Chapter 5: So Many Changes
By Mad Meg Askevron
Well peeps, here you go another chapter. I'm still enjoying the bolt lock too. Dilly and me here are happy to present drum roll curtsy of Dilly Chapter 5!
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A whole different life Chapter 5
Meg stood in front of the mirror lacing her self into the uniform, her hair in a high ponytail to her waist. Her face was set in resignation. She looked at herself, she was striking, like a tall, dark creature, she was almost willing to say vampire. Her eyes turned cold, the uniform showed all her contours, if she was going to be stuck in this life, she was going to do it right. She spun around at the sound of a knock and she opened it. Sandy boy stood there grinning, at eye level with her. He motioned her to follow him. He led her all over the floating fortress, introducing her to whatever people they came across.
Their last stop was the common party hang out. There were several boys there; they all turned to look at her as she entered. Sandy Boy introduced her. Three of the guys came over and introduced themselves to her.
"Hello I'm Kenneth Ostmo. He was tall with dark hair and eyes.
"And I am Jared Ostmo, I'm Ken's older brother." The two could have been twins, with their dusky hawk like faces.
"Last but not least I am Otto Stevenson." He bowed his tangled curls brushing across his shoulders, Meg held in her surprise, 'but this is the guy from that Japanese store! But what's he doing here?' Meg bowed to them
"I am Margueriette Harris." They guys dragged her off to different groups of people, introducing her as Maggie.
Unknown to them, in a shadowy corner, Dilandau crouched holding a bottle of vague alcohol. He took a large gulp, and leaned back, wondering if he had the right idea of bringing the girl here as bait. But now as he looked, just maybe, just maybe this girl could become a dragon slayer.
Hitomi ran back to the castle, the red armor already vanishing from sight. She screamed for help, she literally ran into Van and Mamoru. Moru caught her, she was sobbing, and he had to shake her to get her to speak. Her face was blotchy and her eyes sparkled with the shine of tears. "He took her! He took her; she went with him to save me! She gave her life to save me! She got in the armour with him, even though she hates men, she sat on his lap! I could she her trembling, she went through it for me!" She gasped, and Moru knew he wouldn't get anything else from her, though he already knew who it was. "Meg..." He laid his check on the top of her head, unwilling to cry as he held her tightly about the waist. Van sat on the ground tightly holding his head, and Moru wonderingly saw a single tear trail down on his bronze toned check.
Moru sat holding his sister in his arms crying their silent pain together. That night as Mamoru turned in early, Hitomi knew what she had to do. 'It's my fault for get Meg in trouble, if I hadn't called Dilandau over, he wouldn't have thought to use me, if I had only known what he was...' Hitomi stood up; she knew what she needs to do. She marched into Meg and her room. She stepped into the bathroom; she opened a drawer that held a pair of scissors that Meg had happened to have in her backpack. Hitomi cut her hair crudely short and dyed it a dark, almost black, brown; she took out a pair of boy's shorts and shirt from this world. She put on some old and worn shoes on. She looked at herself, this just might work, all she need now was some daggers, and Meg had taught her how to use daggers. By the end of the night, Hitomi was already to the next village, she was dirty, but it fit the image she was trying to create. Hitomi had put quite a fortune (considering her new image) in her pocket, though it was all in small copper pieces so nobody would suspect. The chance she needed to get to be taken to the Vione had taken over a week. She slept in old, dingy, and rancid smelling alleys. She had learned to let herself to become skinner, and worked late at night to build muscles. She waited in several bars, hoping she might a catch a slayer drunk, she waited in the cold ally she had been sure to be seen sleeping in. Everyone knew her as the orphan boy by the name of Heero. She waited as the slayer with curly red hair stumbled into the ally. It took a few minutes to for him to realize Omi was there. "What are you doing boy? Looking for a fight?" the guy slurred and the other slayers, much less drunk, watched as the red head drew a sword. Omi backed into a corner, the whole scene was playing just as she had hopped. The red head lunged, but he never laid a finger on her. To the eyes of the other slayers, she hadn't moved, but when they looked to the body of their fellow slayer, they found a silver dagger poking up from his stomach with another resting in the hand of Omi. The red head lied in the mud and substance that Omi didn't want to think about. One of the other slayers turned to her, He was tall, tanned, with shoulder length, tangled brown hair, and he actually looked good with the tangles. "You, Boy, you will come with us." His voice was a carrying baritone, but sounded as if it could be kind. Omi made a show of being reluctant. She was tied and taken to the Vione.
