Author's Note:
So hello, folks! This is my first ever fanfiction for the Jet Set section, although I have wandered around reading and reviewing. [My previous s/n was Jasmine] I hope you guys like and if anyone has any interest in Zelda or Digimon fics, please check out some of my others.
Also this is a gore horror story with a little smidgen of comedy and romance in the mix. Despite what the title might suggest, this is not a FLUFFY BALL OF MUSH! The title will make sense later on, trust me on this please. There will be a few couplings though [Rhyth/Beat, Corn/Gum], sorry these are my preferences, and if you don't share in my fondness you might want to not read this. Also all titles of my chapters I have decided will come from the titles or lyrics from many of the wonderful songs off the 'Romeo + Juliet' soundtrack just because I was listening to it at the time and love it o so very much.
Love Letters
By Heather [A Whisper]
Chapter One: Lovefool"I can't care about anything but you,
Anything but you,
Love me, Love me,
Say that you love me."
-- "Lovefool" -- The Cardigans --
"Hey, its not my job to warn you that an object is hot!" Rhyth protested with a shout. Their argument clouded the kitchen area as the two squared off, an angry Beat on the other side. The petite girl continued with a sardonic smirk, "You think you would have worked this skill out by now, like when you were five. Hey, here's a heads up, the stove will probably be hot too - maybe even the shower." Her shoulder length indigo hair was mussed and her pretty face was actually void of any makeup, unusual for her. She was adorned in a little baby blue tee with a kitty's face on it, hugging all the curves of her body and showing toned midriff, and white underwear that rode up her slender thighs. Of course it left little to the imagination, but none of Rhyth's clothing really did.
Her brooding GG teammate glowered venomously at her. His auburn hair was splayed from sleep and he was dressed in long dark blue shorts and a white tee shirt that read 'You're All Sheep' over his tan lanky form. He spat in return, "That's not even the point! You treat the bathroom like its yours, with all your makeup crap everywhere -"
Rhyth interrupted pointedly, "'Makeup and crap', not 'makeup crap'."
Beat furrowed his brow and responded irately, "Fuck, what's it matter?"
The porcelain-skinned girl made a clicking sound with her tongue. "Well there's a difference, my makeup certainly isn't 'crap'," she chided matter-of-factly.
Shafts of filtered light passed through the kitchen window and over the cold linoleum tiles. Outside a vivid blue and yellow morning seeped its way along the horizon, across the city of sin. "God, I can't live with a person like you!" Beat exclaimed in wilted frustration, throwing up his hands. "If I have to hear one more statement that begins with 'Like' or 'O my God' I think I'll shoot myself; is there anything else going on in your brain besides makeup and fashion? Seriously, it was the girls like you I use to avoid in high school," he grumbled.
Meanwhile the stairs sighed under the weight of feet as some of the other Ruddies made their staggering way to the kitchen. They meet the sight of the two feuding GGs with little excitement or shock; it was just another morning at the Garage. The only one who was the least bit startled was Potts, who paused from wedging his wiggling cold nose between the plaid sofa cushions to stare vacantly at them.
Cube, dressed in loose black sweats and a ribbed white tank top over her full chest, groaned, "They're fighting again?" Her dark hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail at the nape of her neck and she actually didn't have her usually thick, exaggerating kohl eyeliner on. She sat on a stool by the counter as Garam pulled out a few cereal boxes for them, propping an elbow against the tabletop.
The young man with the shaved head for his part wasn't wearing his usual bug goggles. Pouring Cube and himself a bowl each of cereal, he mused, "Do you even have to ask?"
Corn and Gum were the next to trail groggily down the stairs. Corn scratched at his bedraggled sandy blonde hair and yawned. He was dressed in boxers and a tee shirt. The young man questioned as he regarded the fighting pair, "What are they arguing about now?"
"I think Rhyth's curling iron burnt Beat, judging by the string of obscenities I heard him hollering very early this morning," Gum related as she came to her boyfriend's side. She was dressed only in one of Corn's baggy sports shirts and long tan legs stretched out beyond the hem; her pale flaxen, cropped hair was rumpled. "But who cares, just sit down and try to dodge any flying projectiles," Gum added and plopped down at the table, pulling Corn down with her.
The small woman narrowed her eyes, strokes of light fracturing along the deepest blues. "'Avoid'? I think you mean they wouldn't even look at you! Like I hate to tell you this because judging from your massive ego no one ever has, but you're not a dream come true either. If I have to listen to one more song from some whiny grungy band I think I'll puke. You make everything I own smell like smoke and you have to be the messiest person I've ever known in my entire life!" she snapped back, completely ignoring the gathering crowd.
