Slayers Resurrection
A.N. Hmm . . the last of part one, except for the epilogue. I hope you like it. I wanted to put this note at the begging of the chapie instead of at the end, because I want all my wonderful readers out there to appreciate my wonderful end!!! Enjoy!!!!
I'm saying good bye to you now. Toodles.
Divine Firefly
Chapter Seven
Eric Zelgadis Grey
Zel felt the sand give way beneath his feet, making him lose his balance for a split second. Because it was wet, getting wetter by the minute, it didn't sink as much as it usually, and he didn't slide as much, but it was still disconcerting. He glanced up at the sky, watched as they heavens cried on him, felt as they hit his skin with a soft, plopping noise. Sighing, he hung his head again. The incident at the doctors office had left him jangled. He fought to escape the words that still rang in his ears, echoing, reverberating in his brain. Turning to stone . . stone . . turning to stone . . lower blood pressure . .skin seems to be going through a transformation . . it's thicker . . oilier . . if I didn't know better . . turning to stone . . to stone . . to stone. . .
"Turning to stone." The sand dissolved in his tears. He closed his eyes. This beach was disserted, but he was ashamed of his behavior. An image passed before his eyelids. The depiction that had been haunting his dreams for weeks, since Mel ran away. A man, young, Zel's height, Zel's bodyweight, hidden in the shadows. He stepped forward, and always Zel's dreams ended hear, with an extreme sense of horror.
But not now.
The man continued. Zel felt himself struggle to look away, to open his eyes, to escape this man and what he meant. He couldn't move. It was as if he were rooted to the spot, in his own mind, as if his conscious couldn't repel what his subconscious recognized as the truth.
His arms, swinging lightly by his sides, came first into view. They were blue. Zel's breath quickened, he felt himself start to sweat. Little bumps ran in ridges up his forearms, he could see them through the shirt the man was wearing. He stepped, and a foot, completely covered came into view. A cape swirled around his legs. His face, hooded, with only dark, purple- black hair and intelligent, calculating, eyes above a mask rather like a surgeons. The mask fell away into the blackness of Zel's mind. He could see now, the stones imbedded in the man's skin above his eyebrows, on his cheekbones. He could see the blue tint to the skin. He could see the light reflecting off of it. Dully, as if it was sinking through a thick cloth, a thought came to him.
This man is made of-
But the thought never finished. Zel opened his eyes, and in a moment dashed off in the direction of the voice he had just heard shriek. He knew the voice. It had been Mel's.
"YOU BASTARD!!!!!"
Valerie Michael Garth
"Bye Mom." Val kissed his mother lightly on the cheek. Chewing on her lower lip, she hugged him back, murmuring into his hair. He sighed and lost himself in her contact. This would probably going to be the last he saw of her for a long time. But his mother never gave into emotion much, and definitely never pushed her son close to crying. Her lips stopped moving on his head she pulled away. Before he knew it, his dad swooped in and crushed him in a burly hug.
"Bye, Dad." And at once, his father burst into loud, uncontrollable sobs.
"MY BABY IS LEAVING ME!!!!! WAH!!!!" He hugged Val closer.
"Dad, it's only for six months." Val managed to squeak, though his father was squeezing the breath from his lungs.
"WHAT WILL I DO WITHOUT YOU?????" The big man buried his head in Val's shoulder, loosing his ability to stand on his own.
Not a good thing.
Val almost toppled, his father was over twice his weight, and no amount of soccer, football, basketball, and wrestling training, could help Val support him. His mother rushed in to help, but the both staggered beneath the giant they were supporting. "Honey! Control yourself! People are beginning to stare!" his mother's voice, crisp, though laced with embarrassment, seemed to begin to cut through his Dad's mood.
"Yea, Dad, and it's only for a little while."
Wrong thing to say. Definitely the wrong thing to say.
"WAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! MY BABY'S GOING AWAY!!!!!!!!!!!!! WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhh" the sobs trailed off, and he began to hiccup slightly into his wife's shoulder. Val watched, relieved.
"Val, honey, why don't you get on your plane now?"
