Black Wings
Chapter Two
Disclaimer: Yes! Yes! I OWN Van! And Malik! After bothering the owners they have given me the rights to these characters!!!!!!! *police come in* that's the girl! Quickly! To court! Me: No! NO! You'll never take me alive! BWHAHAHAHAHAHA! *get dragged off to court* Owners: Yes, we would like to Sue this girl. Me: NO! Judge: Say it! Me: NO! Judge: Ok then get sued. Me: Ok! Ok! I do NOT own anything! Not even my sanity! There, are you happy now!
Folken-san reaches over to a small pole, I think, and does something. Dornkirk's face appears. Dilandau-sama drops to his knees, kneeling. I stand. He kicks my legs roughly out from under me. I let out an almost unheard yelp and hit the ground, my knees hurting.
"Folken," says the Emperor Jackass, "you have not yet captured the Dragon. You let it get away."
"Yes, Dornkirk-sama, I know. I am sorry, I," Folken-san begins calmly.
I seethe with naked hate. Hate at Dilandau-sama for hurting me, but the largest amount goes to Dornkirk. The only person that has bothered to care for me since I arrived here must be brought to his knees and do Dornkirk's bidding; this isn't my only reason either. He is the reason I am here in the first place. I want to hurt him, kill him; make him pay.
A machine starts to sizzle and a minor fuse overheats. I see Folken-san rush over.
I feel my body heating up, my anger growing. I ready to let it loose, then see a meter long bolt of unrestrained power soar out from my body and hits the wall. It shatters, leaving not even dust. The next one will hit Dornkirk, I will kill him.
Dilandau-sama's fist hits my head, I see blackness. Before I black out, I hear Dornkirk say, "Hmm, apparently, she is much stronger than I thought."
I wake up on the cot again, my head pounding. A feel a presence beside me, I start but then realize that it's Folken-san. I got him in trouble, him and my jailer.For Dilandau-sama I don't care, but I feel terrible for getting Folken-san in trouble. I don't look at him, just stare at his feet.
"Are you angry with me, Folken-san?" I ask in a small voice. "Do you hate me? I'm sorry I got you in trouble." A few tears spring to my eyes, "I'm really sorry," I add softly.
"No, I do not hate you. I am not angry with you either, although Dilandau is angry. I do wish that you hadn't done that though." Folken-san sounds so sincere, I love hearing his voice. He's always so kind to me, I bet he thinks I'm cute, too. I see it in his eyes sometimes, that-
I blush furiously, mentally chiding myself. Folken-san thinks it's because I'm afraid of Dilandau-sama's wrath because he adds: "Do not worry; I will not let Dilandau hurt you, although Dornkirk-sama did say to punish you."
"Thank you," I whisper honestly. "But, Folken-san, I didn't do it on purpose, I was just thinking about hurting Dornkirk"-I can't bring myself to add the 'sama'-but I didn't let loose that power by myself." I didn't add that my heart did summersaults when I felt Dornkirk's pain.
The funny look he gave told me he knew that.
He chose to ignore it as he added, "But I don't know how I'll protect you from Dilandau's wrath. Dornkirk-sama specifically told him to leave you alive but Dilandau is quite capable of causing severe pain without killing." Looking over my bruised body and lingering on the scars he added dryly, "Though I can see that you already know that."
Sarcastically I added, "Yeah, I do." Then I paused and asked: "Would you really help me?"
"Yes, of course." He said, looking a little surprised.
"Then let me escape." I said bluntly. "Don't help me but don't set anyone on me either and keep Dilandau-sama away from my room."
"Alexandra, you know I can't do that." He said softy.
Feeling tears I whispered back harshly, "Then you won't help me." I turned my back to him.
Folken-san tried to talk to me later that night. But I closed my eyes and refused to face him. I felt tears slip down my cheeks again. Funny, it seems all I do is cry.
I do not allow Folken-san to hear me crying.
After a while, he leaves. I hear him stand slowly; finally accepting I will not speak to him and walk away. My ears pick up the sound of him securely locking the door as he leaves, and again I am left alone in the darkness with only the pale moonlight through the window for company.
I am miserable.
