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point any fingers while screaming "fool! YOU HAVE NO RIGHTS TO
THE STORY YOU WRITE!" and then laugh at me while im a broken lump
on the floor crying my very soul apart. I also don't own any
reprenced that appear in this chapter form various movies, they
belong to their respective peoples.
Also I would like to thank my reviewers!
YueMichiruNaragisawaMiko- yeah I know I rushed things alittle but I just wanted to put it out.
Scary Vampiress- im glad you liked it! well heres the next chapter for yah!
Chapter 2- eternal screams
Oh the pain.the pain seemed to slowly drift into her mind. she heard that creature screech over and over.that little guy getting stabbed and the others trying to get to their friend. Still pain..oh the pain.it seemed to take over her very thoughts.. "where am i.." Chloe realized (that without opening her eyes) only because she felt soft silk sheets wrapped around her body.oh her aching body she remembered her broken and beaten body. "ooo" she moaned as she felt like a hedgehammer was slowly drilling apart her body.
That's about when she slowly began to open her eyes..well she would open both but one seemed to be glued closed.slowly she reached up and felt around her left eyes and noticed that it was covered in a light cloth.. 'oh' she thought lightly 'that's why..' she gazed around the room with her only good/open eye.
It was a good room, the floor were a nice polished stone and it was spotless but the walls were an off creamy color with shelves upon shelves of jars filled with mixtures with colored powders and liquid. 'am I in some kind of hospital?' she thought as she slowly turned her head and watched the door slowly open with a light squeak. In popped strider. "strider" she crocked as he gave a small smile and slowly walked over to her.
He sat by her side and slowly picked up her left arm and started to check all the bandages. He pointed to her badly bruised elbow and there was a questioning look on his but it quickly turned to disappointment when she turned away from him and muttered a sorrowfilled "strider" (remember only word she knows he will understands)
A tear silently ran down her cheek, "they did" she muttered in broken English but again he was confused at her words. "the normals.." she whispered again. "They used me" she paused as anger built up inside her as she began to remember how they tested on her, used her powers for their own use. "They raped me of my pride! Raped me of.of my life!" her voice was shrill by the end of that sort sentence by that second in time, chairs were rattling and tables were being forced into the air. The walls began to dent in as more tears ran down her cheeks. "They almost killed me!!" she screamed in pure agony as some of her cuts reopened.
Strider looked like he was about to panic. He slowly back towards the door and started to scream for someone and almost instantly a old man in gray robes appeared and swiftly walked over to her bed side. He placed a hand on her arm and began to talk. the words were strange, harsh yet they had a light flowy type of sound to them, slowly she began to calm down and the pressure -that seemed to make it hard to breath- began to disappear.
She didn't understand him and he looked alittle too much like magneto for her comfort. "Please don't hurt me" she whispered as she prayed for whatever higher being to strike her down. But who ever was listening. wasn't listening O_O slowly she began to push herself away from the old man, stider and a man who had just walked through the door. "Strider" her voice began to quiver and she held out her arms to him "I need a hug" she whispered as she made her self look totally pathetic and hurt.. which wasn't hard.
Slowly he walked over to her. Slowly she wrapped her arms around him and she pushed her face into his green shirt. 'Soft' she thought as she began to relax in his arms. He smelled of the forest and of wind and a manly smell that would have made him really hot but she just began to think of her brother.her brother smelled like him.was he ok? Was he even alive? Does he still hate her? 'Jason' she thought sadly as she tightened her hold on strider, she didn't even notice him talking to the old man.
'Sleep..' she thought as she closed her eyes and began to drift in a darkness that only sleep could bring. She didn't notice stride place her back on her bed or him brushing her hair out of her face., nor did she notice her bandaged getting changed.
It was late.she could tell, don't know how, maybe it was the feel of a cool night wind that breezed through the open window. Slow she opened her eye and saw the thin see through white curtain flutter in the light breeze. The moon light cast a eerie glow upon the stone floor and the off creamy walls seemed to become pale, ghostly even. The jars on the wall seemed to glisten with inhuman light as the moonlight was absorbed into their liquids.
Most of the color that reflected off reminded her of her brother, she remembered it was a sunny day and he was trying to teach her how to blow bubbles. The bubbles came alive in the sunlight, they sparkled with colors and life.her brother would laugh when hers popped. He would smile and wrap an arm around her and whisper "don't worry chlo, you blow to hard.don't try and make a bubble, just have fun." 'Does he still hate me' she thought as she remembered his face twist in hatred and loathing "mutie" he snarled as he pushed her towards the cops "it was people like you that hurt others" those words rang though her head 'people like you' she thought..
Some lyrics sprung into her head.it was her.she remembered her friend had written it in a letter when she committed suicide. That song fit and it hurt her but soon a soft melody filled the air..it wasn't perfect, hell she bet she sounded like she was strangling a cat but when those words came out she felt piece of her soul being beard.
You won't cry for my absence, I know -
You forgot me long ago.
Am I that unimportant...?
Am I so insignificant...?
Isn't something missing?
Isn't someone missing me?
Even though I'd be sacrificed,
You won't cry for me, not now.
Though I'd die to know you love me,
I'm all alone.
Isn't someone missing me?
And if I bleed, I'll bleed,
Knowing you don't care.
And if I sleep just to dream of you
And wake without you there,
Isn't something missing?
Isn't something...
A sob ripped out of her as she wrapped her arms around her. Right then and there the very air she breathe seemed to morn with her, the very sky seemed to weep with sadness, maybe some higher being really did feel for her.but who would miss one mutie out of so many. The moon was covered by thick, depressing clouds, the mystical feeling slowly disappeared and in its place were sadness, longing ,hatred and pain.deep pain and betrayal.
