Think I might finally be winding this down. And I know that this chapter
doesn't really seem relevant to the rest of the story and there are a few
reasons to that that I can think of off of the top of my head. One, I am
really bored this evening, two wanted to do something really visual with
Lita, and I know I am prolly gonna be putting her thought a lotta shit, and
I apologize to any Makoto/Lita fans (am one too is why I am using her.
weird, I know) and in another chapter or so this one might make a little
more sense, well, parts of it I guess. Either way, I am gonna shut up
before I annoy any y'all further.
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Two weeks passed without incident while the Elite became increasingly agitated as cabin fever clutched at them all the tighter.
Throwing a glass across the room Lita jumped to her feet. "That is it! I need OUT!" Not even allowing Setsuna to stop her she stormed out. Three stared at her blankly. Ray ignored the entire spectacle, remaining focused on her meditation and warmth of the hearth.
Pulling a jacket tighter around her shoulders she jogged down three flights of stairs and onto the night streets. The taste and smell of fresh night air was more refreshing than she could have dreamed. Everything was so much quieter than she had expected, but wasn't bothered in the least. At a nearby corner store she bought a pack of cigarettes before wandering too far. They had been shown around the town once before, so obviously she hardly remembered anything. Not like Lita cared all that much. She just needed a chance to let her mind cool.
Her eyes came back into consciousness as her feet lead her through an old graveyard. Stone monuments covered nearly every square inch of the grounds. With a heavy sigh she sought the darkness of a back corner, taking a seat between two graves and leaning against a slightly rusting fence. Digging into her jacket pocket she retrieved the half crushed pack, drawing a fresh stick. Too lazy to seek her lighter she instead used the remains of her last one to light the next. Holding the new cig in the corner of her mouth she examined the still slightly burning old remains, lightly trailing it along the back of her hand. Shortly tiring of the burn Lita ground out the butt on her tongue before spitting it out through the bars behind her.
Releasing a heavy, smoke laden breath her eyes rolled back and she allowed herself a few minutes to relax.
Feeling as though something or someone was watching her her left eye slowly cracked soon settling on a stately marble angle, its mouth open in silent herald, one hand across its chest the other reaching out to the dead so as to guide them effortlessly unto eternity. Void of emotion Lita stared at it.
Disgusted she snorted at the carving. "You do know Hell's real, duncha? It ain't down there though." She nodded to the ground at the statues feet. "It's right here." Lita roughly jabbed herself in the chest, but didn't flinch either way. "Yeah. You know what I'm talkin' 'bout." The smirk faded from her cheeks. "Or do ya? Not like you have ever seen it. You got the good life." She slipped back into silence, inhaling deeply, exhaling just the same, allowing the thick smoke to encase her features. A small breeze rustled through a few trees, making the shadows dance on the angels wings, giving it the ghostly appearance of flight. In the back of her mind Lita kept expecting rain clouds to form so that the stately marble figure may weep for all the lost and forgotten souls that she eternally looked over.
Shaking her head sharply to banish the thoughts Lita's eyes rooted onto her bent legs. "If you think I'm rotten then you don't know true violation." Her fists tightened between her knees as she forced herself to stop shaking. Numbly she chewed the tip of her tongue and butt of cigarette. Catching sight of her wrists Lita roughly tugged her sleeves to her palms, gripping the tattered cuffs with sharpened nails. A spider web of scars knotted themselves across her forearms. More to herself than the marble three feet from her boots she muttered "If I really am supposed to be a chosen warrior then why did I have to turn out like this? Hitler musta had a better childhood than me." Her eyes danced up again. "I'm not stupid, if that's what you're thinking. Stupid people don't remember all they've been through." Ugly hate filtered through her vision as she remembered the secret in her boot. Her hands finally steady she withdrew an aging dagger from its hiding place, fearlessly trailing its blade along her arm again, holding it just short of the pressure needed to break skin. "Prolly shoulda done this years ago. Why not? Not like anybody's gonna miss me." A thick crimson bead stained the cement between her feet. "Should just go ahead. Say 'Fuck all ya biznatches.' Might as well beat them to the punch ya know." Pausing her head snapped up her feet forcing her body to follow. Before she could even think the dagger had flown and chipped the angels flawless features. "Fucking Hell! Ya ain't getting me that easy! Yeah, you heard me! I'm goin when I wanna!" Disgusted with herself she viciously spit on the state, grinding out her half consumed cigarette in it's outstretched hand. "Fucking goodie goodie." Fuming Lita stormed out of the cemetery and back along the nearly vacant streets.