"Shouldn't I say goodbye to Dad, Mom?"
"No, I think he'll call you when he's more . . composed."
"Right." Val shuddered at the idea of having to go through the whole crying thing. Again. Sighing, and trying to avoid the questioning stares of the crowd, he picked up his carry-on bag and handed his ticket pass to the stewardess. She took it without a sound, gaping at his father.
He felt blood rush to his cheeks.
Sabrina Grace Kyria
The car speed seamlessly along the highway, it's wheels whirring softly in the rain. Sabrina watched as the water splattered across the windshield, watched as it ran in little rivers down her window. She leaned back into her seat, feeling the soft leather against her bare hands. So sleek, so smooth. It felt like she could slide away on this, slide away into eternity.
The radio was playing. It throbbed dully through the car, echoing pathetically in the silence. Sabrina tried to concentrate on it, tried to pay attention, but it was too hard. Her mind kept going back to the silence. The silence that, even with all the noise, seemed to envelope them.
She wanted, more than anything, to say something to break the silence. But her lips would not form the words, her tongue wouldn't shift in her mouth. The silence pressed down on her and she felt sick and she looked away from her window and saw them.
Gaby. Staring vacantly out at the road, his face plain, a childlike handsomeness shining through. Sabrina felt her heart skip a beat at the sight of him. He looked so good, his hair dancing in the wind around his wonderfully broad shoulders, that she almost reached out to him, almost snaked her mouth around to his ear and whispered 'I love you' so that only he could hear.
But she didn't. Gabriel Michael Riev was a god she was never going to have. Her eyes shifted away, to the young woman sitting next to him.
Fiona. Looking out her window at the rain, though Sabrina could tell she wasn't seeing it. Absentmindedly, Fi brushed a stray lock of golden hair behind her ear. Her face, devoid of its usual, bright smile, looked empty, as it looked back at her friend, reflected in the glass of the window. Fi looked blank, all the joy gone out of her.
In one fluid movement, Sabrina unbuckled her seatbelt, reached between them and turned up the radio.
Gabriel Michael Riev III
A pale hand sneaked to the controls of the radio. Gabriel Riev almost reached for it, thinking it had been Fiona's, but he saw that it wasn't. None of her bracelets dangled from the wrists, making their customary jingling sound. The nails weren't painted their usual vivid pink. No, this wasn't her hand. His hand paused above it, as it flicked the volume knob for the radio to half full. Then it disappeared into the back seat.
Sophia's, then. Or whatever her name was.
He sighed and looked out on the road, searching for something to concentrate on. Nothing. The highway stretched on in front of him forever, empty, with the beach on one side, and a petite, beautiful, blonde with a temper like a raging dragon on his other side.
Geeze, Gab thought, talk about being caught between a rock and a hard place.
He decided to look out on the ocean. And looked back at the road. And back at the ocean. And blinked. Blinked again. And again.
He heard a soft click as Sarah put her seatbelt back on.
He looked at the road. Empty. No place to go.
Slowly, as if of its own accord, the wheel spun, and the car pulled over.
"Gaby, what are you doing?" Fiona asked him, her voice worried. It was the first words she had said to him since she had told him, half and hour before.
"I thought we could go for a walk on the beach."
"A walk for the beach? What? In this weather? We're all going to turn into puddles." She said, avoiding his eyes, making a lame attempt at humor.
He didn't look at her, but got out of the car, dimly aware of Sally following him. He didn't care, though, he didn't care. "You hear that? I don't care! I don't care about any of it!" the roughness of his voice shocked his own hears, as he spun and began running down toward the flashes he'd seen earlier on the beach.
And away from his ex-girlfriend.
Ami Tanya Wilson
It was raining. The rain came from the heaven and hit her face and ran with her tears down her body. She was crying, and the salty water that ran in little rivers down her face was not alone, because it was raining. The rain, cold and wet as it was, made her feel secure.
But she could never be secure again.
