The Part Of My Fiction You Love To Hate:
***THE AUTHOR'S NOTES***
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*sighs, yawns, then stretches* Well…it took me long enough to get this thing typed…and even plotted out completely…. I feel as though my head is detached from my body lately… damn stress with do it to you every time I tells ya… any-moose, I hope this chapter doesn't disappoint, I'm still getting the hang of the whole 'X-men Fanfiction' thangie, so please bear with me! *bows* Oh! By the way… my favorite song makes a début in this chapter ^_^ 'Silver and Cold' by the GREAT AFI! (HENCE THE CHAPTER'S TITLE!) *sighs and swoons over Davey Havok and Jade Puget* It's really a beautiful song… if you wanna listen to it, just head on over to afireinside.net and click on 'Music'. WATCH THE VIDEO TOO!!! AOI JADE COMANDS IT, DAMMNIT!
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Chapter Two
"Silver And Cold"
A church was such a foreign place to her... the only time she had ever been in one was at her Father's funeral.... It almost seemed wrong, if not disrespectful for her to be anywhere near a place like this....
'A demoness on holy ground.' She thought to herself, a twisted smirk etching over her lips as she pushed the large metal door open, the old hinges creaking. She quickly dismissed the idea of disrespect and looked around the corridors of the church. She wasn't there for some kind of spiritual awakening... she was just there to get out of the rain and away from the city streets.
Her hands trembled slightly, not from fear or from the cold.... it was merely a side affect of using her 'ability' on the drunk she had encountered. The numbness would set in soon.... all she needed was to rest for the night.
She dropped her backpack onto one of the pews and looked around slowly, taking in her surroundings. Her eyes shined an emerald color, almost like a cat's as faint light from the storm outside caught them. She looked absently at the altar, a statue of a woman holding a child staring down at her from it's place on the wall. She recognized the two as The Virgin Mary and Christ as a child....
'Strange...' she thought, '....such holy figures shouldn't be so eerie and foreboding...' She turned and slid down into the pew next to her backpack, picking it up in her lap and digging through it. She found her old walkman and a pair of semi-dead batteries, sighing as she slipped her headphones onto her ears. She listened as the music started and tipped her head back, closing her eyes.
~I... I came here by day... but I left in the darkness and found you.... found you on the way...~
The soft male voice sang through the crackling speakers of her walkman, "And now... it is silver and silent.... it is silver and cold...." She sang along softly, her voice fading with fatigue as she spoke, "...you in somber resplendence, I hold..."
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Kurt jumped at the sound of another's voice, sitting up on the mattress, his eyes flashing a neon yellow. 'Someone's here...' he thought as he swung his legs over the side of the bed and crept to the edge of the loft.
From there, he saw nothing out the ordinary..... but he still felt the presence of someone.... His long ears twitched slightly as he picked up another slight sound, then teleported to the entrance of the church.
The door was open.
His eyes narrowed as he looked around the room slowly, taking careful steps forward, following the light sound that was filling his head.
'A voice...' he thought absently, peering into the room where the alter was, 'Who would be here at this time of night....? Or better yet... here in general.'
He paused, seeing the shadowed form of a woman sitting at the pew before the alter.
Her head was tipped back as she sang along to the music that flowed from her headphones, completely oblivious to his presents . Her eyes were closed softly, and her long brown hair falling over the back of the pew like ribbons.
"As a rapturous voice escapes, I will tremble a prayer and I'll beg for forgiveness. Your sins into me, oh, my beautiful one…."
Her voice was low, light, but full of sorrow… almost haunting.
Kurt stood his ground for a few more moments, listening intently to this young girl's singing as he watched her from the shadows.
"Light… like the flutter of wings…. Feel your hallow voice rushing into me, and you're long in to sing. So I…. I will paint you in silver, I will wrap you in cold… I will lift up your voice as I sink…."
He felt chills rise on his flesh as she hit a high note, her voice echoing through the church.
As the song drew to a close, the girl opened her eyes slowly, staring up at the ceiling.
Kurt took a step forward, the floor creaking, making the girl jump, her eyes narrowing as she looked around the room.
"Okay… who's there?" She asked out loud, her voice echoing through the room. She heard a 'bamf', which made her jump again, and she took a few steps forward, peeking out the doorway. No one stood near the entrance.
She twitched her nose slightly, smelling smoke, or something similar. 'Brimstone?' she wondered, something near the ceiling catching her eye. She looked up to see light coming from the loft in the ceiling. 'Candles?' she thought, walking slowly over to the small make-shift ladder that lead up into the loft, her curiosity getting the better of her.
She carefully climbed up the ladder, pausing to look around at her surroundings, hearing vague noises and rushes of wind around her.
As she reached the top of the ladder, she peered into the loft, examining the area closely.
By the looks of it, someone was living there. There was a bed set up in the corner of the room, candles lined on the table beside it, adding sufficient light to see. Some clothing lay in a pile in the corner, some folded, some just thrown there. Random newspaper clippings were tacked to the wall, all about mutant sightings and things of that nature.
She climbed up and stood in the loft for a moment, frozen in place, feeling another swipe of wind gush by her, followed by another strange scent of smoke.
She looked up in time to see a blue smoke appear before her, a gasp escaping her as she lost her balance and started to fall backwards, over the loft's edge.
She felt a hand reach out and coil around her waist, catching her just before she fell completely. Her body shuddered and a thick German accented voice startled her.
"Careful. Eet's an awful fall from up 'ere."
