As you all know, this story was an adaptation of an RPG that I used
to own named Venus Glitter Crystal. When I had originally written the
first two chapters three years ago, I had wanted to follow the entire RPG
in its entirety. However, now that I have decided to finish this story
off, I realize that plot-wise my original plan just does not work the way
that I want it to. And so, this chapter is when the storyline very harshly
deviates from the original plot. Please read and review!
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Chapter Two
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An eyelid stained with golden paint fluttered, allowing a sickly crimson iris to stare out into the world. The eye blinked several times, and then the iris rolled up beneath the lid, quivering gently. A hushed silence fell across the room then; the only sound audible was that of the computers churning and a heart monitor pulsing. The silence continued to build in the room, and it quickly became thick enough to nearly slice with a knife.
A group of scientists stood huddled around a water-filled glass chamber, intently observing the contents therein. A very pale figure floated at eye level with the scientists, strapped down to the flat back of the chamber in various places. The figure seemed to resemble a deathly thin female. Her skin was so pale and taught that one could see the masses of veins and arteries thumping beneath it.
She violently lurched then, seeming to go into a seizure. The heart monitor roared to life, and the scientists started scrambling about to various stations around the large room.
"Quickly now, before it's over!" shouted the lead scientist, who stood at the head of the room, watching a very large and blank screen intently. He readjusted his tiny mirror-like spectacles, wiggling his bushy grey moustache. At the sound of his voice, the rest of the scientists seemed to throw it into high gear and cords were quickly connected, knobs turned, and dials spun.
The girl launched into another set of violent spasms, her tiny body pushing against its restraints. Her shoulder-length white hair floated freely, moving fluidly in reaction to her motions. Beneath her clear breathing mask, one could see her stained purple lips baring, and her teeth grinding themselves together. Her eyes fluttered, and her red eyes rolled back into their sockets yet again. The screen at the head of the room began to crackle, and a faintly snowy picture began to appear.
"I want a picture channel switch now! Clean that up, pronto!" the lead scientist yelled again. The picture began to track all over the screen, and a hideous hissing noise could be heard over the din of keyboard clacking. Multiple bands of color started blotching in and out, and the picture began to grow stronger.
"The time has come," sounded a strangely ethereal voice over the main loudspeaker. It was a female's voice. The lead scientist's eyes widened so much that they were visible around the metallic quality of his glasses.
"Are we recording?!" the scientist squeaked, looking as if he were ready to explode at a moment's notice.
It was then that the picture finally locked on, becoming crystal clear on the giant screen. It portrayed a strange shaky view of the planet Earth from outer space. The beautiful blue and green orb floated gently on a pattering of glittery stars. The entire room was so silent that a fly landing on someone's desk would have startled him. The picture glitched slightly, and then returned to normal.
"The end is near," the female voice came again, strong in its tone. "Beware of the great darkness. It is the end."
The picture flickered, and a strange black liquid began to trickle down the entire Earth, slowly covering it. There was a collection of gasps that went up around the room, but the lead scientist help up his hand for silence. He watched the screen intently, a bead of sweat trickling down the side of his face. The screen jumped, realigned itself, and then quickly faded into black and white. A strange string of images with muffled watery audio started flooding out, showing odd machines, explosions, and people dying.
It was then that the footage ended, leaving everyone in the room with a cold feeling inside. No one said a word, except the lead scientist.
"Get the president. NOW!"
The girl suddenly fell silent and still again. A small cloud of bubbles escaped from her breathing mask. Her ruby eyes stared blankly out into the room.
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Minako rolled over, moaning softly. The fleeting images of her dream still swam before her eyes, and she winced as a shooting pain ricocheted through her skull. She pressed her palm against her forehead, and brushed her golden bangs from her eyes.
"What was that?" she mumbled, her voice cracked and dry. Her mind kept jumping back to the images of the albino girl in the water tank, and she shivered. She shook her head, trying to gain her bearings. It was then that she noticed that she had been lying on a hard wooden table, and had nothing but a ragged white cloth draped over her body. She groaned as she moved, her muscles roaring with pain. She was glad that it was dark, wherever she was. She slid into a sitting position, and groped around in the dark for the edge of the table.
As she swung her feet over the end of the table and went to stand, she found that her legs crumpled under her. The white cloth fell on top of her, succeeding in confusing her worse. She flailed around, finding that her limbs didn't respond the way that she wanted them to. It felt as though her entire body was asleep, only she was minus the pins and needles sensation. She panted, feeling as though just this much exercise has winded her completely. Her tongue felt swollen in her mouth, and she seemed able only to emanate dry whines. She heard the sound of footsteps then, and seized up.
Suddenly she was enveloped in blinding light, and heard the sounds of yelling. Her eyes squinted shut, unable to handle the glare. She then felt rough hands on her arms, and she was lifted and carried somewhere. Her head was still swimming, and all she could do was mutter incoherently. Her breathing was shallow, and she felt painful tears spring to her eyes.
She was laid down again after some time, and she felt a sharp pricking sensation in her right arm. She rolled her head from side to side, staring at the blurry shapes that moved above her. She felt a cool and wet sensation on her forehead, and more cloth covering her body. A soft rhythmic beeping also started somewhere in the distance.