Because she no longer belonged. Not with anyone. The cheerleaders that had accepted her, they had accepted her and she had belonged with them. But not anymore. Because as soon as Fiona and Sabrina left, she was an outcast again, the freak that loved God and listened to Christian music. The freak that sang in the choir, sang soprano, and sucked.
She was nothing but a freak. She had no identity.
Ami could remember, when she was little, how she had imagined that she could become a beautiful, wonderful princess and everyone would love her. With the Lord on her side, she could lead her country to victory again and again against all that was evil. As a young girl she had pretended and had loved to pretend, to pretend that she belonged.
And now she didn't anymore. She was, once again, alone.
But she would never be alone with God.
She looked at the road on her left, the black expanse that stretched to eternity of her vision. She saw only the rain. I'm alone, she thought, and sat down, on the edge of the road in the middle of nowhere. I'm completely alone. Ami put her knees down and started to cry.
The soft beeping of a horn made her look up. An old, battered black car was sitting in front of her, two men in the front seat. One rolled down his window, and said "Do you need a ride?"
"Sure." Standing, she realized her feet had gotten numb. The hurt and tingled as she made her way to the car and got in the backseat. One of the men, who had a long mustache and really long black hair turned to her and smiled.
"Hi. I'm Zoltan Edan, and this is my friend Rodney Adli" he gestured to the other man, Rodney, who's bald head shone except for a black tattoo right in its center, some Japanese character. She looked back and forth between them, then grinned.
"I'm Ami Wilson. I was wondering if you would mind taking me home?"
Eric Zelgadis Grey
The sand gave way beneath him, faster now that he was running. He stumbled, and kept up his face. All he could think about was the possibility of Mel waiting for him at the end of his run. He had never wanted to see anyone so much . . .his feet pounded on, hitting the sand almost painfully.
He was coming around the corner, and he could hear voices now. Mel's voice, one was Mel's voice, he was sure of it! And then he could see them, two-no three figures standing several yards in front of him, silhouetted against the sky, two tall and one small, childlike. One was undoubtedly Mel, he could see the flame red hair as it stuck out in all directions around her head. The other, a small kid, was standing at Mel's feet, and the other . . . his back was to Zel, but he was obviously male. A faint, gusting wind blew pieces of the their conversation to him.
"You bastard, trying to ruin someone else's life?"
"Miss Lina" here the wind changed direction and Zel missed the next few words "don't take your anger out on me. It's not my fault he hates you."
"What did you say?"
Zel stopped running, he could feel a strange crackling energy in the air, and it scared him. He couldn't bring himself to run further.
"What?"
"What did you say?"
"I said" the wind fluctuated again, blocking Xellos's voice. Wait.
Xellos? What the hell was Xellos doing there? Zel blinked against the sand blowing in his face. Mel's voice came with it, and in his blindness, he heard her.
"That's it. You're going down!"
Gabriel Michael Riev III
From where he stood on a bluff above the beach, Gab could see everything. He saw the girl, was she from his school?, scream at that Xander kid who had pissed Fiona off. Her mouth moved, and fire blazed in her eyes. Red eyes . . . .
Wind whipped her short red hair around her, blowing in front of her eyes and face, but failing to mask the anger evident on her entire body. Gab watched, fascinated, terrified as she turned toward the guy with purple hair, push the little kid away from her. A sudden calm overtook her face, a focus. A deadly focus.
Zack, who had been looking amused, changed as well. His became serious as he spoke to her, trying to reason with her, failing. The girl lifted her hands into the air.
Abruptly, Gab saw another figure, a guy, also watching the pair on the beach, transfixed. He couldn't make out his face, but his body was rigid with what? Fear? Anger? Gab couldn't see from his current position, but he knew that the guy, like himself, was scared of what the girl was about to do.
The wind, which had been carrying their voices away from him, altered itself, swinging around so that Gab could hear. He could remember the words, though he had never heard them before. The voice was sure, as if it had spoken many times, and power ran through it. The girl, it seemed, was confident.
