Black Wings
Chapter One
Disclaimer: fine! FINE! I do NOT own Van or any other Escaflowne characters! There! Now u can't sue me! BUT! Alex is strictly MINE!!!!!!!!!!
Did I take a long time 2 update? Hope not. Why is no one reviewing? Except Kim (lol) thankx! *waves 2 Kim* Please review! I will take anything!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I was bored. My mind drifts to remembering, a task easily performed these days as I have little else to do.
Funny, really; considering my situation: My cheeks were bruised and stinging, my stomach rumbled with passionate hunger, my body ached especially where Dilandau-sama had kicked me yesterday, I knew that Dilandau-sama would bring me to that idiot Dornkirk today, I was trapped- locked, actually-in a small dark room with barely any meals living in constant fear, and I still had the chagrin to be bored.
Unavoidable, really. Thinking about my present was too depressing for words. I was afraid to think about what may be left of my future. I also had too many bad memories from past. The less thought, the better. With me, in my backpack are only six small items: a circular hand-mirror with a black handle, a black note book (my treasure because the pages in the front are lined for writing but the other half in the back are blank for drawing) a black writing kit containing only black materials, a pair of black jeans, a black T-shirt and a black cosmetic box with mostly black makeup. I really liked the colour black. I matched my mood: Dark.
I only have these scant items because of Folken-san, he allowed me to keep them. Since he speaks directly with that idiot Dornkirk Dilandau-sama won't disobey him directly. I am grateful for this.
I lightly touch the pale, smooth surface of the mirror. I do not bother to look at my reflection. I already know what I will see and do not wish to see it: a pale, thin girl around 15 years old with mattered hair wearing a torn, bloodstained brown school uniform with a ridiculous small bow at the top. My hair falls across my face and I push it out of my eyes, wincing.
People-the other students at my school mostly-have often asked me why I don't dye my hair black if I like the colour so much. I usually answer snappishly: "I'm not a fucking Goth, ok! Also, I won't pretend to be a fucking vampire! It stays brown! Okay?!" they back down. I do not give them my true reasons: My brother had hair like mine so this is how I honour him. I had dreams once; become a horror writer maybe, or a teacher. He encouraged me. But when my brother died, all of my dreams and hopes for the future died with him; until I had met Hitomi.
I feel the hot sting of tears in my eyes. Wiping them fiercely away, I pull out my notebook. I refuse to think about Matt, my saintly brother. He is gone now, I must forget him. But I can't and when I think of him all it brings is pain. When I was signed to see a psychologist she told me I must remember my brother and all the good times and the pain would leave. She's wrong. Only Hitomi understands, she does not try to 'fix' me, she only listens.
I open my notebook quickly, scanning for my last picture. It is of Hitomi. I smile thinly; she was one of my last sources of joy. She'd stuck by me through everything. All my depressing talk, for one; others hadn't, but Hitomi was different. She was special.
In my drawing she is running at the track. The dust kicks up under her feet as she runs, one foot in midair, ready to land. Her short hair flew backwards, shining brightly. Huge eyes stared ahead determinedly. Her face is flushed and her clothes stick to her sweaty, shapely frame. Her pendant dangles in the wind. I study it. In reality, it is so beautiful, so red, so-
Red like blood.
Blood lies everywhere in a hazy background. Someone I don't know, a young man perhaps around 18 to 23 with long golden hair lies dead, his angelic like face partially covered with blood stained hair. Fabric burns, I realize I am in a castle.
The scene changes to a sleazy alleyway. I remember it. The alley is dark and deserted with blood stained everywhere and garbage overturned. I feel my arms tingle. This is all so familiar, I remember this happening; I lived through it once.
Then I see my brother. He lies in a pool of his own blood. Brown hair with reddish highlights is deep red with slowly dripping blood. His head slumps forward, his clothes deeply stained. They are deeply torn and I see the blood slide over everything. I smell it deep in the air.
"Matt!" I scream, my voice, shill and heartbroken; cuts through the thick air. I know I am not screaming with my physical body. What screams is my heart, my mind, my soul.
A hooded figure with black wings stands near him. He watches me silently, I somehow know he is the reason I am seeing all this. Again.
"Who are you?" I scream hysterically at him, "Why are you making me see these things? Tell me!" Oh, God; I'd lived through this once nine years ago. I can't take living this again!
With a strangled gasp I jerk upwards. The vision shatters as I toss the notebook away. It skitters across the floor and lies on some poem I wrote.
