CONFESSIONS FROM A TROUBLED SOUL By Miroko-chan.
Hello yet again, due to so many good reviews for my piece 'Stolen,' I have
decided to write another piece, entitled Confessions From A Troubled
Soul...
The Spirit of Thomas Richard Schubaltz lingers in the very air they
breathe, it clouds their thoughts until he gets free from his sorrow...
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DISCLAIMER: I do not own Zoids. They belong to their respected companies
and I give them the credit for creating this wonderful anime!!
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"AAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"What's wrong Van dear?"
The light is switched on. Van had a look of pure terror in his eyes, ever
since Thomas' departure, he had not been the same. Waking up in the middle
of the night, Paranoia, chills...the list was endless, Fiona was really
worried about him, and quite often ended up slipping sedatives in his water
to calm him.
Van was rocking slightly in the bed, clutching the blankets around him,
tears in his eyes.
"It's all going to be alright, I am quite sure Thomas is happy, wherever he
is."
Van just stared staight into her warm loving eyes.
"Fiona, if he was happy, why did he go and, a-"
"He just, um, felt it was time to go, dear," she gave him a big warm hug,
and a kiss on the cheek.
Van laid back down onto the soft cushiony goodness of his pillow,
"I still don't understand why? and drifted into fits of dreamless sleep.
THE NEXT MORNING...
Fiona arose to an empty bed, her mate had disappeared, she quickly got up,
dressed, and grabbed a piece of toast before heading out to her Pteras
Bomber to look for him.
Meanwhile...
Van was standing in front of the cliff he had once taken Fiona on a sunset
date. It was truly a wonderful sight, the sky was a nice happy blue, the
sun was bathing him in loads of bright sunshine and the wind blew a slight
breeze across his once youthful now gaunt looks.
His face used to be warm, loving and caring, now, he looks like he has that
'lost hope and world of despair' glint in his eye, his face was pale, gaunt
and sad.
He stepped further out onto the edge and admired the sun, it was
beautiful...
He then took another step forward, if the slightest breeze flew past, he
would be knocked off his feet into the crashing waves at the bottom, not to
mention the jagged rocks.
Fiona had just spotted him, and was practically going into a nose-dive to
catch him as he descended on what he hoped to be his departure, but Fiona
caught him, he landed on the right wing before Fiona pulled the Pteras up
and landed it.
Fiona had lost all calm, "Van Flyheight!!! Explain yourself!!!!!!! I was
worried sick!!!"
"If you truly loved me, dear, you would have let me fall."
"I love you Van, but I would never let you fall, not if I can help it."
Van sunk to the ground and started crying.
"Van, sometimes in life, there are difficult things which you must face in
life, but you can not dwell on it forever, you must move on. I know you
cared alot about Thomas, but it was his choice to do what he did, you can
not think for other people."
"But then why did he go if he was happy, he was my best friend, often times
we would have the occasional talk and end up splurging information, like he
told me he was in love with you once, but I did not take notice, because
he was, well, drunk. He was often drunk, I thought he like it for I liked
it too, and I laughed at him."
"But you didn't know..."
"Huh, that's funny. He said it to me repeatedly. I thought he was lying. He
would ask me during these times if I loved you, Fiona. I'd say yes, and I'd
kill anybody who would interfere between us. He would also ask 'why do we
live' or tell me he wished he had wings and could fly away. He even told me
his deepest secret, although, I can not say, for I am forbidden to say it."
They walked back to the Pteras Bomber and flew back to the base.
Later, when it was evening, when the base was silent except for the wind
brushing the tree leaves and the occasional dripping of water, Van snuck
into Thomas' former room. He dashed along the eerie dark corridor, his
shadow bouncing off the cold concrete wall, dancing with the dark shadows
that were on the walls, he punched the code so that it would open. The door
opened and he walked inside, he locked the door and made it soundproof, he
pulled from beneath the bed a beautiful polished wooden box with jade
encrusted in it, he picked the lock and it clicked open...
Inside was a number of things that belonged to Thomas, his proper Guardian
Force Badge, some Zi money, a gold pistol, a picture of the Schubaltz's,
and a leather bound book with a Parker Fountain pen and ink.
Van delicately opened the book and then..
Van spun around and toppled off the chair. 'No, this can not be true,' he
thought, he rubbed his eyes.
Illuminated and sitting on the corner of the bed was the Spirit of Thomas
Richard Schubaltz, and he had a sad look in his eyes....