Sabrina Grace Kyria
From her position, standing behind Gaby, Sabrina couldn't see much of anything. She could listen, though, listen to the voice that rang clearly above the sound of the surf. "Darkness Beyond Twilight, Crimson Beyond Blood that Flows, Buried in the Flow of Time is Where Your Power Grows. I pledge myself to conquer, all the foes that stand, against the mighty gift bestowed in my unworthy hand" she could see a pink glow surrounding Gaby, and suddenly everything went into slow motion.
Gaby stepped back. His foot hit her leg, they both fell down. The sand stung as it hit her, a cut on her leg opened, she was bleeding and her blood was a thick crimson on her pale leg. She looked up, and then she saw the car, and the figure running down towards them. A figure that looked familiar. Ami.
Then she looked back at the beach, and saw the girl, hair billowing around her, a glowing ball of red energy in her hand. And Sabrina knew that she was terrified.
"DRAGON SLAVE!!!!"
Melina Callie Rivers/Lina Inverse
She could feel a dark, crackling energy begging to surround her. Her hair stood on end and strange ripples of light flowed down her body. But she didn't think about that, she couldn't, all her mind was concentrated on the spell that she held in her hands. She felt her arms move down, and then felt the energy leave her, felt it rocket towards Xellos.
Only Xellos wasn't there anymore. Instead, Lina could see the form of Zelgadis. Her best friend. The kid who had been with her since before nursery school, her ally, the only person that meant anything to her anymore.
She retreated into her own mind.
It was dark and cool, and she could feel water trickling around her. In front of her, a screen showed the deadly red ball as it flowed toward Zel. And for a moment, she cared. But only a moment, and it passed. She was so tired, it hurt to much to do anything anymore.
Why change it. It was fate. The world hated her, she hated the world. There was no reason to keep going. She could stay here, here in her head, and she'd never have to do anything again. IT would be so . . peaceful . . she lay back, exhausted.
"Lina . . . . ."
The word echoed and drifted around the cave, if it was indeed a cave she was in, echoing and reforming, its dead monotone woke her from her sleep. The screen in front of her had frozen. Time had stopped.
"Lina . . . . ."
It was a different voice this time, a feminine voice, high and dull, and it echoed with the first, distorting her name. She sat up and looked around.
"Lina . . . . ."
The last voice was deeper than the first, more masculine. It terrified her, it sounded so sad and . . . and dead.
"What? Who are you? Where are you?" She spun around, frantically searching for them, because she knew them. She knew them and she loved them. Finally, she saw, coming at her from the side, three black people, their features and bodies hidden.
"Don't let us die, Lina . . . Lina . . ." The collective voice rumbled, and she saw more figures behind the first, many, many more. "Don't let us die . . ."
"Why would you die?" They were starting to fade.
"If you leave, we will have no reason to live . . Don't let us die . . Lina . . . Lina . . ."
She panicked. "NO!! Don't leave me!!! Don't!!! I don't want to be alone!!!"
Only one was left now, the tallest of the first three figures. He murmured, softly "Don't let me die, Lina, don't let me die. Don't let me die, Lina, don't let me die." Then he, too, faded away, and she was left in blackness.
"GOURRY!!!!!!!!!!!"
Zoltan Edan
The people he could see on the beach changed. The girl, who had been lying on the ground got up, frantically, looking terrified. Then the big, glowing ball of whatever it was started towards them. Towards the car in which he sat, where Rodney was.
Rodney. A soft smile graced Zol's face, as he thought of the man next to him. His best friend in the world, who had seen him through bad times and good, who had come away with him so that they could live together, away from Zol's too proper family. Rodney, who had taken such good care of him, and had finally agreed to go back to their childhood home so that Zol could be reconciled with his family. Rodney, his companion, his lover.
A red glow started to fill the car.
A life played before Zol's eyes. A life where he and Rodney were together, united under the master they served. A life where he was powerful, where they fought together, where they lived to cure the man that they both loved above anything. A life that ended, suddenly, when he was too careless and stupid to see what his actions would do. When he had gone up against the greatest dark lord that had ever lived, to save the master. When he had failed.
Zoltan turned, to see his Rodney looking at him, and he knew that he was not alone in remembering.
And then he took the other's hand.
