I own nothing that does not belong to me and everything else is strictly
mine.
( Havn't had much time so it is short.)
"I have got to go now." Said Quatra with a smile. "A young woman on Willow." He added into Duo's ear so that Katoria could not hear.
"See you around." Replied Duo distractedly. He knew he should care more that a life had been lost but he could not. Katoria was still looking questioningly at Duo for an answer to her question.
Quatre disappeared around a corner to their right. He understood why Duo seemed unconcerned with his mission. He had felt that way once.Unable to contain himself at this thought he slammed his fist into the cold brick of the corner deli. He was late. He needed to hurry or else the soul of that girl might escape. He shivered and wretched at the mere thought of this happening. Oh how painful that would be. He could not even imagine.
Turning onto Willow street he quickened his pace even more. Three minutes he had and only. The house was not much to the eye but he could see the love for this place that the owner must have had. It radiated from the walls as he took it in. Walking through the unopened door he had a hard time adjusting his eyes to the lighting. The carpet was a pea green and the walls of wood hung with pictures of smiling faces. A sword lay near an orange sofa. Quatre felt as though he had stepped back a decade or two in time in this house and wondered who besides this girl lived here.
Mounting the stairs Quatra recited: To the fires of Hell or the Clouds of Heaven, to the chains and shackles of Pergetory. Follow me the wrong, the wronged, the old of body. Walk with me and I shall take you where you earn to go." Thrusting his hands to the side he called in a powerful tone, "I am The Grim Reaper!"
He too was surrounded by a bright light. When it had gone he was no longer dressed as the average teenager, if his clothes could ever have been called this, but in long flowing white robes that radiated a beautiful light. In his left hand he held a tall white staff set with an enormous pearl.
Quatra found the body of the poor girl of the floor next to her dark bed. She had long blond hair and eyebrows that had formed in a most peculler way: like tweezers. He realized that she was familiar.
"Dorothy?!?!" He took a step back as the spirit of the woman sat up.
"Q-Quatre! Oh, Quatre!" She threw her arms around him but pulled away Quickly. "What are you wearing?"
A tear leaked from Quatre's right eye.
"I need you to follow me." He whispered weakly.
"No, I-I am on my way to the hospital. I think I had a heart attack. I need to she my doctor." She said only half paying attention to her own words as she stared into Quatre's eyes."
Quatre leaned for word and touched his lips gently to Dorothy's. It took all of his strength to pull away.
"That doesn't matter now."
(A.N.The next chapter might be another pilot but most likely Duo as he is the main character.)
( Havn't had much time so it is short.)
"I have got to go now." Said Quatra with a smile. "A young woman on Willow." He added into Duo's ear so that Katoria could not hear.
"See you around." Replied Duo distractedly. He knew he should care more that a life had been lost but he could not. Katoria was still looking questioningly at Duo for an answer to her question.
Quatre disappeared around a corner to their right. He understood why Duo seemed unconcerned with his mission. He had felt that way once.Unable to contain himself at this thought he slammed his fist into the cold brick of the corner deli. He was late. He needed to hurry or else the soul of that girl might escape. He shivered and wretched at the mere thought of this happening. Oh how painful that would be. He could not even imagine.
Turning onto Willow street he quickened his pace even more. Three minutes he had and only. The house was not much to the eye but he could see the love for this place that the owner must have had. It radiated from the walls as he took it in. Walking through the unopened door he had a hard time adjusting his eyes to the lighting. The carpet was a pea green and the walls of wood hung with pictures of smiling faces. A sword lay near an orange sofa. Quatre felt as though he had stepped back a decade or two in time in this house and wondered who besides this girl lived here.
Mounting the stairs Quatra recited: To the fires of Hell or the Clouds of Heaven, to the chains and shackles of Pergetory. Follow me the wrong, the wronged, the old of body. Walk with me and I shall take you where you earn to go." Thrusting his hands to the side he called in a powerful tone, "I am The Grim Reaper!"
He too was surrounded by a bright light. When it had gone he was no longer dressed as the average teenager, if his clothes could ever have been called this, but in long flowing white robes that radiated a beautiful light. In his left hand he held a tall white staff set with an enormous pearl.
Quatra found the body of the poor girl of the floor next to her dark bed. She had long blond hair and eyebrows that had formed in a most peculler way: like tweezers. He realized that she was familiar.
"Dorothy?!?!" He took a step back as the spirit of the woman sat up.
"Q-Quatre! Oh, Quatre!" She threw her arms around him but pulled away Quickly. "What are you wearing?"
A tear leaked from Quatre's right eye.
"I need you to follow me." He whispered weakly.
"No, I-I am on my way to the hospital. I think I had a heart attack. I need to she my doctor." She said only half paying attention to her own words as she stared into Quatre's eyes."
Quatre leaned for word and touched his lips gently to Dorothy's. It took all of his strength to pull away.
"That doesn't matter now."
(A.N.The next chapter might be another pilot but most likely Duo as he is the main character.)