Gasping, shaking, I tremble on the cot; sweating heavily. Forcing myself to take deep breaths I calm myself down and go to pick up my notebook.
I scan the page quickly. I remembered it; I had written it a week before Matt's death.
'Sunshine in my darkest hour,
A field of flowers grants me power,
A pillar of light into my soul,
Washing away all things dark and fowl
A petal from a rose in full bloom at winter placed on my heart
A song from which I'll never part
I love you; bring brother, you mean the entire world to me
With you I can do anything I want for eternity.
Thank you.'
By now I was crying. I remembered each word so perfectly. But it was what my brother had written across the bottom that tore at my heart: Love you, little sister. Keep on reaching for your goals, one day you'll reach them. And all that time, I'll be here right beside you. I stared at the rapidly blurring words. A few drops of tears spilt on to my hand. Bitterly, I allowed myself to cry. I seem to do a lot of that recently. Closing the notebook gently, I shut my eyes tightly. My brother's face fills my mind and I push it out cruelly.
A new male face takes his place. The boy that was rescued three days ago; the raven haired teenager with those gentle red eyes that had given Dilandau-sama his scar.
Van Fanal.
His black hair falls over one eye; his either eye stared at me enchantingly. I had a sudden irrationally desire to stroke his face. To kiss his lips, his neck, to run my fingers through his thick hair. His hands wrapped around my slim-okay lets be honest-skinny waist. His soft, warm breath in my ear, whispering to me-
Stop! I told myself firmly.
I heard footsteps, loud and purposeful coming towards my room. Dilandau- sama.
Quickly, I put my things under the blanket, ruffling it to make it look natural. I hear the lock open and compose myself. My face becomes blank, my body still. My hands lay clenched at my sides; I try to ignore the bubble of power growing inside me. The visions come fairly often, and stop when they please.
The door opens.
Dilandau-sama walks in, on his face a cruel sneer leers at me. His red eyes seemed to glow. That guy is insane, I think, when God made him he forgot to tighten the screws, but; funny though; Dilandau-sama never felt purely there, like he was an accident being born or something but different.
As I stare at him, chiding myself for such a stupid theory an image of a little girl with flowing blond hair. The girl is so little, so innocent looking, she looks around 5. She runs happily in a field of flowers, I see her being chased by a tall blond-haired boy. He looks like the dead man in my vision, only about 10 years younger. They are playing a game, I realize, as I see her laugh, the blond haired boy is most likely her brother.
.. The scene changes; the field of flowers are gone, now I see a dark place, and the huddling form of the small girl. Now she's scared, she-
I blinked in surprise and tried to clear my vision. A good idea, it turned out that he has just grabbed my arm, dragging me off the cot and out the room. I wince in pain.
While he drags me out, I shut off my physical senses focusing subconsciously on where my foot should go. I think of Hitomi and that little girl. Van fills my mind and I think of the little girl that I'll call her Selena for lack of anything better. Somehow the name feels right.
I see a picture of a particularly insane looking Dilandau-sama. Had he killed that girl? I seethe with anger. Someday, I don't know how or when, I'll make him pay for all the pain he's caused.
My thoughts drift to Hitomi. I miss her so badly; I want to see her again. Want to see her laugh and smile at me, and chide me for being late to school or sleeping through my classes. I concentrate.
Remember that silky hair, her green eyes and how they looked when they saw Amano. Remember the long practices together, that pendant always moving with the clock, never missing a second, remember.
My powers take over, I see her in my mind's eye. She's on some sort of flying ship and looks sad. My heart goes out to her, I want to stop her pain; but I know that no matter how much I may want to, her pain won't end until she's back on Earth. She plays a bit with her pendant and leaves it on the dresser. I can't hear anything but I get the feeling of a voice calling her.
I reach for the pendant; clench it in my hand, hiding it. If only I could somehow bring it with me, Hitomi could be found so much more easily.
I start to get dizzy, and my palm feels warm.
I am back with Dilandau-sama. I feel the pendant in my palm. No way, this can't be real, can it? If I can do this randomly, if I can control; my powers, move my physical self along with my mental self.
I secure my grip on the pendant, a plan forming in my mind.