TO BE CONTINUED...
Hello yet again, due to so many good reviews for my piece 'Stolen,' I have
decided to write another piece, entitled Confessions From A Troubled
Soul...
The Spirit of Thomas Richard Schubaltz lingers in the very air they
breathe, it clouds their thoughts until he gets free from his sorrow...
************************************************************************
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Zoids. They belong to their respected companies
and I give them the credit for creating this wonderful anime!!
************************************************************************
"AAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"What's wrong Van dear?"
The light is switched on. Van had a look of pure terror in his eyes, ever
since Thomas' departure, he had not been the same. Waking up in the middle
of the night, Paranoia, chills...the list was endless, Fiona was really
worried about him, and quite often ended up slipping sedatives in his water
to calm him.
Van was rocking slightly in the bed, clutching the blankets around him,
tears in his eyes.
"It's all going to be alright, I am quite sure Thomas is happy, wherever he
is."
Van just stared staight into her warm loving eyes.
"Fiona, if he was happy, why did he go and, a-"
"He just, um, felt it was time to go, dear," she gave him a big warm hug,
and a kiss on the cheek.
Van laid back down onto the soft cushiony goodness of his pillow,
"I still don't understand why? and drifted into fits of dreamless sleep.
THE NEXT MORNING...
Fiona arose to an empty bed, her mate had disappeared, she quickly got up,
dressed, and grabbed a piece of toast before heading out to her Pteras
Bomber to look for him.
Meanwhile...
Van was standing in front of the cliff he had once taken Fiona on a sunset
date. It was truly a wonderful sight, the sky was a nice happy blue, the
sun was bathing him in loads of bright sunshine and the wind blew a slight
breeze across his once youthful now gaunt looks.
His face used to be warm, loving and caring, now, he looks like he has that
'lost hope and world of despair' glint in his eye, his face was pale, gaunt
and sad.
He stepped further out onto the edge and admired the sun, it was
beautiful...
He then took another step forward, if the slightest breeze flew past, he
would be knocked off his feet into the crashing waves at the bottom, not to
mention the jagged rocks.
Fiona had just spotted him, and was practically going into a nose-dive to
catch him as he descended on what he hoped to be his departure, but Fiona
caught him, he landed on the right wing before Fiona pulled the Pteras up
and landed it.
Fiona had lost all calm, "Van Flyheight!!! Explain yourself!!!!!!! I was
worried sick!!!"
"If you truly loved me, dear, you would have let me fall."
"I love you Van, but I would never let you fall, not if I can help it."
Van sunk to the ground and started crying.
"Van, sometimes in life, there are difficult things which you must face in
life, but you can not dwell on it forever, you must move on. I know you
cared alot about Thomas, but it was his choice to do what he did, you can
not think for other people."
"But then why did he go if he was happy, he was my best friend, often times
we would have the occasional talk and end up splurging information, like he
told me he was in love with you once, but I did not take notice, because
he was, well, drunk. He was often drunk, I thought he like it for I liked
it too, and I laughed at him."
"But you didn't know..."
"Huh, that's funny. He said it to me repeatedly. I thought he was lying. He
would ask me during these times if I loved you, Fiona. I'd say yes, and I'd
kill anybody who would interfere between us. He would also ask 'why do we
live' or tell me he wished he had wings and could fly away. He even told me
his deepest secret, although, I can not say, for I am forbidden to say it."
They walked back to the Pteras Bomber and flew back to the base.
Later, when it was evening, when the base was silent except for the wind
brushing the tree leaves and the occasional dripping of water, Van snuck
into Thomas' former room. He dashed along the eerie dark corridor, his
shadow bouncing off the cold concrete wall, dancing with the dark shadows
that were on the walls, he punched the code so that it would open. The door
opened and he walked inside, he locked the door and made it soundproof, he
pulled from beneath the bed a beautiful polished wooden box with jade
encrusted in it, he picked the lock and it clicked open...
Inside was a number of things that belonged to Thomas, his proper Guardian
Force Badge, some Zi money, a gold pistol, a picture of the Schubaltz's,
and a leather bound book with a Parker Fountain pen and ink.
Van delicately opened the book and then..
Van spun around and toppled off the chair. 'No, this can not be true,' he
thought, he rubbed his eyes.
Illuminated and sitting on the corner of the bed was the Spirit of Thomas
Richard Schubaltz, and he had a sad look in his eyes....
TO BE CONTINUED...