"Shh, it'll be alright," she heard a voice say to her. She mumbled something in assent, and then immediately dropped back into the darkness of slumber.
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Chapter Two
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An eyelid stained with golden paint fluttered, allowing a sickly crimson iris to stare out into the world. The eye blinked several times, and then the iris rolled up beneath the lid, quivering gently. A hushed silence fell across the room then; the only sound audible was that of the computers churning and a heart monitor pulsing. The silence continued to build in the room, and it quickly became thick enough to nearly slice with a knife.
A group of scientists stood huddled around a water-filled glass chamber, intently observing the contents therein. A very pale figure floated at eye level with the scientists, strapped down to the flat back of the chamber in various places. The figure seemed to resemble a deathly thin female. Her skin was so pale and taught that one could see the masses of veins and arteries thumping beneath it.
She violently lurched then, seeming to go into a seizure. The heart monitor roared to life, and the scientists started scrambling about to various stations around the large room.
"Quickly now, before it's over!" shouted the lead scientist, who stood at the head of the room, watching a very large and blank screen intently. He readjusted his tiny mirror-like spectacles, wiggling his bushy grey moustache. At the sound of his voice, the rest of the scientists seemed to throw it into high gear and cords were quickly connected, knobs turned, and dials spun.
The girl launched into another set of violent spasms, her tiny body pushing against its restraints. Her shoulder-length white hair floated freely, moving fluidly in reaction to her motions. Beneath her clear breathing mask, one could see her stained purple lips baring, and her teeth grinding themselves together. Her eyes fluttered, and her red eyes rolled back into their sockets yet again. The screen at the head of the room began to crackle, and a faintly snowy picture began to appear.
"I want a picture channel switch now! Clean that up, pronto!" the lead scientist yelled again. The picture began to track all over the screen, and a hideous hissing noise could be heard over the din of keyboard clacking. Multiple bands of color started blotching in and out, and the picture began to grow stronger.
"The time has come," sounded a strangely ethereal voice over the main loudspeaker. It was a female's voice. The lead scientist's eyes widened so much that they were visible around the metallic quality of his glasses.
"Are we recording?!" the scientist squeaked, looking as if he were ready to explode at a moment's notice.
It was then that the picture finally locked on, becoming crystal clear on the giant screen. It portrayed a strange shaky view of the planet Earth from outer space. The beautiful blue and green orb floated gently on a pattering of glittery stars. The entire room was so silent that a fly landing on someone's desk would have startled him. The picture glitched slightly, and then returned to normal.
"The end is near," the female voice came again, strong in its tone. "Beware of the great darkness. It is the end."
The picture flickered, and a strange black liquid began to trickle down the entire Earth, slowly covering it. There was a collection of gasps that went up around the room, but the lead scientist help up his hand for silence. He watched the screen intently, a bead of sweat trickling down the side of his face. The screen jumped, realigned itself, and then quickly faded into black and white. A strange string of images with muffled watery audio started flooding out, showing odd machines, explosions, and people dying.
It was then that the footage ended, leaving everyone in the room with a cold feeling inside. No one said a word, except the lead scientist.
"Get the president. NOW!"
The girl suddenly fell silent and still again. A small cloud of bubbles escaped from her breathing mask. Her ruby eyes stared blankly out into the room.
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Minako rolled over, moaning softly. The fleeting images of her dream still swam before her eyes, and she winced as a shooting pain ricocheted through her skull. She pressed her palm against her forehead, and brushed her golden bangs from her eyes.
"What was that?" she mumbled, her voice cracked and dry. Her mind kept jumping back to the images of the albino girl in the water tank, and she shivered. She shook her head, trying to gain her bearings. It was then that she noticed that she had been lying on a hard wooden table, and had nothing but a ragged white cloth draped over her body. She groaned as she moved, her muscles roaring with pain. She was glad that it was dark, wherever she was. She slid into a sitting position, and groped around in the dark for the edge of the table.
As she swung her feet over the end of the table and went to stand, she found that her legs crumpled under her. The white cloth fell on top of her, succeeding in confusing her worse. She flailed around, finding that her limbs didn't respond the way that she wanted them to. It felt as though her entire body was asleep, only she was minus the pins and needles sensation. She panted, feeling as though just this much exercise has winded her completely. Her tongue felt swollen in her mouth, and she seemed able only to emanate dry whines. She heard the sound of footsteps then, and seized up.
Suddenly she was enveloped in blinding light, and heard the sounds of yelling. Her eyes squinted shut, unable to handle the glare. She then felt rough hands on her arms, and she was lifted and carried somewhere. Her head was still swimming, and all she could do was mutter incoherently. Her breathing was shallow, and she felt painful tears spring to her eyes.
She was laid down again after some time, and she felt a sharp pricking sensation in her right arm. She rolled her head from side to side, staring at the blurry shapes that moved above her. She felt a cool and wet sensation on her forehead, and more cloth covering her body. A soft rhythmic beeping also started somewhere in the distance.
"Shh, it'll be alright," she heard a voice say to her. She mumbled something in assent, and then immediately dropped back into the darkness of slumber.
