows to stare at the ceiling. He didn't understand what his dream meant. It was confusing.
The girl who died was obviously Hitomi, but why didn't he protect her? He did love her after all, didn't he? And the albino, Dilandau, why had he been in his dream? And why had he liked it when such horrible things had been happening to his people?
He shook his head and rolled over. It was just a stupid dream. He was just tired. He probably just needed a break from being king of the entire country. That must be the reason. He thought blearily.
Slowly, his eyes closed and he drifted back to sleep, not noticing the blood dripping down from the half healed scar on his right cheek.