Otto kneeled in front of Dilandau; Dilandau lay sprawled across a spiky, black throne. He held a crystal goblet filled with a rich, red liquid. He waved his left hand and a warrior came up with a tray to take the goblet. The warrior was Meg; she wore the black leggings, which showed her shapely legs. She wore a black and blue tunic; her hair was loose and flowing. She was looking straight ahead, her face without emotion. Dilandau looked at him and said imperiously. "What do you want, Stevenson?" Dilandau looked away uninterested, almost bored. He looked at the boy kneeling uncertainly beside him. The boy was dirty, his short, gleaming brown hair had clumps of mud in it, but there was one feature that stood him apart. He had beautiful eyes, three shades of green, around the pupil were a dark emerald, then a mystical forest green, then almost black green, and they all blended in perfect harmony. "I think that this boy would make a good slayer." Dilandau sat up straight and looked down. "Prove his skill." With the wave of a hard, callused hand, a large, straw dummy was carried into the room. Meg pinned a small square of paper on the face, the neck, the stomach and the groin. She slipped a sleek black box form a cabinet. She stood before the poor boy and pulled off the lid. In a flick all the blades were arrayed in his hands like a steel fan. With a blur of motion there were two daggers upon each slip of paper. Meg's brows drew together, that had been a trick she'd shown Hitomi. She carefully put away the daggers in the case as her Lord spoke. "He will do, set him, up. Dilandau dismissed them, but Meg wouldn't be able to leave until supper, and it was still noon. She stood in the shadows, ridged, waiting for the command she would need to carry out. He waved his hand and she came forward with the tray his goblet refilled. He smelled her sweet, earthy scent. She had strange contraptions upon her face that hid sharp, intelligent eyes. Dilandau was feeling fuzzy, and Meg's curves were enticing him. It was only noon, but what the hell. Dilandau set down his goblet and stood. "I am going to my rooms." He made it to the door and turned toward her in a casual gesture. "Oh, and you'll be joining me." He smiled, well sneered if you want to get technical. Meg took away his goblet as he left. She sighed heart brokenly. She took slow steppes to the quarters, she knocked and his muffled voice called out. "Come!" She pushed open the door. The room was all red and gold. The bed was big enough to fit two whole families; it had a burgundy velvet coverlet, which was all rumpled along with some creamy gold sheets. There were pillows all over the place with matching colors. The walls were flame colored the curtains the same velvet as the rest. The woodwork was of cherry wood, and beautifully done. It was of winding rose vines, with gold gilt petals. The floor was plush carpet the color of wine, and there were to giant wardrobes on either side of the room, the same style as the bed. Dilandau had stripped to a white under shirt and loose red pants with his armour and boots lying on the floor. "Take off the armour." She stripped to her white under shirt; it was long and buttoned up to the bottom of her chin, and tight black leggings. She slipped of her shoes and folded everything neatly out of habit. She walked over to sit on the bed to where he indicated. He smelled strongly of wine, and seemed barely awake. He'd managed to unbutton her shirt to just past her Gaea style bra, when he passed out. He'd fallen asleep with one arm around her waist, and the other on the back of her head, stands of hair curled around her fingers. She tried to get out once but he growled in his sleep and feared to wake him. She sighed and rested her cheek on his muscular chest. Unknowingly right on a huge white scar, her necklace right at the center.
Thank You! Finally the end of chapter five.
Review Pwwwwese! All flames will be used to cook my food. I hope you ppls enjoyed the wonderful stories burst out laughing I know, don't flatter my self. But what will happen next? Even I don't know, or maybe I do but no one else does...