I know Folken-san has been keeping Dilandau-sama away from me. I have eaten so far, and don't feel as sick all the time. Yesterday I even learned how to unlock and re-lock the door with my mind.
But I am still miserable.
I am not speaking to Folken-san, my only friend here. He has protected me from Dilandau-sama's rage; although I know it is only a matter of time before he catches me unprotected and ready for punishment, and I still refuse to speak to him. I thought I could trust Folken-san. I thought he could help me. I will not risk revealing my powers to someone I do not trust.
To pass time, I simply work with my powers. I am getting better at reading minds, a difficult technique. Most of the time I simply hear their passing thoughts and sense emotion, rather than actually read what I need to know.
I learned how to move objects with my mind. By focusing on it, I can make it shake or I its small enough and not especially heavy, fling it.
I can stun with a look. It's similar to moving objects, but instead of influencing dead things, I influence nerves. Particularly the one on the neck to knock someone out by mentally applying pressure to it. I can also catch light in my eyes and hold it in my mind sometimes, to flash it at someone and blind them momentarily, or I can add it to my eyesight and it lets me see in darkness at will.
Healing and Attacking are the most difficult things. I can sometimes shoot out pure bolts of concussive power that are nearly invisible, but they are small and very weak and I cannot really control them. With healing, I can barely manage a few scars. It is much harder than Attacking.
My hand travels down my right arm, an assortment of scars spelling a name. I shudder and look away. Don't think about it.....
I reach out to the soft morning sunlight. I love watching the sky from here. Watching the sunrise and sunset are the two most peaceful, beautiful things I can think of.
Small bubbles of soft pink begin overlapping a deep blue/black sky. A few single rays shot up like arrows, piercing the darkness. I watch it happily and hear an unwelcome sound with my improved hearing.
Footsteps. And not Folken-san's either.
Dilandau-sama throws open the door. He looks so angry and I can figure out why. I lick my lips nervously.
His first blow sent the taste of blood to my mouth. The second hit me in the back of the head, making me see stars.
A few more of these love taps and I blurrily see him pull out a knife. He pins me to the wall, pressing my back into it as he ropes my hands behind me. He could have probably kept them down but Dilandau-sama likes control.
I can't seem to summon any power. After a practice I can barely reach it and he caught me just after practicing.
Tossing me on to the bed he lifts my shirt to expose my stomach. He presses his weight on me so I can't move my legs and with one hand holds me down by the throat. The other, holding the knife, is above my stomach.
The knife bites into my flesh, drawing blood. I scream and cry with pain as he starts to spell something. Really, it surprises me that he can write...
When he finishes I can't see the word imprinted onto my stomach. Only blood. He hasn't pressed or cut deep enough for it to do more than scar.
I know the beating has just begun.
I lie on the bed, after about an hour that Dilandau-sama left. I ache everywhere. The sun is fully up but I can't move to admire the beauty of it right now.
I'm covered in gashing cuts and painful bruises. I don't bother to look at what Dilandau-sama spelled on me. I know that I probably have a broken rib or two, and my arm is broken along with a shattered kneecap.
I begin to use my magic. It seems to be more on auto-pilot. The ribs don't heal but the pain dulls as they numb. My arm remains broken but I use my full magic to heal my kneecap.
Folken-san had to go to Austria today. Then to somewhere else that I don't remember or care to know. Dilandau-sama had gotten his chance.
That clichéd it. Tonight I would escape. We weren't that high and I knew how. I was going to make an opening in the wall and jump. I would trust my powers and most likely faint. If I woke up again, I'd know I was either rescued in midair or my powers worked. If I didn't.well at least I would never again have to succumb to Dilandau-sama again.
I used my powers a while ago to untie myself but remain on the bed. The best time to escape would be tonight.
For now, I will sleep. I will need to conserve my strength and power. For a few moments, I look out the window painfully; trapping a small amount of the right sunlight and storing it in my head with the rest of my mental light.
I sleep. In my dreams, I saw my brother. He is taken from me again by a hooded man with black wings. I want to scream and hurt him but I'm helpless. In my dream I lose all hope and am swallowed by the darkness.