So, do u guys like it? Is anyone reviewing? Feel free to give me ideas, I have plenty but want 2 make this at least 12 chapters. At least. If anyone has an idea, please email me at: starhorseprincess@hotmail.com
Chapter One
Disclaimer: fine! FINE! I do NOT own Van or any other Escaflowne characters! There! Now u can't sue me! BUT! Alex is strictly MINE!!!!!!!!!!
Did I take a long time 2 update? Hope not. Why is no one reviewing? Except Kim (lol) thankx! *waves 2 Kim* Please review! I will take anything!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I was bored. My mind drifts to remembering, a task easily performed these days as I have little else to do.
Funny, really; considering my situation: My cheeks were bruised and stinging, my stomach rumbled with passionate hunger, my body ached especially where Dilandau-sama had kicked me yesterday, I knew that Dilandau-sama would bring me to that idiot Dornkirk today, I was trapped- locked, actually-in a small dark room with barely any meals living in constant fear, and I still had the chagrin to be bored.
Unavoidable, really. Thinking about my present was too depressing for words. I was afraid to think about what may be left of my future. I also had too many bad memories from past. The less thought, the better. With me, in my backpack are only six small items: a circular hand-mirror with a black handle, a black note book (my treasure because the pages in the front are lined for writing but the other half in the back are blank for drawing) a black writing kit containing only black materials, a pair of black jeans, a black T-shirt and a black cosmetic box with mostly black makeup. I really liked the colour black. I matched my mood: Dark.
I only have these scant items because of Folken-san, he allowed me to keep them. Since he speaks directly with that idiot Dornkirk Dilandau-sama won't disobey him directly. I am grateful for this.
I lightly touch the pale, smooth surface of the mirror. I do not bother to look at my reflection. I already know what I will see and do not wish to see it: a pale, thin girl around 15 years old with mattered hair wearing a torn, bloodstained brown school uniform with a ridiculous small bow at the top. My hair falls across my face and I push it out of my eyes, wincing.
People-the other students at my school mostly-have often asked me why I don't dye my hair black if I like the colour so much. I usually answer snappishly: "I'm not a fucking Goth, ok! Also, I won't pretend to be a fucking vampire! It stays brown! Okay?!" they back down. I do not give them my true reasons: My brother had hair like mine so this is how I honour him. I had dreams once; become a horror writer maybe, or a teacher. He encouraged me. But when my brother died, all of my dreams and hopes for the future died with him; until I had met Hitomi.
I feel the hot sting of tears in my eyes. Wiping them fiercely away, I pull out my notebook. I refuse to think about Matt, my saintly brother. He is gone now, I must forget him. But I can't and when I think of him all it brings is pain. When I was signed to see a psychologist she told me I must remember my brother and all the good times and the pain would leave. She's wrong. Only Hitomi understands, she does not try to 'fix' me, she only listens.
I open my notebook quickly, scanning for my last picture. It is of Hitomi. I smile thinly; she was one of my last sources of joy. She'd stuck by me through everything. All my depressing talk, for one; others hadn't, but Hitomi was different. She was special.
In my drawing she is running at the track. The dust kicks up under her feet as she runs, one foot in midair, ready to land. Her short hair flew backwards, shining brightly. Huge eyes stared ahead determinedly. Her face is flushed and her clothes stick to her sweaty, shapely frame. Her pendant dangles in the wind. I study it. In reality, it is so beautiful, so red, so-
Red like blood.
Blood lies everywhere in a hazy background. Someone I don't know, a young man perhaps around 18 to 23 with long golden hair lies dead, his angelic like face partially covered with blood stained hair. Fabric burns, I realize I am in a castle.
The scene changes to a sleazy alleyway. I remember it. The alley is dark and deserted with blood stained everywhere and garbage overturned. I feel my arms tingle. This is all so familiar, I remember this happening; I lived through it once.
Then I see my brother. He lies in a pool of his own blood. Brown hair with reddish highlights is deep red with slowly dripping blood. His head slumps forward, his clothes deeply stained. They are deeply torn and I see the blood slide over everything. I smell it deep in the air.
"Matt!" I scream, my voice, shill and heartbroken; cuts through the thick air. I know I am not screaming with my physical body. What screams is my heart, my mind, my soul.
A hooded figure with black wings stands near him. He watches me silently, I somehow know he is the reason I am seeing all this. Again.
"Who are you?" I scream hysterically at him, "Why are you making me see these things? Tell me!" Oh, God; I'd lived through this once nine years ago. I can't take living this again!
With a strangled gasp I jerk upwards. The vision shatters as I toss the notebook away. It skitters across the floor and lies on some poem I wrote.