"Is it just me or do they sound like an old married couple?" Gum inquired under her breath, as she tangled a bare foot between Corns under the table.
Cube nodded and responded, swirling cereal in her bowl with a spoon, "Yup, even worse then you two."
"Hey!" Corn and Gum piped up together with indignant.
The gothic Ruddie woman gave them a deadpan stare and mock cooed, "Awww, and you're even doing the whole 'speaking in unison' thing. How... sickening? Yes sickening is the optimal word in this case." Then she went back to her cereal and the couple shot edged glares at her back.
Beat's temper flared and he yelled, shoving a hand in his pocket and the other gesturing in the air, "Yea well its better then being little Ms. Anal Retentive! If I even leave a sock out I get a screaming match, not everything has to be perfect all the time you know. I'd think you'd even have organized your panty draw if I didn't know they were made of ice!" Rhyth gasped and then scowled in return.
The stairs again began to moan and Yo-Yo staggered down, dressed in heart boxers and a tee shirt that read 'The King Of Pimp'. He rubbed sleep and sunlight from his eyes with a fist and then whined, "Dude, they woke me up! And I was just having the best dream..."
Cube snorted and replied vulgarly, "Come on, don't lie, you were up jerking off for the last hour, you little pervert."
The green haired boy slid into a seat by Cube and snatched up a box of sugar-loaded flakes. "Well you got me. Mmm, my dream was of all you GG girls having a naked pillow fight," he relinquished with a cheeky grin.
The pale skinned woman blanched and crinkled her nose as she watched dribbles of milk spill across Yo-Yo's chin as he chewed down. "God, I need to go take a shower... A really really long one... In choleric acid," she balked.
The auburn haired young man added, holding up his hand to show the red vertical mark, "Yea and side note, that iron did hurt."
"I thought you said that wasn't the point..." Rhyth questioned, crossing her slender arms in front of her.
"It isn't," Beat admitted and then continued, almost in a childish tone, "But it did!"
Rhyth rolled her aqua eyes and sighed, "Well I said I was sorry, alright. Would you like me to pad up all our sharp edges too just encase you end up running into one and getting another 'ouchie'?"
The rebellious GG glowered at her and exclaimed with loathing, "Patronizing bitch."
Rhyth propped her hands up to her slender hip and sniffed, "Pathetic asshole."
"Valley girl!"
"Village idiot!"
Corn groaned and held Gum's hand with a free hand, the other tapping against the tabletop in boredom. "And as predicted, the argument deteriorates to the fifth grade level..." he said with exasperation.
"Spoiled brat!"
"Loser!"
The door flung open and an urgent Clutch skated in, along with butter cream light that spread along the Garage floor. "Uh guys, sorry to interrupt such stimulating and interesting conversation but I have someone outside who wants to come in," the red head interjected and stopped the conversation before it had any time to linger in prolonged immaturity.
Combo, who had just now thudded down the stairs dressed in shorts and a tee shirt, asked in his heavy urban accent, "Who's it?"
Clutch shrugged his shoulders and informed them, "I'm not sure. It looks like some junky, she ran up to me while I was out skating and told me she had to speak to Rhyth pronto. I couldn't get anything else out of her though, sorry. She looks like a crackwhore to me but it's your call." He looked to Rhyth then to make the decision.
Rhyth hesitated for a pause but then nodded and said, "Let her in."
Wordlessly, Clutch bladed towards the door and motioned for someone to enter. A thin scrawny woman came in through the bleaching white sun then, cutting a long thin shadow across the wall that moved with twitchy steps. She was emaciated to the point of looking deathly, even skinner then Rhyth, and her hair was dark brown and stringy, balding in some spots. She was dressed in torn up jeans and a stained blue sweatshirt that hung off her skeletal frame. Her eyes were wide hazel, swelling in undulating dilations, and fringed with blistering red from too much crying and too much drugs. "He's dead... The police are going to say it was a fucking drug deal gone wrong or some shit because it's no skin off their backs but I know the truth. I know the truth... I was the one who found him in the park," she began to ramble and her voice was gritty and breaking with tears.
Rhyth knitted her slender eyebrows together and fought her initial shock at the woman's appearance. "What... What are you talking about? And how do you know me?" she finally asked.