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ur friend, karen
Chapter Two
Disclaimer: Yes! Yes! I OWN Van! And Malik! After bothering the owners they have given me the rights to these characters!!!!!!! *police come in* that's the girl! Quickly! To court! Me: No! NO! You'll never take me alive! BWHAHAHAHAHAHA! *get dragged off to court* Owners: Yes, we would like to Sue this girl. Me: NO! Judge: Say it! Me: NO! Judge: Ok then get sued. Me: Ok! Ok! I do NOT own anything! Not even my sanity! There, are you happy now!
Folken-san reaches over to a small pole, I think, and does something. Dornkirk's face appears. Dilandau-sama drops to his knees, kneeling. I stand. He kicks my legs roughly out from under me. I let out an almost unheard yelp and hit the ground, my knees hurting.
"Folken," says the Emperor Jackass, "you have not yet captured the Dragon. You let it get away."
"Yes, Dornkirk-sama, I know. I am sorry, I," Folken-san begins calmly.
I seethe with naked hate. Hate at Dilandau-sama for hurting me, but the largest amount goes to Dornkirk. The only person that has bothered to care for me since I arrived here must be brought to his knees and do Dornkirk's bidding; this isn't my only reason either. He is the reason I am here in the first place. I want to hurt him, kill him; make him pay.
A machine starts to sizzle and a minor fuse overheats. I see Folken-san rush over.
I feel my body heating up, my anger growing. I ready to let it loose, then see a meter long bolt of unrestrained power soar out from my body and hits the wall. It shatters, leaving not even dust. The next one will hit Dornkirk, I will kill him.
Dilandau-sama's fist hits my head, I see blackness. Before I black out, I hear Dornkirk say, "Hmm, apparently, she is much stronger than I thought."
I wake up on the cot again, my head pounding. A feel a presence beside me, I start but then realize that it's Folken-san. I got him in trouble, him and my jailer.For Dilandau-sama I don't care, but I feel terrible for getting Folken-san in trouble. I don't look at him, just stare at his feet.
"Are you angry with me, Folken-san?" I ask in a small voice. "Do you hate me? I'm sorry I got you in trouble." A few tears spring to my eyes, "I'm really sorry," I add softly.
"No, I do not hate you. I am not angry with you either, although Dilandau is angry. I do wish that you hadn't done that though." Folken-san sounds so sincere, I love hearing his voice. He's always so kind to me, I bet he thinks I'm cute, too. I see it in his eyes sometimes, that-
I blush furiously, mentally chiding myself. Folken-san thinks it's because I'm afraid of Dilandau-sama's wrath because he adds: "Do not worry; I will not let Dilandau hurt you, although Dornkirk-sama did say to punish you."
"Thank you," I whisper honestly. "But, Folken-san, I didn't do it on purpose, I was just thinking about hurting Dornkirk"-I can't bring myself to add the 'sama'-but I didn't let loose that power by myself." I didn't add that my heart did summersaults when I felt Dornkirk's pain.
The funny look he gave told me he knew that.
He chose to ignore it as he added, "But I don't know how I'll protect you from Dilandau's wrath. Dornkirk-sama specifically told him to leave you alive but Dilandau is quite capable of causing severe pain without killing." Looking over my bruised body and lingering on the scars he added dryly, "Though I can see that you already know that."
Sarcastically I added, "Yeah, I do." Then I paused and asked: "Would you really help me?"
"Yes, of course." He said, looking a little surprised.
"Then let me escape." I said bluntly. "Don't help me but don't set anyone on me either and keep Dilandau-sama away from my room."
"Alexandra, you know I can't do that." He said softy.
Feeling tears I whispered back harshly, "Then you won't help me." I turned my back to him.
Folken-san tried to talk to me later that night. But I closed my eyes and refused to face him. I felt tears slip down my cheeks again. Funny, it seems all I do is cry.
I do not allow Folken-san to hear me crying.
After a while, he leaves. I hear him stand slowly; finally accepting I will not speak to him and walk away. My ears pick up the sound of him securely locking the door as he leaves, and again I am left alone in the darkness with only the pale moonlight through the window for company.
I am miserable.