And then he died.
A.N. Hmm . . the last of part one, except for the epilogue. I hope you like it. I wanted to put this note at the begging of the chapie instead of at the end, because I want all my wonderful readers out there to appreciate my wonderful end!!! Enjoy!!!!
I'm saying good bye to you now. Toodles.
Divine Firefly
Chapter Seven
Eric Zelgadis Grey
Zel felt the sand give way beneath his feet, making him lose his balance for a split second. Because it was wet, getting wetter by the minute, it didn't sink as much as it usually, and he didn't slide as much, but it was still disconcerting. He glanced up at the sky, watched as they heavens cried on him, felt as they hit his skin with a soft, plopping noise. Sighing, he hung his head again. The incident at the doctors office had left him jangled. He fought to escape the words that still rang in his ears, echoing, reverberating in his brain. Turning to stone . . stone . . turning to stone . . lower blood pressure . .skin seems to be going through a transformation . . it's thicker . . oilier . . if I didn't know better . . turning to stone . . to stone . . to stone. . .
"Turning to stone." The sand dissolved in his tears. He closed his eyes. This beach was disserted, but he was ashamed of his behavior. An image passed before his eyelids. The depiction that had been haunting his dreams for weeks, since Mel ran away. A man, young, Zel's height, Zel's bodyweight, hidden in the shadows. He stepped forward, and always Zel's dreams ended hear, with an extreme sense of horror.
But not now.
The man continued. Zel felt himself struggle to look away, to open his eyes, to escape this man and what he meant. He couldn't move. It was as if he were rooted to the spot, in his own mind, as if his conscious couldn't repel what his subconscious recognized as the truth.
His arms, swinging lightly by his sides, came first into view. They were blue. Zel's breath quickened, he felt himself start to sweat. Little bumps ran in ridges up his forearms, he could see them through the shirt the man was wearing. He stepped, and a foot, completely covered came into view. A cape swirled around his legs. His face, hooded, with only dark, purple- black hair and intelligent, calculating, eyes above a mask rather like a surgeons. The mask fell away into the blackness of Zel's mind. He could see now, the stones imbedded in the man's skin above his eyebrows, on his cheekbones. He could see the blue tint to the skin. He could see the light reflecting off of it. Dully, as if it was sinking through a thick cloth, a thought came to him.
This man is made of-
But the thought never finished. Zel opened his eyes, and in a moment dashed off in the direction of the voice he had just heard shriek. He knew the voice. It had been Mel's.
"YOU BASTARD!!!!!"
Valerie Michael Garth
"Bye Mom." Val kissed his mother lightly on the cheek. Chewing on her lower lip, she hugged him back, murmuring into his hair. He sighed and lost himself in her contact. This would probably going to be the last he saw of her for a long time. But his mother never gave into emotion much, and definitely never pushed her son close to crying. Her lips stopped moving on his head she pulled away. Before he knew it, his dad swooped in and crushed him in a burly hug.
"Bye, Dad." And at once, his father burst into loud, uncontrollable sobs.
"MY BABY IS LEAVING ME!!!!! WAH!!!!" He hugged Val closer.
"Dad, it's only for six months." Val managed to squeak, though his father was squeezing the breath from his lungs.
"WHAT WILL I DO WITHOUT YOU?????" The big man buried his head in Val's shoulder, loosing his ability to stand on his own.
Not a good thing.
Val almost toppled, his father was over twice his weight, and no amount of soccer, football, basketball, and wrestling training, could help Val support him. His mother rushed in to help, but the both staggered beneath the giant they were supporting. "Honey! Control yourself! People are beginning to stare!" his mother's voice, crisp, though laced with embarrassment, seemed to begin to cut through his Dad's mood.
"Yea, Dad, and it's only for a little while."
Wrong thing to say. Definitely the wrong thing to say.
"WAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! MY BABY'S GOING AWAY!!!!!!!!!!!!! WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhh" the sobs trailed off, and he began to hiccup slightly into his wife's shoulder. Val watched, relieved.
"Val, honey, why don't you get on your plane now?"
