This chapter is a flashback, from Rae's point of view. And while some of you
may read the interaction between Rae and the Black Angel, and say "Yuri!",
the way I pictured her doing it was almost motherly.
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Snow fell, as she tossed and turned in her sick bed, tormented by the
dreams that came wth the fever.
She sat beside her, staring at her face, usally so cocky and tanned, now so
pale and worn.
Behind her, they argued.
"What do you mean she's dying?!"
"This sickness is fatal! No one survives the Black Death, no one!"
"I hired you to cure her, not give a death sentance!"
"Aren't you listening to me!?"
She stood suddenly.
"I can't take this." she said quietly. "I just can't take this."
She turned and ran, ran from the romm, ran from the knowledge that she was
going to die and there was nothing she could do.
She ran outside, through the empty streets, the snow finding it's way into
her hair, into her coat, into her mouth.
Everything was so silent,except for her panting breath, and the crunch of
the snow underneath her feet.
It wasn't supposed to be silent.
It was supposed to be noisy, ringing with laughter and the chatter of
innocents.
"The snow is evil."
She truly believed it now.
For how else could it fall so silently?
It wasn't possible, it was unnatural.
They say death comes silently.
She believes it, because she believes that snow is death.
She ran faster and faster, trying to leave behind her fears.
She ran to that one tree, the one with the treehouse, and the swing, that
was always their meeting place.
This is a dream, she thought numbly, this is just a dream, and when I get
there, she'll waiting for me, just like always.
Silent snow fell, and the empty swing blew in the wailing wind.
She stopped, and watched her panting breat form ghosts of her memories.
"Push me Rae!"
"You know, I need you as much as you need me."
"I hate the snow...every bad thing that's happened, happened while it was
snowing."
"Lin...it's not fair...you can't...just...leave me here...I'd do...I'd do
anything...to keep you here." she whispered, a tear dropping into the snow.
"When the times comes," said a voice quietly, but in a way that you
couldn't not hear it, in the silence.
She turned to see a woman, a woman with dark skin, and pale silver hair.
A gasp of frozen breath escaped her cold lips.
"Black Angel." she whispered.
"When the time comes..." continued the woman. "All motals die."
Crimson eyes seached the girl's deep blue-grey ones.
The girl stood still, petrifed by the unearthly gaze, until at lengh the
woman found what she was looking for, and shut her eyes, allowing the black
haired girl to blink.
"You really would do anything, to save her." she stated.
The girl suddenly reclaimed her voice.
"Black Angel!" she cried, "Please! Grant me a gift that will save her!"
The woman turned away, eyes unopened.
"You know what I am. My gifts...are not only gifts, they are curses as
well."
The girl nodded, a detirmned glint in her eyes.
"I know, but I'm not going to let her die."
The woman turned back, opened her eyes.
"I know." she said, "Come here."
The girl steped forward and the Angel pulled her into her arms, and kissed
her on the top of her head.
Then she began to chant, but with a soft note in her voice, that made it
sound almost like she was crooning a lullby.
She began to feel tired, her eyes began to droop.
The last thought she had was, Lin, I'm coming.
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She woke up in the middle of the snow covered field, her back against the
old oak tree.
She blinked,at first confused.
And then she remembered.
She shot up and began running back. She was a vanishing ghost in the
streets, as she sped past, her white clothing blending her in with the snow,
the snow swifting covering her footprints even as she made them.
She reached the door and threw it open.
It hit the side of the house with a loud bang.
She ignored it, and kept going.
She ran past the two men, who were still arguing.
She ran up the stairs, to the room.
She lay in the bed, the same as before.
She walked over to the bed.
She threw the fever-ridden girl a detirmined smile, before lightly touching
her on the cheek.
There was a flash of light and when it faded away, her friend was sleeping
calmly, the fever gone.
She grinned, barly restraning herself from jumpin up and down.
The two men came in, and saw the sicknness was gone.
The docter stared at disbeleif, and the father looked releived.
Until he saw her standing there, and his expression hardened.
He reached over and grabbed her arm.
When he touched her skin, there was another bright light, and when this one
faded, he lay on the floor, not moving.
She took a step back, concerned and confused.
The doctor knelt down, and examined him.
He didn't look up, and his face was grim.
"You made a deal with Her, didn't you?"
She nodded, suddenly nervous.
Neither she nor the doctor noticed the girl on the bed open her eyes.
"Yes, I asked her for a healing ability. Why? What's wrong with him?"
"He's dead."
The eyes of both the girls shot open wide.
"What?!"
"The curse that comes with your gift...when you touch someone, they are
either cured or killed, apparently. I would guess that when they are sick, they ae healed, but they are healthy, they die."
He looked up.
"You should have known better. You've studied all the theriys, heard all
the stories. You should have known better. As sure as this girl owes you her
life, this man's death is on your consious."
She took a step back.
"No, it's not-" she said, not wanting to beleive it.
"Rae. "
They turned to see the girl on the bed.
She sat up in the bed, staring at her.
She couldn't take it.
She ran, not hearing her name being called.
She just ran.
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(sighs) Stupid setbacks. First, I had no inspiration, then my mouse stopped
working, then fanfiction. net stopped working, the list goes on and on. Ahh,
well. It's up now.
