Disclaimer-Lets get something straight
I do not own .hack//sign, I do not own .hack//sign, I do not own .hack//sign. If I did I wouldn't be writing horrible fics, I would be writing horrible episodes exactly like my fic! Yep, thats me! Flames are welcome(I'm going to get a lot of these!) and you can give me suggestions, nice comments, or you can write random letter keys to me if you want to! Well here we go.
Other Disclaimer- Keke and A11 are both made up characters in this fic. A20 talks about some kids in her class playing the game(like A1 and A5) so I made up an A11 ^-^! Thankies for reading!
Hate:
Pain, well virtual pain. It throbbed through Keke's body like fire. Worst of all she could remember everything, the memories hurt far more then the pain from her wounds. She walked through the dense forest and trees, staggering towards Chaos Gate. She limped, leaning against trees gloomily, feeling the rough bark against her skin. Feeling, seeing, smelling it all as though it was real, overwhelmed by all this Keke sat down on a fallen log, her head spinning, it was all too much. The whole game was sickening, it wasn't just that she needed healing badly, it was.. what had happened earlier. She hated every second of the game, hated the memories, hated the fact she couldn't tell anyone or do anything. Now she didn't know which was worse, her real life,or this fake one she was living.
A girl gated in, humming merrily to herself. The girl looked smaller then most players and seemed to be a wavemaster like herself, holding a silver staff. The girl stopped by the Keke and smiled, "Hello, do you need healing, my names A11. I only started a couple days ago, but I have a couple extra healing potions."
Keke opened her mouth to answer, but thought better of it, for all she knew this A11 person could tell the Crimson Knights about what she had done, she turned away from A11, hoping she would leave as soon as she realized she was being ignored.
"Come on, don't be shy! I'll heal you right now if you like, maybe we can form a party or something, you look new to this game also. It could be fun!" A11 smiled , unaware of the cold glare Keke was giving her in response. When A11 received no answer from the Keke, she reached out her hand to heal her anyway.
In Mac Anu:
A11 leaned against her staff, angrily looking into the clear water which swarmed with virtual fish. The injured player had denied her request to be healed by her, no the other player had done much more then deny it, the other player had attacked her! Well, at least she had gotten the girls member address. Now she could report the player called Keke to the Crimson Knights, that would show her.
In Snowfield:
Keke jumped onto a pile of fresh, crisp snow in Snowfield. Her first meeting with a player hadn't gone well. She had half killed the the other player called A11, but she didn't care, how could she trust that the other player wouldn't tell the Crimson Knights about her? They didn't know what she had done, but they would find out, they found out everything. She could feel the bitter cold blowing against her, making her shiver. "I won't get caught, I have to save him first," Keke lay back against the soft snow. Although it was below freezing in Snowfield, she liked still liked it, but bitterly hated the game.
To Be Continued(unless I get bored of writing)...
I know its short, but I have a very short intention span and... oh look a kitty! Anyways as I was saying, I promise the next chapter will be longer!(if I ever write the next chapter that is) Thanks for reading!
P.S. People who read my stories rock!
I do not own .hack//sign, I do not own .hack//sign, I do not own .hack//sign. If I did I wouldn't be writing horrible fics, I would be writing horrible episodes exactly like my fic! Yep, thats me! Flames are welcome(I'm going to get a lot of these!) and you can give me suggestions, nice comments, or you can write random letter keys to me if you want to! Well here we go.
Other Disclaimer- Keke and A11 are both made up characters in this fic. A20 talks about some kids in her class playing the game(like A1 and A5) so I made up an A11 ^-^! Thankies for reading!
Hate:
Pain, well virtual pain. It throbbed through Keke's body like fire. Worst of all she could remember everything, the memories hurt far more then the pain from her wounds. She walked through the dense forest and trees, staggering towards Chaos Gate. She limped, leaning against trees gloomily, feeling the rough bark against her skin. Feeling, seeing, smelling it all as though it was real, overwhelmed by all this Keke sat down on a fallen log, her head spinning, it was all too much. The whole game was sickening, it wasn't just that she needed healing badly, it was.. what had happened earlier. She hated every second of the game, hated the memories, hated the fact she couldn't tell anyone or do anything. Now she didn't know which was worse, her real life,or this fake one she was living.
A girl gated in, humming merrily to herself. The girl looked smaller then most players and seemed to be a wavemaster like herself, holding a silver staff. The girl stopped by the Keke and smiled, "Hello, do you need healing, my names A11. I only started a couple days ago, but I have a couple extra healing potions."
Keke opened her mouth to answer, but thought better of it, for all she knew this A11 person could tell the Crimson Knights about what she had done, she turned away from A11, hoping she would leave as soon as she realized she was being ignored.
"Come on, don't be shy! I'll heal you right now if you like, maybe we can form a party or something, you look new to this game also. It could be fun!" A11 smiled , unaware of the cold glare Keke was giving her in response. When A11 received no answer from the Keke, she reached out her hand to heal her anyway.
In Mac Anu:
A11 leaned against her staff, angrily looking into the clear water which swarmed with virtual fish. The injured player had denied her request to be healed by her, no the other player had done much more then deny it, the other player had attacked her! Well, at least she had gotten the girls member address. Now she could report the player called Keke to the Crimson Knights, that would show her.
In Snowfield:
Keke jumped onto a pile of fresh, crisp snow in Snowfield. Her first meeting with a player hadn't gone well. She had half killed the the other player called A11, but she didn't care, how could she trust that the other player wouldn't tell the Crimson Knights about her? They didn't know what she had done, but they would find out, they found out everything. She could feel the bitter cold blowing against her, making her shiver. "I won't get caught, I have to save him first," Keke lay back against the soft snow. Although it was below freezing in Snowfield, she liked still liked it, but bitterly hated the game.
To Be Continued(unless I get bored of writing)...
I know its short, but I have a very short intention span and... oh look a kitty! Anyways as I was saying, I promise the next chapter will be longer!(if I ever write the next chapter that is) Thanks for reading!
P.S. People who read my stories rock!