"Shouldn't I say goodbye to Dad, Mom?"
"No, I think he'll call you when he's more . . composed."
"Right." Val shuddered at the idea of having to go through the whole crying thing. Again. Sighing, and trying to avoid the questioning stares of the crowd, he picked up his carry-on bag and handed his ticket pass to the stewardess. She took it without a sound, gaping at his father.
He felt blood rush to his cheeks.
Sabrina Grace Kyria
The car speed seamlessly along the highway, it's wheels whirring softly in the rain. Sabrina watched as the water splattered across the windshield, watched as it ran in little rivers down her window. She leaned back into her seat, feeling the soft leather against her bare hands. So sleek, so smooth. It felt like she could slide away on this, slide away into eternity.
The radio was playing. It throbbed dully through the car, echoing pathetically in the silence. Sabrina tried to concentrate on it, tried to pay attention, but it was too hard. Her mind kept going back to the silence. The silence that, even with all the noise, seemed to envelope them.
She wanted, more than anything, to say something to break the silence. But her lips would not form the words, her tongue wouldn't shift in her mouth. The silence pressed down on her and she felt sick and she looked away from her window and saw them.
Gaby. Staring vacantly out at the road, his face plain, a childlike handsomeness shining through. Sabrina felt her heart skip a beat at the sight of him. He looked so good, his hair dancing in the wind around his wonderfully broad shoulders, that she almost reached out to him, almost snaked her mouth around to his ear and whispered 'I love you' so that only he could hear.
But she didn't. Gabriel Michael Riev was a god she was never going to have. Her eyes shifted away, to the young woman sitting next to him.
Fiona. Looking out her window at the rain, though Sabrina could tell she wasn't seeing it. Absentmindedly, Fi brushed a stray lock of golden hair behind her ear. Her face, devoid of its usual, bright smile, looked empty, as it looked back at her friend, reflected in the glass of the window. Fi looked blank, all the joy gone out of her.
In one fluid movement, Sabrina unbuckled her seatbelt, reached between them and turned up the radio.
Gabriel Michael Riev III
A pale hand sneaked to the controls of the radio. Gabriel Riev almost reached for it, thinking it had been Fiona's, but he saw that it wasn't. None of her bracelets dangled from the wrists, making their customary jingling sound. The nails weren't painted their usual vivid pink. No, this wasn't her hand. His hand paused above it, as it flicked the volume knob for the radio to half full. Then it disappeared into the back seat.
Sophia's, then. Or whatever her name was.
He sighed and looked out on the road, searching for something to concentrate on. Nothing. The highway stretched on in front of him forever, empty, with the beach on one side, and a petite, beautiful, blonde with a temper like a raging dragon on his other side.
Geeze, Gab thought, talk about being caught between a rock and a hard place.
He decided to look out on the ocean. And looked back at the road. And back at the ocean. And blinked. Blinked again. And again.
He heard a soft click as Sarah put her seatbelt back on.
He looked at the road. Empty. No place to go.
Slowly, as if of its own accord, the wheel spun, and the car pulled over.
"Gaby, what are you doing?" Fiona asked him, her voice worried. It was the first words she had said to him since she had told him, half and hour before.
"I thought we could go for a walk on the beach."
"A walk for the beach? What? In this weather? We're all going to turn into puddles." She said, avoiding his eyes, making a lame attempt at humor.
He didn't look at her, but got out of the car, dimly aware of Sally following him. He didn't care, though, he didn't care. "You hear that? I don't care! I don't care about any of it!" the roughness of his voice shocked his own hears, as he spun and began running down toward the flashes he'd seen earlier on the beach.
And away from his ex-girlfriend.
Ami Tanya Wilson
It was raining. The rain came from the heaven and hit her face and ran with her tears down her body. She was crying, and the salty water that ran in little rivers down her face was not alone, because it was raining. The rain, cold and wet as it was, made her feel secure.
But she could never be secure again.