The woman met Rhyth's gaze and unshed tears burned in her eyes. "Sakiki. He's dead," she stated blankly and it hit Rhyth's eardrums like detonated fireworks. Her petal lips fell open in a soundless gasp and a tremble spread along her body, up along the trail of her elongated spine. The woman made of bones went on, "I remembered you, Rhyth right? I heard of you, a member of the GGs. I knew you were the one in the note. I knew it."
Rhyth balled her hands into fists by her side, attempting to subside the shaking that traveled through them like electricity currents. It can't be true, no way, no how. She shook her head, strands of cobalt splaying against her flushed cheeks, and questioned, as if somehow she had interpreted it wrong, "What note? I don't understand..."
The straggly woman extracted a paper from her flat back pocket and handed it to Rhyth who took it cautiously. "Either do I, its all meaningless shit. But its to you so here you go, I found it right with him. Blood everywhere and this... fucking letter..." she replied as she bit back her sobs under a disposition of unreadable emotions.
Rhyth looked down at the folded paper in her hand before glancing back up at the sunken-in face. Her tidal eyes were awash with sincere sympathy and she offered softly, "I'm... I'm sorry, about his death."
The ashen woman grinned ruthfully and gave a wet cough. "Yea well, you're probably the only one," she admitted with a bittersweet laugh and then continued, her tone growing vulnerable, "Us drug leeches; we don't mean much ya know... But he... He was getting clean, I know he went to the park to score a hit, but... I could tell things were getting better. We were getting better, he was trying so hard to stay clean and so was I... Well I don't think I can last long now though, after everything that's happened... He meant something to me." A tear made an iridescent track along her skin and she turned then and walked out of the Garage, into the daylight.
Rhyth watched after her and the silence fell on them like dead weight. Finally Yo-Yo chirped up, his squeaky pre-pubescent voice stirring everyone back to the moment, "What was that about?"
The small woman bit her bottom lip gently and responded vaguely, "I'm not sure..."
Beat offered skeptically, reasoning, "Sounds to me like a load of bullshit. She could have just been rambling off a hit ya know? What's the letter say?"
Rhyth looked down at the paper in her hand and reluctantly untucked the folds with her fingertips. Her eyes roved over the paper before broadening with sudden alarm and shock. Her face became deathly pale and the world grew hazy, blurring into a numbing black, eclipsing her pupils until shadows spread under her eyelids. Her deep blue eyes rolled up into her skull and Combo leaped foreword just as her knees gave way, catching her in his massive lumber arms. The GGs caroused with gasps and watched on in concern and disbelief.
Cube stood and picked the letter off the floor tiles. She pressed it up towards the light and read the message aloud to everyone. "I bet you tasted sweet under that apple tree, Rhyth-chan. Sweet. You're always so damn sweet."
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Slanted arcs of rain slashed their silver streaks against the dark star-encrusted sky, the pale white moon glistening against the wet until the whole city flickered. The sounds of night murmured on; babies wailing, domestic disputes, and the stumbling of sirens in the dark. The four GGs alternated between shadow and smears of gilded light from overhead streetlamps.
Yo-Yo and Cube were farther back, trailing behind Rhyth and Beat. Their skates glided over the streets and alleyways, rupturing splattering puddles. The group all wore black to be less distinguishable and move along the city without raising any suspicions, from other gangs and police alike. Yo-Yo, dressed in a loose slouching black sweatshirt and black baggy pants, was dragging behind considerably. Rainwater soaked through his hood and dripped down his face, rolling against his lips as he spoke. "It's so cold," he moaned and shivered slightly from the frozen drops and cool air fluttering over his skin. He was damp all the way through and his limbs felt solid, like waterlogged wood. A gust of wind threw a hail of rain into his eyes and he grumbled, "I'm getting rain up my nose. Just peachy."
Cube was a few paces ahead of him and did her best to allow his comments to not faze her. Dressed in a black tank top and black pants that formed to her legs, it was apparent rain never really bothered her. It slipped over her pale flesh, making her slick and glistening like an ocean seashell. She plowed on, gritting over her shoulder, "Hey, you mind shutting the fuck up. Do you think this is anyone's idea of fun? No, but we're going out because someone died tonight and somehow this is all related to Rhyth. Now do us all a favor and stop whining or else I'll make you hurt in ways you didn't think were possible."
The boy sighed and nodded reluctantly, admitting, "Ok, ok, sorry. You're right; I was acting like a jackass..." Then, peering into the onslaught of rain, he watched Cube's shapely backside bob with her movements. With a watery grin, he chortled, "Save some of that fire for the bedroom though ok, Babycakes."