Well peeps, here you go another chapter. I'm still enjoying the bolt lock too. Dilly and me here are happy to present drum roll curtsy of Dilly Chapter 5!
Disclaimer:
A whole different life Chapter 5
Meg stood in front of the mirror lacing her self into the uniform, her hair in a high ponytail to her waist. Her face was set in resignation. She looked at herself, she was striking, like a tall, dark creature, she was almost willing to say vampire. Her eyes turned cold, the uniform showed all her contours, if she was going to be stuck in this life, she was going to do it right. She spun around at the sound of a knock and she opened it. Sandy boy stood there grinning, at eye level with her. He motioned her to follow him. He led her all over the floating fortress, introducing her to whatever people they came across.
Their last stop was the common party hang out. There were several boys there; they all turned to look at her as she entered. Sandy Boy introduced her. Three of the guys came over and introduced themselves to her.
"Hello I'm Kenneth Ostmo. He was tall with dark hair and eyes.
"And I am Jared Ostmo, I'm Ken's older brother." The two could have been twins, with their dusky hawk like faces.
"Last but not least I am Otto Stevenson." He bowed his tangled curls brushing across his shoulders, Meg held in her surprise, 'but this is the guy from that Japanese store! But what's he doing here?' Meg bowed to them
"I am Margueriette Harris." They guys dragged her off to different groups of people, introducing her as Maggie.
Unknown to them, in a shadowy corner, Dilandau crouched holding a bottle of vague alcohol. He took a large gulp, and leaned back, wondering if he had the right idea of bringing the girl here as bait. But now as he looked, just maybe, just maybe this girl could become a dragon slayer.
Hitomi ran back to the castle, the red armor already vanishing from sight. She screamed for help, she literally ran into Van and Mamoru. Moru caught her, she was sobbing, and he had to shake her to get her to speak. Her face was blotchy and her eyes sparkled with the shine of tears. "He took her! He took her; she went with him to save me! She gave her life to save me! She got in the armour with him, even though she hates men, she sat on his lap! I could she her trembling, she went through it for me!" She gasped, and Moru knew he wouldn't get anything else from her, though he already knew who it was. "Meg..." He laid his check on the top of her head, unwilling to cry as he held her tightly about the waist. Van sat on the ground tightly holding his head, and Moru wonderingly saw a single tear trail down on his bronze toned check.
Moru sat holding his sister in his arms crying their silent pain together. That night as Mamoru turned in early, Hitomi knew what she had to do. 'It's my fault for get Meg in trouble, if I hadn't called Dilandau over, he wouldn't have thought to use me, if I had only known what he was...' Hitomi stood up; she knew what she needs to do. She marched into Meg and her room. She stepped into the bathroom; she opened a drawer that held a pair of scissors that Meg had happened to have in her backpack. Hitomi cut her hair crudely short and dyed it a dark, almost black, brown; she took out a pair of boy's shorts and shirt from this world. She put on some old and worn shoes on. She looked at herself, this just might work, all she need now was some daggers, and Meg had taught her how to use daggers. By the end of the night, Hitomi was already to the next village, she was dirty, but it fit the image she was trying to create. Hitomi had put quite a fortune (considering her new image) in her pocket, though it was all in small copper pieces so nobody would suspect. The chance she needed to get to be taken to the Vione had taken over a week. She slept in old, dingy, and rancid smelling alleys. She had learned to let herself to become skinner, and worked late at night to build muscles. She waited in several bars, hoping she might a catch a slayer drunk, she waited in the cold ally she had been sure to be seen sleeping in. Everyone knew her as the orphan boy by the name of Heero. She waited as the slayer with curly red hair stumbled into the ally. It took a few minutes to for him to realize Omi was there. "What are you doing boy? Looking for a fight?" the guy slurred and the other slayers, much less drunk, watched as the red head drew a sword. Omi backed into a corner, the whole scene was playing just as she had hopped. The red head lunged, but he never laid a finger on her. To the eyes of the other slayers, she hadn't moved, but when they looked to the body of their fellow slayer, they found a silver dagger poking up from his stomach with another resting in the hand of Omi. The red head lied in the mud and substance that Omi didn't want to think about. One of the other slayers turned to her, He was tall, tanned, with shoulder length, tangled brown hair, and he actually looked good with the tangles. "You, Boy, you will come with us." His voice was a carrying baritone, but sounded as if it could be kind. Omi made a show of being reluctant. She was tied and taken to the Vione.