TBC
The song was sung and most likely made by Evanescence called "missing" very good song, cried very hard.I know its not very long but it will do for now: P
Also I would like to thank my reviewers!
YueMichiruNaragisawaMiko- yeah I know I rushed things alittle but I just wanted to put it out.
Scary Vampiress- im glad you liked it! well heres the next chapter for yah!
Chapter 2- eternal screams
Oh the pain.the pain seemed to slowly drift into her mind. she heard that creature screech over and over.that little guy getting stabbed and the others trying to get to their friend. Still pain..oh the pain.it seemed to take over her very thoughts.. "where am i.." Chloe realized (that without opening her eyes) only because she felt soft silk sheets wrapped around her body.oh her aching body she remembered her broken and beaten body. "ooo" she moaned as she felt like a hedgehammer was slowly drilling apart her body.
That's about when she slowly began to open her eyes..well she would open both but one seemed to be glued closed.slowly she reached up and felt around her left eyes and noticed that it was covered in a light cloth.. 'oh' she thought lightly 'that's why..' she gazed around the room with her only good/open eye.
It was a good room, the floor were a nice polished stone and it was spotless but the walls were an off creamy color with shelves upon shelves of jars filled with mixtures with colored powders and liquid. 'am I in some kind of hospital?' she thought as she slowly turned her head and watched the door slowly open with a light squeak. In popped strider. "strider" she crocked as he gave a small smile and slowly walked over to her.
He sat by her side and slowly picked up her left arm and started to check all the bandages. He pointed to her badly bruised elbow and there was a questioning look on his but it quickly turned to disappointment when she turned away from him and muttered a sorrowfilled "strider" (remember only word she knows he will understands)
A tear silently ran down her cheek, "they did" she muttered in broken English but again he was confused at her words. "the normals.." she whispered again. "They used me" she paused as anger built up inside her as she began to remember how they tested on her, used her powers for their own use. "They raped me of my pride! Raped me of.of my life!" her voice was shrill by the end of that sort sentence by that second in time, chairs were rattling and tables were being forced into the air. The walls began to dent in as more tears ran down her cheeks. "They almost killed me!!" she screamed in pure agony as some of her cuts reopened.
Strider looked like he was about to panic. He slowly back towards the door and started to scream for someone and almost instantly a old man in gray robes appeared and swiftly walked over to her bed side. He placed a hand on her arm and began to talk. the words were strange, harsh yet they had a light flowy type of sound to them, slowly she began to calm down and the pressure -that seemed to make it hard to breath- began to disappear.
She didn't understand him and he looked alittle too much like magneto for her comfort. "Please don't hurt me" she whispered as she prayed for whatever higher being to strike her down. But who ever was listening. wasn't listening O_O slowly she began to push herself away from the old man, stider and a man who had just walked through the door. "Strider" her voice began to quiver and she held out her arms to him "I need a hug" she whispered as she made her self look totally pathetic and hurt.. which wasn't hard.
Slowly he walked over to her. Slowly she wrapped her arms around him and she pushed her face into his green shirt. 'Soft' she thought as she began to relax in his arms. He smelled of the forest and of wind and a manly smell that would have made him really hot but she just began to think of her brother.her brother smelled like him.was he ok? Was he even alive? Does he still hate her? 'Jason' she thought sadly as she tightened her hold on strider, she didn't even notice him talking to the old man.
'Sleep..' she thought as she closed her eyes and began to drift in a darkness that only sleep could bring. She didn't notice stride place her back on her bed or him brushing her hair out of her face., nor did she notice her bandaged getting changed.
It was late.she could tell, don't know how, maybe it was the feel of a cool night wind that breezed through the open window. Slow she opened her eye and saw the thin see through white curtain flutter in the light breeze. The moon light cast a eerie glow upon the stone floor and the off creamy walls seemed to become pale, ghostly even. The jars on the wall seemed to glisten with inhuman light as the moonlight was absorbed into their liquids.
Most of the color that reflected off reminded her of her brother, she remembered it was a sunny day and he was trying to teach her how to blow bubbles. The bubbles came alive in the sunlight, they sparkled with colors and life.her brother would laugh when hers popped. He would smile and wrap an arm around her and whisper "don't worry chlo, you blow to hard.don't try and make a bubble, just have fun." 'Does he still hate me' she thought as she remembered his face twist in hatred and loathing "mutie" he snarled as he pushed her towards the cops "it was people like you that hurt others" those words rang though her head 'people like you' she thought..
Some lyrics sprung into her head.it was her.she remembered her friend had written it in a letter when she committed suicide. That song fit and it hurt her but soon a soft melody filled the air..it wasn't perfect, hell she bet she sounded like she was strangling a cat but when those words came out she felt piece of her soul being beard.
You won't cry for my absence, I know -
You forgot me long ago.
Am I that unimportant...?
Am I so insignificant...?
Isn't something missing?
Isn't someone missing me?
Even though I'd be sacrificed,
You won't cry for me, not now.
Though I'd die to know you love me,
I'm all alone.
Isn't someone missing me?
And if I bleed, I'll bleed,
Knowing you don't care.
And if I sleep just to dream of you
And wake without you there,
Isn't something missing?
Isn't something...
A sob ripped out of her as she wrapped her arms around her. Right then and there the very air she breathe seemed to morn with her, the very sky seemed to weep with sadness, maybe some higher being really did feel for her.but who would miss one mutie out of so many. The moon was covered by thick, depressing clouds, the mystical feeling slowly disappeared and in its place were sadness, longing ,hatred and pain.deep pain and betrayal.
TBC
The song was sung and most likely made by Evanescence called "missing" very good song, cried very hard.I know its not very long but it will do for now: P