Cube narrowed her eyes against the biting cold. Of course, everything in his entire body can be numb except for one thing. "How about I smack you around?" she growled.
Yo-Yo smiled roguishly and prodded her on, saying, "O ya, baby, ya. Make a man out of me."
The woman had had enough, she was soaping wet and, forgive her, but was not in the best of moods to be sexually harassed. She whipped around on her skates and without a second's pause, flicked her hand out and crossed his face hard with her palm. He yelped in pain and Cube spat in annoyance, "Or I could make you a chick."
Yo-Yo's pupils grew smaller and he responded in a high-pitched voice, "And I'm shutting up now." Cube turned around then and kept skating, Yo-Yo hesitantly following and rubbing at his swollen jaw.
Farther ahead Rhyth was speeding on, Beat trying his best to keep up. Normally the two were pretty much evenly paced but Rhyth had determination flickering in her deep aqua eyes and pushed on through torrents of cold rain. Beat was doing his best and wet breaths fell hard in his burning lungs. He was dressed in a black jacket over a tee shirt and black loose pants with a swinging pocket chain, his auburn hair tousled and falling into his chestnut eyes. "Hey do you think you could stop moving at light speed? Cube and Yo-Yo are falling behind," he called out between breaths.
Sakiki. He could be... No he's not. I've just got to make sure it was all a load of crap and then things will be fine. Rhyth pushed herself towards the brink of exertion, he'd never seen her this fueled by will power. Her skates broke over puddles that reflected back the twinkling spinning lights of the city and her knee-length black jacket fluttered against her sleek form. She wore a black midriff revealing top underneath and a pleated skirt, black stockings covering her slender contorting calves. Her hood covered most of her face in concealing shadows, except for the determined grimace and the blistering eyes. "Well that's their problem if they can't keep up, they'd be fine if they started moving their asses," she barked, her tone unusual and grating.
He could be...
Beat could hear the uncertainty and fear eating away at Rhyth's words, she was never this self-possessed. The young man reached a hand out and clutched onto Rhyth's delicate wrist, pushing his skates into the asphalt for traction. The beauty spun around, gazing at Beat with questioning blue eyes. His breath came out in billows of hot white air as he said, winded, "Look at me, Rhyth. Everything is going to be fine. We're not even sure if that woman was telling the truth, and even then this could all just be a hoax. Just calm down, everything's ok."
Rhyth paused now, breaths heaving in her chest, and her long eyelashes flickered with each blink. He's right. What am I doing? I have to stay levelheaded, me worrying won't help anyone. She nodded her head softly and peered down at the ground through a blanketing of rain. She said, "...You're right." Then, looking up with a slight grin on her petal lips, she continued, "Thanks Beat, that's what I needed to hear."
He watched her and could feel his heart grow lightweight and flutter in his ribcage, her smiles lately had that affect on him. "Sure, no problem," he replied quietly and became aware of her pulse moving against his fingertips, the warmth of her petite body as she became closer to him, as her fear melted away. That's one thing you could always say about Rhyth, she wore her emotions out there for everyone to see. Not like me, I don't own up to my feelings. Ever. Beat pushed away from her then, taking a gliding step foreword and calling over his shoulder, "Now come on, the slow asses are finally catching up."
Rhyth nodded and followed Beat before matching pace with him eventually. Yo-Yo and Cube were now not too far back and Yo-Yo bellowed through clots of downward slanting rain, "Hey who you callin' a slow ass? Speaking of asses, Rhyth baby, yours is looking especially nice from this angle."
The young woman laughed slightly and snorted, "Yea well get a good look because this is as close as you'll ever get to my 'ass'."
The four GGs slid along Tokyo-To like electricity currents moving over telephone wires, the rain continued to fall and dribble down gutters. A scrawny drenched mutt shuffled through a trashcan and then roamed by, searching for sewer rats that had fled above ground for a midnight meal. Up ahead they could see the tall brick walls of the park, crumbling and in sore need of repair. The sign above it read, 'Hideko Park', the gilded paint flecked and flaking off. They entered cautiously and skated along the twisting, decaying paths. Once this park had been beautiful, a verdant gem in an otherwise morbid city, a reminder of how life once was. However as the new members of government took power and priorities shifted from preserving natural landmarks to tracking down and defecting 'Ruddie menaces', the park deteriorated to a cease pool for the low-life's of the city. The grass was scattered with syringes and bottles, fragments of glass sprinkled on the cement walkways and catching pale moonlight to shimmer in feigned beauty. Here Hideko Park lay in earnest waste, succumbing to the gritty reality of Tokyo-To.
