A/N: HI!!!!!!!! I am so sorry I took sooo long to post, but I lost my connection and suffered severe writer's block. . . ArRgH!!!! Welpz, here is to hoping you enjoy this chappie
(BTW, my bday was last week! YAY!) !!!!!!!!!!!!! ON WITH THE STUFF!
Disclaimer: I. Do. -=whisper{not}whisper=- Own. DB/Z/GT.
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Chapter 8 A Hallow Blur
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It happened all too fast.
Gohan and Bideru were in their room, waiting for any sign that Pan was safe.
They got their sign.
At exactly 5 seconds before 1:00, Gohan felt his wife get cold. He released her from his arms and turned her around so they could face each other.
She had stopped.
Stopped, like a clock stops ticking or a bird stops singing.
All the colour in her face had been drained and her eyes had a kind of glazed look to them. They looked even more like glass and her even paler complexion heightened her resemblance to a doll. Gohan stared, shocked. She was not looking anymore. She was just staring, and Gohan could tell that she saw nothing. She looked hallow, like she had been emptied of all emotion and thought. Slowly, he rose his hand and pressed it to her cheek.
"Bideru. . . " he whispered.
She did not reply.
His eyes darted out the window, staring at the crescent moon.
He saw a small sillohuete, and then it disappeared.
He knew, in that instant, in that exact moment, right when the chime of the town bell rang.
She was gone.
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Trunks stood atop a tree top, squinting around to get a good look at the night. His gaze slowly turned to the city, facing the moon.
Its shape was perfect- curved gently and radiant against the dark night sky.
But something was different. . .
There was a small rift in the curve, right where the clock tower met the sky.
A person.
Trunks jumped to another tree to get a better view.
"It is probably some worker. . . " he murmured, looking hard into the darkness.
All at once, a chain of events occurred;
The shadow disappeared.
Trunks felt a sharp pain in his chest.
A series of images flooded before his eyes.
He began to lose his breath.
The chime of the clock tower rang throughout the night air, pounding in his ears.
He clutched his chest, his vision blurred, his palms sweaty. He gasped for air and stumbled off the delicate point of the tree. Falling to the ground he closed his eyes and let the images reply themselves over and over, the ring of the bell wreaking havoc to his mind like a hurricane to a town.
All the pictures, flashbacks, popping up suddenly and fading away as quickly as they came, it was like there was a video playing inside his mind on fast forward. "N-nani. . . ?" he gasped. He recognized the images- or at least tried to. A girl with a black kimono, hair even darker. . . A cut sleeve, a long scrape, blood. . . a decapitated doll. . . a crying figure in the rain. . . All the while he saw this a singsong voice echoed in the background.
Trunks die. . . Trunks die. . . Trunks die. . .
With the bell, the voice got louder and louder until it got to the point where Trunks thought he would go mad.
And then he hit the ground.
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A/N: SoRrIe This is so short. . . I am saving the rest for the next chapter. . .
MEEP Yea, and I also have like, 5 other stories. . . MEEP!!!!!!
Review before I call in that long awaited favour I have with the monkeys!
And I was gonna use that favour to get the hamsters too. . . SO REVIEW!
=3
Ciao, ja ne
THe Amazing Sponge
(BTW, my bday was last week! YAY!) !!!!!!!!!!!!! ON WITH THE STUFF!
Disclaimer: I. Do. -=whisper{not}whisper=- Own. DB/Z/GT.
¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤
Chapter 8 A Hallow Blur
¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤
It happened all too fast.
Gohan and Bideru were in their room, waiting for any sign that Pan was safe.
They got their sign.
At exactly 5 seconds before 1:00, Gohan felt his wife get cold. He released her from his arms and turned her around so they could face each other.
She had stopped.
Stopped, like a clock stops ticking or a bird stops singing.
All the colour in her face had been drained and her eyes had a kind of glazed look to them. They looked even more like glass and her even paler complexion heightened her resemblance to a doll. Gohan stared, shocked. She was not looking anymore. She was just staring, and Gohan could tell that she saw nothing. She looked hallow, like she had been emptied of all emotion and thought. Slowly, he rose his hand and pressed it to her cheek.
"Bideru. . . " he whispered.
She did not reply.
His eyes darted out the window, staring at the crescent moon.
He saw a small sillohuete, and then it disappeared.
He knew, in that instant, in that exact moment, right when the chime of the town bell rang.
She was gone.
= = = = = = = = = = = = = =
Trunks stood atop a tree top, squinting around to get a good look at the night. His gaze slowly turned to the city, facing the moon.
Its shape was perfect- curved gently and radiant against the dark night sky.
But something was different. . .
There was a small rift in the curve, right where the clock tower met the sky.
A person.
Trunks jumped to another tree to get a better view.
"It is probably some worker. . . " he murmured, looking hard into the darkness.
All at once, a chain of events occurred;
The shadow disappeared.
Trunks felt a sharp pain in his chest.
A series of images flooded before his eyes.
He began to lose his breath.
The chime of the clock tower rang throughout the night air, pounding in his ears.
He clutched his chest, his vision blurred, his palms sweaty. He gasped for air and stumbled off the delicate point of the tree. Falling to the ground he closed his eyes and let the images reply themselves over and over, the ring of the bell wreaking havoc to his mind like a hurricane to a town.
All the pictures, flashbacks, popping up suddenly and fading away as quickly as they came, it was like there was a video playing inside his mind on fast forward. "N-nani. . . ?" he gasped. He recognized the images- or at least tried to. A girl with a black kimono, hair even darker. . . A cut sleeve, a long scrape, blood. . . a decapitated doll. . . a crying figure in the rain. . . All the while he saw this a singsong voice echoed in the background.
Trunks die. . . Trunks die. . . Trunks die. . .
With the bell, the voice got louder and louder until it got to the point where Trunks thought he would go mad.
And then he hit the ground.
¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤
A/N: SoRrIe This is so short. . . I am saving the rest for the next chapter. . .
MEEP Yea, and I also have like, 5 other stories. . . MEEP!!!!!!
Review before I call in that long awaited favour I have with the monkeys!
And I was gonna use that favour to get the hamsters too. . . SO REVIEW!
=3
Ciao, ja ne
THe Amazing Sponge