Because she no longer belonged. Not with anyone. The cheerleaders that had accepted her, they had accepted her and she had belonged with them. But not anymore. Because as soon as Fiona and Sabrina left, she was an outcast again, the freak that loved God and listened to Christian music. The freak that sang in the choir, sang soprano, and sucked.
She was nothing but a freak. She had no identity.
Ami could remember, when she was little, how she had imagined that she could become a beautiful, wonderful princess and everyone would love her. With the Lord on her side, she could lead her country to victory again and again against all that was evil. As a young girl she had pretended and had loved to pretend, to pretend that she belonged.
And now she didn't anymore. She was, once again, alone.
But she would never be alone with God.
She looked at the road on her left, the black expanse that stretched to eternity of her vision. She saw only the rain. I'm alone, she thought, and sat down, on the edge of the road in the middle of nowhere. I'm completely alone. Ami put her knees down and started to cry.
The soft beeping of a horn made her look up. An old, battered black car was sitting in front of her, two men in the front seat. One rolled down his window, and said "Do you need a ride?"
"Sure." Standing, she realized her feet had gotten numb. The hurt and tingled as she made her way to the car and got in the backseat. One of the men, who had a long mustache and really long black hair turned to her and smiled.
"Hi. I'm Zoltan Edan, and this is my friend Rodney Adli" he gestured to the other man, Rodney, who's bald head shone except for a black tattoo right in its center, some Japanese character. She looked back and forth between them, then grinned.
"I'm Ami Wilson. I was wondering if you would mind taking me home?"
Eric Zelgadis Grey
The sand gave way beneath him, faster now that he was running. He stumbled, and kept up his face. All he could think about was the possibility of Mel waiting for him at the end of his run. He had never wanted to see anyone so much . . .his feet pounded on, hitting the sand almost painfully.
He was coming around the corner, and he could hear voices now. Mel's voice, one was Mel's voice, he was sure of it! And then he could see them, two-no three figures standing several yards in front of him, silhouetted against the sky, two tall and one small, childlike. One was undoubtedly Mel, he could see the flame red hair as it stuck out in all directions around her head. The other, a small kid, was standing at Mel's feet, and the other . . . his back was to Zel, but he was obviously male. A faint, gusting wind blew pieces of the their conversation to him.
"You bastard, trying to ruin someone else's life?"
"Miss Lina" here the wind changed direction and Zel missed the next few words "don't take your anger out on me. It's not my fault he hates you."
"What did you say?"
Zel stopped running, he could feel a strange crackling energy in the air, and it scared him. He couldn't bring himself to run further.
"What?"
"What did you say?"
"I said" the wind fluctuated again, blocking Xellos's voice. Wait.
Xellos? What the hell was Xellos doing there? Zel blinked against the sand blowing in his face. Mel's voice came with it, and in his blindness, he heard her.
"That's it. You're going down!"
Gabriel Michael Riev III
From where he stood on a bluff above the beach, Gab could see everything. He saw the girl, was she from his school?, scream at that Xander kid who had pissed Fiona off. Her mouth moved, and fire blazed in her eyes. Red eyes . . . .
Wind whipped her short red hair around her, blowing in front of her eyes and face, but failing to mask the anger evident on her entire body. Gab watched, fascinated, terrified as she turned toward the guy with purple hair, push the little kid away from her. A sudden calm overtook her face, a focus. A deadly focus.
Zack, who had been looking amused, changed as well. His became serious as he spoke to her, trying to reason with her, failing. The girl lifted her hands into the air.
Abruptly, Gab saw another figure, a guy, also watching the pair on the beach, transfixed. He couldn't make out his face, but his body was rigid with what? Fear? Anger? Gab couldn't see from his current position, but he knew that the guy, like himself, was scared of what the girl was about to do.
The wind, which had been carrying their voices away from him, altered itself, swinging around so that Gab could hear. He could remember the words, though he had never heard them before. The voice was sure, as if it had spoken many times, and power ran through it. The girl, it seemed, was confident.