They skated on unsure because none of them had really ever spent time in the druggie-infested park, however Cube now took to leading them. Apparently she'd been here quite often however no one wanted to question her on why that was, her past was seedy and she did what she had to survive. She didn't have to explain for it to them. The raven-haired woman saw something up towards an outcropping of trees and stepped over the damp grass, bending down blades with her skates. Now everyone could see, through the haze of metal rain, a band of yellow tape and a police car parked haphazardly by it.
Beat crept foreword and peered in through the foggy windows of the car. He turned back to the group with a croaked smile and replied to their sober faces, "No worries, the fat lazy copper fell asleep. Now lets go see what this really is about."
Up until this point there had been a chance everything the crazed woman had said was a lie; this was all they had for conformation. If a druggie had been killed in the park, it wouldn't be announced over the daily news or even DJ-K. The homeless and the other castaways of society passed away all the time on the streets, from gang wars and murders and over doses. No one cared, not the 'respectable' people anyway, it was one less hobo in the world, one less person to beg them for change as they passed them on their way to work. Even the police didn't give much thought to it, ruling everything off as casualties of the dark side of Tokyo-To. They hadn't even bothered removing the body, just left it there in a body bag, entwined in yellow caution tape, because it had grown too dark and they decided it could wait until morning. What did it matter if most the evidence was being washed away? They'd already decided the cause anyway, there was nothing left to do but torch the corpse in the incinerator.
They moved closer, towards the black mound lying in the damp grass, beads of rain hitting and spilling over it. There was a walkway close by with a small drain and water siphoned along the edge. The small river was pink now, sickening pink, blood pink.
Cube stood over the body bag and her face was cold and stiff. Then she craned her neck and faced Rhyth. "You're not going to faint on us again are you?" she asked, with more concern then scorn.
The small girl stared at the heap and couldn't move. She forced her lips to make words, although her cobalt eyes never left the black form, and she responded tightly, "No, I won't."
Cube nodded and then the dark haired woman leaned over and, without a word, pulled down a leaf of the tarp. Rain rushed over her fingertips and she was suddenly staring down into a sunken face. The skin was ashen white, pale and glistening, and the eyes were pitchless black, staring up, glazed over in a thin milky film, and they shown twin reflections of the moon. His mouth was open, his cheeks sallow and collapsing in, revealing sharp cheekbones. "God..." Cube grimaced and pulled back at the ghastly sight, the corpse already smelling like rotting flesh.
Yo-Yo blanched and reflexively breathed, "Fuck, man. That's real."
The GGs stared down at the body and the motionless face and the silence fell over them as they tried to rethink everything. So what the woman had said was true? So they couldn't just shrug it all off, this was very real. All along they hadn't even considered the possibility that it was real because... if it was, then something very wrong was going on.
Rhyth was trembling under her jacket, her heart thudding against her chest, her eyes exploding wide. She spun around and suddenly skated off, as best as she could on grass and with rain falling on her, slicking the ground. Her thoughts were thundering inside her skull, all her fears realized, her hood falling down. Her breath wasn't catching, her throat was a broken latch, and she was feeling light-headed. Tears tumbled down the slopes of her cheeks, mixed with rain, and she could hear someone following, calling her name plaintively. All she could do was run. Keep running. Don't stop. She was suddenly in a thick patch of trees and the soft tapping of rain against leaves echoed in her ears. Her skates lost their grip over decaying vegetation and she fell to her knees. Pulling herself up, tears and dirt smudged along her cheeks, she kept on moving, leaves plastered to her bleeding knees.
A hand grabbed her wrist again and she could hear Beat's voice, Beat's warm caring voice, hot against her ear. "Rhyth, come on, stop! Running away isn't going to help anyone," he shouted.
She turned and her face was grievous and angry. Rain trickled from the ends of her spiraling wet blue hair and her large eyes met his, weary and filled with pain. "I don't fucking care! Because right now, someone I know is lying in a fucking body bag, alright! God, that was my first boyfriend, my first kiss!" she cried, her voice splitting with tears. Maybe she couldn't be the nice one all the time; maybe she couldn't be expected to be calm and kind and worry about 'helping anyone' all the time. And God, if there was ever a time, it was now. Right now all she wanted to be was irrational and get away, as far as possible.
Beat looked taken aback and he watched her face, allowing her to pull her hand from his. "I didn't know..." he finally said in shock.