***THE AUTHOR'S NOTES***
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*sighs, yawns, then stretches* Well…it took me long enough to get this thing typed…and even plotted out completely…. I feel as though my head is detached from my body lately… damn stress with do it to you every time I tells ya… any-moose, I hope this chapter doesn't disappoint, I'm still getting the hang of the whole 'X-men Fanfiction' thangie, so please bear with me! *bows* Oh! By the way… my favorite song makes a début in this chapter ^_^ 'Silver and Cold' by the GREAT AFI! (HENCE THE CHAPTER'S TITLE!) *sighs and swoons over Davey Havok and Jade Puget* It's really a beautiful song… if you wanna listen to it, just head on over to afireinside.net and click on 'Music'. WATCH THE VIDEO TOO!!! AOI JADE COMANDS IT, DAMMNIT!
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Chapter Two
"Silver And Cold"
A church was such a foreign place to her... the only time she had ever been in one was at her Father's funeral.... It almost seemed wrong, if not disrespectful for her to be anywhere near a place like this....
'A demoness on holy ground.' She thought to herself, a twisted smirk etching over her lips as she pushed the large metal door open, the old hinges creaking. She quickly dismissed the idea of disrespect and looked around the corridors of the church. She wasn't there for some kind of spiritual awakening... she was just there to get out of the rain and away from the city streets.
Her hands trembled slightly, not from fear or from the cold.... it was merely a side affect of using her 'ability' on the drunk she had encountered. The numbness would set in soon.... all she needed was to rest for the night.
She dropped her backpack onto one of the pews and looked around slowly, taking in her surroundings. Her eyes shined an emerald color, almost like a cat's as faint light from the storm outside caught them. She looked absently at the altar, a statue of a woman holding a child staring down at her from it's place on the wall. She recognized the two as The Virgin Mary and Christ as a child....
'Strange...' she thought, '....such holy figures shouldn't be so eerie and foreboding...' She turned and slid down into the pew next to her backpack, picking it up in her lap and digging through it. She found her old walkman and a pair of semi-dead batteries, sighing as she slipped her headphones onto her ears. She listened as the music started and tipped her head back, closing her eyes.
~I... I came here by day... but I left in the darkness and found you.... found you on the way...~
The soft male voice sang through the crackling speakers of her walkman, "And now... it is silver and silent.... it is silver and cold...." She sang along softly, her voice fading with fatigue as she spoke, "...you in somber resplendence, I hold..."
~*~
Kurt jumped at the sound of another's voice, sitting up on the mattress, his eyes flashing a neon yellow. 'Someone's here...' he thought as he swung his legs over the side of the bed and crept to the edge of the loft.
From there, he saw nothing out the ordinary..... but he still felt the presence of someone.... His long ears twitched slightly as he picked up another slight sound, then teleported to the entrance of the church.
The door was open.
His eyes narrowed as he looked around the room slowly, taking careful steps forward, following the light sound that was filling his head.
'A voice...' he thought absently, peering into the room where the alter was, 'Who would be here at this time of night....? Or better yet... here in general.'
He paused, seeing the shadowed form of a woman sitting at the pew before the alter.
Her head was tipped back as she sang along to the music that flowed from her headphones, completely oblivious to his presents . Her eyes were closed softly, and her long brown hair falling over the back of the pew like ribbons.
"As a rapturous voice escapes, I will tremble a prayer and I'll beg for forgiveness. Your sins into me, oh, my beautiful one…."
Her voice was low, light, but full of sorrow… almost haunting.
Kurt stood his ground for a few more moments, listening intently to this young girl's singing as he watched her from the shadows.
"Light… like the flutter of wings…. Feel your hallow voice rushing into me, and you're long in to sing. So I…. I will paint you in silver, I will wrap you in cold… I will lift up your voice as I sink…."
He felt chills rise on his flesh as she hit a high note, her voice echoing through the church.
As the song drew to a close, the girl opened her eyes slowly, staring up at the ceiling.
Kurt took a step forward, the floor creaking, making the girl jump, her eyes narrowing as she looked around the room.
"Okay… who's there?" She asked out loud, her voice echoing through the room. She heard a 'bamf', which made her jump again, and she took a few steps forward, peeking out the doorway. No one stood near the entrance.
She twitched her nose slightly, smelling smoke, or something similar. 'Brimstone?' she wondered, something near the ceiling catching her eye. She looked up to see light coming from the loft in the ceiling. 'Candles?' she thought, walking slowly over to the small make-shift ladder that lead up into the loft, her curiosity getting the better of her.
She carefully climbed up the ladder, pausing to look around at her surroundings, hearing vague noises and rushes of wind around her.
As she reached the top of the ladder, she peered into the loft, examining the area closely.
By the looks of it, someone was living there. There was a bed set up in the corner of the room, candles lined on the table beside it, adding sufficient light to see. Some clothing lay in a pile in the corner, some folded, some just thrown there. Random newspaper clippings were tacked to the wall, all about mutant sightings and things of that nature.
She climbed up and stood in the loft for a moment, frozen in place, feeling another swipe of wind gush by her, followed by another strange scent of smoke.
She looked up in time to see a blue smoke appear before her, a gasp escaping her as she lost her balance and started to fall backwards, over the loft's edge.
She felt a hand reach out and coil around her waist, catching her just before she fell completely. Her body shuddered and a thick German accented voice startled her.
"Careful. Eet's an awful fall from up 'ere."