As if wrongly cued a dark cloud began to fill the horizon. Michiru and Ami were the first to notice the heavy moisture in the air. It was unsettling to all within the apartment. Soon all had taken notice of it. Within minutes thick, dark rain had begun to blanket the town. In silent agreement the six quickly powered up and sought the source of the dark vibes.
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Two weeks passed without incident while the Elite became increasingly agitated as cabin fever clutched at them all the tighter.
Throwing a glass across the room Lita jumped to her feet. "That is it! I need OUT!" Not even allowing Setsuna to stop her she stormed out. Three stared at her blankly. Ray ignored the entire spectacle, remaining focused on her meditation and warmth of the hearth.
Pulling a jacket tighter around her shoulders she jogged down three flights of stairs and onto the night streets. The taste and smell of fresh night air was more refreshing than she could have dreamed. Everything was so much quieter than she had expected, but wasn't bothered in the least. At a nearby corner store she bought a pack of cigarettes before wandering too far. They had been shown around the town once before, so obviously she hardly remembered anything. Not like Lita cared all that much. She just needed a chance to let her mind cool.
Her eyes came back into consciousness as her feet lead her through an old graveyard. Stone monuments covered nearly every square inch of the grounds. With a heavy sigh she sought the darkness of a back corner, taking a seat between two graves and leaning against a slightly rusting fence. Digging into her jacket pocket she retrieved the half crushed pack, drawing a fresh stick. Too lazy to seek her lighter she instead used the remains of her last one to light the next. Holding the new cig in the corner of her mouth she examined the still slightly burning old remains, lightly trailing it along the back of her hand. Shortly tiring of the burn Lita ground out the butt on her tongue before spitting it out through the bars behind her.
Releasing a heavy, smoke laden breath her eyes rolled back and she allowed herself a few minutes to relax.
Feeling as though something or someone was watching her her left eye slowly cracked soon settling on a stately marble angle, its mouth open in silent herald, one hand across its chest the other reaching out to the dead so as to guide them effortlessly unto eternity. Void of emotion Lita stared at it.
Disgusted she snorted at the carving. "You do know Hell's real, duncha? It ain't down there though." She nodded to the ground at the statues feet. "It's right here." Lita roughly jabbed herself in the chest, but didn't flinch either way. "Yeah. You know what I'm talkin' 'bout." The smirk faded from her cheeks. "Or do ya? Not like you have ever seen it. You got the good life." She slipped back into silence, inhaling deeply, exhaling just the same, allowing the thick smoke to encase her features. A small breeze rustled through a few trees, making the shadows dance on the angels wings, giving it the ghostly appearance of flight. In the back of her mind Lita kept expecting rain clouds to form so that the stately marble figure may weep for all the lost and forgotten souls that she eternally looked over.
Shaking her head sharply to banish the thoughts Lita's eyes rooted onto her bent legs. "If you think I'm rotten then you don't know true violation." Her fists tightened between her knees as she forced herself to stop shaking. Numbly she chewed the tip of her tongue and butt of cigarette. Catching sight of her wrists Lita roughly tugged her sleeves to her palms, gripping the tattered cuffs with sharpened nails. A spider web of scars knotted themselves across her forearms. More to herself than the marble three feet from her boots she muttered "If I really am supposed to be a chosen warrior then why did I have to turn out like this? Hitler musta had a better childhood than me." Her eyes danced up again. "I'm not stupid, if that's what you're thinking. Stupid people don't remember all they've been through." Ugly hate filtered through her vision as she remembered the secret in her boot. Her hands finally steady she withdrew an aging dagger from its hiding place, fearlessly trailing its blade along her arm again, holding it just short of the pressure needed to break skin. "Prolly shoulda done this years ago. Why not? Not like anybody's gonna miss me." A thick crimson bead stained the cement between her feet. "Should just go ahead. Say 'Fuck all ya biznatches.' Might as well beat them to the punch ya know." Pausing her head snapped up her feet forcing her body to follow. Before she could even think the dagger had flown and chipped the angels flawless features. "Fucking Hell! Ya ain't getting me that easy! Yeah, you heard me! I'm goin when I wanna!" Disgusted with herself she viciously spit on the state, grinding out her half consumed cigarette in it's outstretched hand. "Fucking goodie goodie." Fuming Lita stormed out of the cemetery and back along the nearly vacant streets.
As if wrongly cued a dark cloud began to fill the horizon. Michiru and Ami were the first to notice the heavy moisture in the air. It was unsettling to all within the apartment. Soon all had taken notice of it. Within minutes thick, dark rain had begun to blanket the town. In silent agreement the six quickly powered up and sought the source of the dark vibes.