Gasping, shaking, I tremble on the cot; sweating heavily. Forcing myself to take deep breaths I calm myself down and go to pick up my notebook.
I scan the page quickly. I remembered it; I had written it a week before Matt's death.
'Sunshine in my darkest hour,
A field of flowers grants me power,
A pillar of light into my soul,
Washing away all things dark and fowl
A petal from a rose in full bloom at winter placed on my heart
A song from which I'll never part
I love you; bring brother, you mean the entire world to me
With you I can do anything I want for eternity.
Thank you.'
By now I was crying. I remembered each word so perfectly. But it was what my brother had written across the bottom that tore at my heart: Love you, little sister. Keep on reaching for your goals, one day you'll reach them. And all that time, I'll be here right beside you. I stared at the rapidly blurring words. A few drops of tears spilt on to my hand. Bitterly, I allowed myself to cry. I seem to do a lot of that recently. Closing the notebook gently, I shut my eyes tightly. My brother's face fills my mind and I push it out cruelly.
A new male face takes his place. The boy that was rescued three days ago; the raven haired teenager with those gentle red eyes that had given Dilandau-sama his scar.
Van Fanal.
His black hair falls over one eye; his either eye stared at me enchantingly. I had a sudden irrationally desire to stroke his face. To kiss his lips, his neck, to run my fingers through his thick hair. His hands wrapped around my slim-okay lets be honest-skinny waist. His soft, warm breath in my ear, whispering to me-
Stop! I told myself firmly.
I heard footsteps, loud and purposeful coming towards my room. Dilandau- sama.
Quickly, I put my things under the blanket, ruffling it to make it look natural. I hear the lock open and compose myself. My face becomes blank, my body still. My hands lay clenched at my sides; I try to ignore the bubble of power growing inside me. The visions come fairly often, and stop when they please.
The door opens.
Dilandau-sama walks in, on his face a cruel sneer leers at me. His red eyes seemed to glow. That guy is insane, I think, when God made him he forgot to tighten the screws, but; funny though; Dilandau-sama never felt purely there, like he was an accident being born or something but different.
As I stare at him, chiding myself for such a stupid theory an image of a little girl with flowing blond hair. The girl is so little, so innocent looking, she looks around 5. She runs happily in a field of flowers, I see her being chased by a tall blond-haired boy. He looks like the dead man in my vision, only about 10 years younger. They are playing a game, I realize, as I see her laugh, the blond haired boy is most likely her brother.
.. The scene changes; the field of flowers are gone, now I see a dark place, and the huddling form of the small girl. Now she's scared, she-
I blinked in surprise and tried to clear my vision. A good idea, it turned out that he has just grabbed my arm, dragging me off the cot and out the room. I wince in pain.
While he drags me out, I shut off my physical senses focusing subconsciously on where my foot should go. I think of Hitomi and that little girl. Van fills my mind and I think of the little girl that I'll call her Selena for lack of anything better. Somehow the name feels right.
I see a picture of a particularly insane looking Dilandau-sama. Had he killed that girl? I seethe with anger. Someday, I don't know how or when, I'll make him pay for all the pain he's caused.
My thoughts drift to Hitomi. I miss her so badly; I want to see her again. Want to see her laugh and smile at me, and chide me for being late to school or sleeping through my classes. I concentrate.
Remember that silky hair, her green eyes and how they looked when they saw Amano. Remember the long practices together, that pendant always moving with the clock, never missing a second, remember.
My powers take over, I see her in my mind's eye. She's on some sort of flying ship and looks sad. My heart goes out to her, I want to stop her pain; but I know that no matter how much I may want to, her pain won't end until she's back on Earth. She plays a bit with her pendant and leaves it on the dresser. I can't hear anything but I get the feeling of a voice calling her.
I reach for the pendant; clench it in my hand, hiding it. If only I could somehow bring it with me, Hitomi could be found so much more easily.
I start to get dizzy, and my palm feels warm.
I am back with Dilandau-sama. I feel the pendant in my palm. No way, this can't be real, can it? If I can do this randomly, if I can control; my powers, move my physical self along with my mental self.
I secure my grip on the pendant, a plan forming in my mind.
So, do u guys like it? Is anyone reviewing? Feel free to give me ideas, I have plenty but want 2 make this at least 12 chapters. At least. If anyone has an idea, please email me at: starhorseprincess@hotmail.com