Otto kneeled in front of Dilandau; Dilandau lay sprawled across a spiky, black throne. He held a crystal goblet filled with a rich, red liquid. He waved his left hand and a warrior came up with a tray to take the goblet. The warrior was Meg; she wore the black leggings, which showed her shapely legs. She wore a black and blue tunic; her hair was loose and flowing. She was looking straight ahead, her face without emotion. Dilandau looked at him and said imperiously. "What do you want, Stevenson?" Dilandau looked away uninterested, almost bored. He looked at the boy kneeling uncertainly beside him. The boy was dirty, his short, gleaming brown hair had clumps of mud in it, but there was one feature that stood him apart. He had beautiful eyes, three shades of green, around the pupil were a dark emerald, then a mystical forest green, then almost black green, and they all blended in perfect harmony. "I think that this boy would make a good slayer." Dilandau sat up straight and looked down. "Prove his skill." With the wave of a hard, callused hand, a large, straw dummy was carried into the room. Meg pinned a small square of paper on the face, the neck, the stomach and the groin. She slipped a sleek black box form a cabinet. She stood before the poor boy and pulled off the lid. In a flick all the blades were arrayed in his hands like a steel fan. With a blur of motion there were two daggers upon each slip of paper. Meg's brows drew together, that had been a trick she'd shown Hitomi. She carefully put away the daggers in the case as her Lord spoke. "He will do, set him, up. Dilandau dismissed them, but Meg wouldn't be able to leave until supper, and it was still noon. She stood in the shadows, ridged, waiting for the command she would need to carry out. He waved his hand and she came forward with the tray his goblet refilled. He smelled her sweet, earthy scent. She had strange contraptions upon her face that hid sharp, intelligent eyes. Dilandau was feeling fuzzy, and Meg's curves were enticing him. It was only noon, but what the hell. Dilandau set down his goblet and stood. "I am going to my rooms." He made it to the door and turned toward her in a casual gesture. "Oh, and you'll be joining me." He smiled, well sneered if you want to get technical. Meg took away his goblet as he left. She sighed heart brokenly. She took slow steppes to the quarters, she knocked and his muffled voice called out. "Come!" She pushed open the door. The room was all red and gold. The bed was big enough to fit two whole families; it had a burgundy velvet coverlet, which was all rumpled along with some creamy gold sheets. There were pillows all over the place with matching colors. The walls were flame colored the curtains the same velvet as the rest. The woodwork was of cherry wood, and beautifully done. It was of winding rose vines, with gold gilt petals. The floor was plush carpet the color of wine, and there were to giant wardrobes on either side of the room, the same style as the bed. Dilandau had stripped to a white under shirt and loose red pants with his armour and boots lying on the floor. "Take off the armour." She stripped to her white under shirt; it was long and buttoned up to the bottom of her chin, and tight black leggings. She slipped of her shoes and folded everything neatly out of habit. She walked over to sit on the bed to where he indicated. He smelled strongly of wine, and seemed barely awake. He'd managed to unbutton her shirt to just past her Gaea style bra, when he passed out. He'd fallen asleep with one arm around her waist, and the other on the back of her head, stands of hair curled around her fingers. She tried to get out once but he growled in his sleep and feared to wake him. She sighed and rested her cheek on his muscular chest. Unknowingly right on a huge white scar, her necklace right at the center.
Thank You! Finally the end of chapter five.
Review Pwwwwese! All flames will be used to cook my food. I hope you ppls enjoyed the wonderful stories burst out laughing I know, don't flatter my self. But what will happen next? Even I don't know, or maybe I do but no one else does...