I know Folken-san has been keeping Dilandau-sama away from me. I have eaten so far, and don't feel as sick all the time. Yesterday I even learned how to unlock and re-lock the door with my mind.
But I am still miserable.
I am not speaking to Folken-san, my only friend here. He has protected me from Dilandau-sama's rage; although I know it is only a matter of time before he catches me unprotected and ready for punishment, and I still refuse to speak to him. I thought I could trust Folken-san. I thought he could help me. I will not risk revealing my powers to someone I do not trust.
To pass time, I simply work with my powers. I am getting better at reading minds, a difficult technique. Most of the time I simply hear their passing thoughts and sense emotion, rather than actually read what I need to know.
I learned how to move objects with my mind. By focusing on it, I can make it shake or I its small enough and not especially heavy, fling it.
I can stun with a look. It's similar to moving objects, but instead of influencing dead things, I influence nerves. Particularly the one on the neck to knock someone out by mentally applying pressure to it. I can also catch light in my eyes and hold it in my mind sometimes, to flash it at someone and blind them momentarily, or I can add it to my eyesight and it lets me see in darkness at will.
Healing and Attacking are the most difficult things. I can sometimes shoot out pure bolts of concussive power that are nearly invisible, but they are small and very weak and I cannot really control them. With healing, I can barely manage a few scars. It is much harder than Attacking.
My hand travels down my right arm, an assortment of scars spelling a name. I shudder and look away. Don't think about it.....
I reach out to the soft morning sunlight. I love watching the sky from here. Watching the sunrise and sunset are the two most peaceful, beautiful things I can think of.
Small bubbles of soft pink begin overlapping a deep blue/black sky. A few single rays shot up like arrows, piercing the darkness. I watch it happily and hear an unwelcome sound with my improved hearing.
Footsteps. And not Folken-san's either.
Dilandau-sama throws open the door. He looks so angry and I can figure out why. I lick my lips nervously.
His first blow sent the taste of blood to my mouth. The second hit me in the back of the head, making me see stars.
A few more of these love taps and I blurrily see him pull out a knife. He pins me to the wall, pressing my back into it as he ropes my hands behind me. He could have probably kept them down but Dilandau-sama likes control.
I can't seem to summon any power. After a practice I can barely reach it and he caught me just after practicing.
Tossing me on to the bed he lifts my shirt to expose my stomach. He presses his weight on me so I can't move my legs and with one hand holds me down by the throat. The other, holding the knife, is above my stomach.
The knife bites into my flesh, drawing blood. I scream and cry with pain as he starts to spell something. Really, it surprises me that he can write...
When he finishes I can't see the word imprinted onto my stomach. Only blood. He hasn't pressed or cut deep enough for it to do more than scar.
I know the beating has just begun.
I lie on the bed, after about an hour that Dilandau-sama left. I ache everywhere. The sun is fully up but I can't move to admire the beauty of it right now.
I'm covered in gashing cuts and painful bruises. I don't bother to look at what Dilandau-sama spelled on me. I know that I probably have a broken rib or two, and my arm is broken along with a shattered kneecap.
I begin to use my magic. It seems to be more on auto-pilot. The ribs don't heal but the pain dulls as they numb. My arm remains broken but I use my full magic to heal my kneecap.
Folken-san had to go to Austria today. Then to somewhere else that I don't remember or care to know. Dilandau-sama had gotten his chance.
That clichéd it. Tonight I would escape. We weren't that high and I knew how. I was going to make an opening in the wall and jump. I would trust my powers and most likely faint. If I woke up again, I'd know I was either rescued in midair or my powers worked. If I didn't.well at least I would never again have to succumb to Dilandau-sama again.
I used my powers a while ago to untie myself but remain on the bed. The best time to escape would be tonight.
For now, I will sleep. I will need to conserve my strength and power. For a few moments, I look out the window painfully; trapping a small amount of the right sunlight and storing it in my head with the rest of my mental light.
I sleep. In my dreams, I saw my brother. He is taken from me again by a hooded man with black wings. I want to scream and hurt him but I'm helpless. In my dream I lose all hope and am swallowed by the darkness.
please review
ur friend, karen