Sabrina Grace Kyria
From her position, standing behind Gaby, Sabrina couldn't see much of anything. She could listen, though, listen to the voice that rang clearly above the sound of the surf. "Darkness Beyond Twilight, Crimson Beyond Blood that Flows, Buried in the Flow of Time is Where Your Power Grows. I pledge myself to conquer, all the foes that stand, against the mighty gift bestowed in my unworthy hand" she could see a pink glow surrounding Gaby, and suddenly everything went into slow motion.
Gaby stepped back. His foot hit her leg, they both fell down. The sand stung as it hit her, a cut on her leg opened, she was bleeding and her blood was a thick crimson on her pale leg. She looked up, and then she saw the car, and the figure running down towards them. A figure that looked familiar. Ami.
Then she looked back at the beach, and saw the girl, hair billowing around her, a glowing ball of red energy in her hand. And Sabrina knew that she was terrified.
"DRAGON SLAVE!!!!"
Melina Callie Rivers/Lina Inverse
She could feel a dark, crackling energy begging to surround her. Her hair stood on end and strange ripples of light flowed down her body. But she didn't think about that, she couldn't, all her mind was concentrated on the spell that she held in her hands. She felt her arms move down, and then felt the energy leave her, felt it rocket towards Xellos.
Only Xellos wasn't there anymore. Instead, Lina could see the form of Zelgadis. Her best friend. The kid who had been with her since before nursery school, her ally, the only person that meant anything to her anymore.
She retreated into her own mind.
It was dark and cool, and she could feel water trickling around her. In front of her, a screen showed the deadly red ball as it flowed toward Zel. And for a moment, she cared. But only a moment, and it passed. She was so tired, it hurt to much to do anything anymore.
Why change it. It was fate. The world hated her, she hated the world. There was no reason to keep going. She could stay here, here in her head, and she'd never have to do anything again. IT would be so . . peaceful . . she lay back, exhausted.
"Lina . . . . ."
The word echoed and drifted around the cave, if it was indeed a cave she was in, echoing and reforming, its dead monotone woke her from her sleep. The screen in front of her had frozen. Time had stopped.
"Lina . . . . ."
It was a different voice this time, a feminine voice, high and dull, and it echoed with the first, distorting her name. She sat up and looked around.
"Lina . . . . ."
The last voice was deeper than the first, more masculine. It terrified her, it sounded so sad and . . . and dead.
"What? Who are you? Where are you?" She spun around, frantically searching for them, because she knew them. She knew them and she loved them. Finally, she saw, coming at her from the side, three black people, their features and bodies hidden.
"Don't let us die, Lina . . . Lina . . ." The collective voice rumbled, and she saw more figures behind the first, many, many more. "Don't let us die . . ."
"Why would you die?" They were starting to fade.
"If you leave, we will have no reason to live . . Don't let us die . . Lina . . . Lina . . ."
She panicked. "NO!! Don't leave me!!! Don't!!! I don't want to be alone!!!"
Only one was left now, the tallest of the first three figures. He murmured, softly "Don't let me die, Lina, don't let me die. Don't let me die, Lina, don't let me die." Then he, too, faded away, and she was left in blackness.
"GOURRY!!!!!!!!!!!"
Zoltan Edan
The people he could see on the beach changed. The girl, who had been lying on the ground got up, frantically, looking terrified. Then the big, glowing ball of whatever it was started towards them. Towards the car in which he sat, where Rodney was.
Rodney. A soft smile graced Zol's face, as he thought of the man next to him. His best friend in the world, who had seen him through bad times and good, who had come away with him so that they could live together, away from Zol's too proper family. Rodney, who had taken such good care of him, and had finally agreed to go back to their childhood home so that Zol could be reconciled with his family. Rodney, his companion, his lover.
A red glow started to fill the car.
A life played before Zol's eyes. A life where he and Rodney were together, united under the master they served. A life where he was powerful, where they fought together, where they lived to cure the man that they both loved above anything. A life that ended, suddenly, when he was too careless and stupid to see what his actions would do. When he had gone up against the greatest dark lord that had ever lived, to save the master. When he had failed.
Zoltan turned, to see his Rodney looking at him, and he knew that he was not alone in remembering.
And then he took the other's hand.
And then he died.