Rhyth looked wild with fear and memories. She stepped away, pushing her back against a tree trunk, her jacket soaping in the grimy moisture. She stared at Beat and yet was looking past him, into the distance, into things she'd forgotten. "I can still remember everything, it was autumn and the leaves were on fire... And he took my hand and... kissed me. Just like that, and we didn't know what to say... And a leaf fell on his shoulder and I laughed and then he laughed," she whispered and her breath was ragged and came out in white turrets of air. Her head was pressed against the tree, her hair dismantled and lying limp against her shoulders.
The auburn haired boy listened and his dark eyes were wide with understanding. "The letter..." he suddenly said with knowing.
The young woman's face fell into her hands, her fingers swiping away the rain that beaded along her long lush eyelashes. "Yes, the letter. Someone thinks its funny to fuck with me. He's dead and his killer wrote me that letter, about things no one else knew," she said softly, the hurt and anger throbbing in her throat.
"I had no idea, Rhyth. I'm sorry," Beat mumbled and his chestnut hair was roused with rain and falling into his eyes. He wanted to hold her; she seemed so small, so vulnerable, so pale, like at any moment she could break. "Maybe... Maybe this is someone's sick idea of a joke," he finally offered, trying to subside her swelling tears.
Her hands fell away and she glared up through her eyelashes. "A joke?" she questioned with menace. "A joke! Well then its fucking hilarious! I'm not a skitzo, I'm not imagining anything, this isn't a joke! This is real, Beat. Everything's not going to be fine!" she continued, yelling. How dare he! Sakiki's dead, I'm not overreacting. He can deny it all he wants but someone's out to get me!
Beat didn't know what to say anymore; obviously he couldn't say anything to relieve her of her anguish. "Come on, let's just get back..." he began and reached out, his fingers grazing the soft skin of her lower arm.
Rhyth's hand suddenly reeled foreword, catching Beat across the cheek. Beat watched her strike him and didn't move because his mind half believed it. The Rhyth he knew would never hurt anyone purposely, sure the Rhyth he knew was also annoying, but she was never cruel. Her fingers made separated red streaks against his tan skin and he stared blankly at her. "Leave me alone, don't touch me!" she screamed, her mind turning in on itself. He wasn't the enemy but suddenly she thought he was, everyone was.
Beat stayed emotionless even though inside he was in pain at having her hate him yet again. Why do I even try? "Fine. Fucking see if I care," he growled and turned, his deep eyes burning with anger. He skated off, Rhyth watching his back disappear among the outcropping trees.
Rhyth was trembling now uncontrollably, her lips were tinged with blue and frozen, tears rolling over them, over her ivory teeth. She collapsed, sliding down the trunk of the tree, to her knees. The sobs washed over her like tides and she buried her face in her hands.
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Up above, the rain fell against the leaves, making wet popping sounds. Branches reached out their gnarling fists towards a gray expansion of night sky, blending together bursting white stars and metallic arcs of rain. The wind rushed over the trees, clawing out greedily for every space it could occupy. The figure hunkered down close to the trunk, hands grasping like talons to the bark of the shifting branch. Eyes smoldered stony blue, edged and gray, emotionless and estranged.
Come on, cry, Rhyth-chan. I can taste your tears.
It watched from its perch, through the parting of leaves, at the little whimpering figure below. Its hunger was incessant.
Soon you'll realize you're mine. Soon everyone will realize. All mine. You cry because your scared, scared of what I'll do. Goodie, goodie. I love when I can play with my dolls.
It watched Rhyth stand shaking and then unsteadily walk off.
Soon.
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Closing Note: So that's Chapter One! What do you think? Please tell me, I'm really trying my best to make this interesting! Thanks for reading so far and I'll try to have the next chapter done soon. ^_^
Ok and since I'm such an imagery freak and like to get a clear picture of what's going on in a story, I decided to add some links of what I think Rhyth and Beat look like as real people, as I imagined them in my story. [Add the www before each address and sorry guys, I added spaces because for some reason ffnet was not posting the whole addresses. Just delete the spaces in between... -_-]
Rhyth (Tasha Tilberg) -
(famousbabes. com/ pics118/tasha/tasha006. jpg
(famousbabes. com/ pics118/tasha/tasha018. jpg)
Beat (Orlando Bloom) -
(ar. com. au/~jriddler/ba/ba-ob. jpg)
(ciudadfutura .com /elcriticon/orlandobloom. jpg)
I think I'll do that every chapter; it helps people, or me at least, to think of clothes and general imagery. Ok, well, so long!