Edonil: I live! Yes, I'm back. Updates are so slow… Stupid muse. Anyway, I'm trying to write 14,000 words over Spring Break, so I might just finish this in the next week.
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Rating: Uh… This gets a little gory… No, wait, a lot gory. Blood splattering on the walls gory. I don't know if I should change the rating… You have been warned.
Edonil (again): FanFiction is being stupid, and won't let me divide up POVs the way I usually do (with hyphens). So uh.. I'll divide them up with ((Change POV))
To Change
Chapter Forty-Six
"You… are… going… to… REGRET THAT!"
Screaming. The sound of popping. Blood, everywhere. More screaming. More popping. More blood. Someone yelling at him… Telling him to stop… Telling him… Telling him…
No matter. Nothing mattered. Crims was dead, and he didn't care anymore.
((Change POV))
Avylonn stared at the carnage. So much blood… Her father was throwing large bolts of crimson magic around. Whenever it touched someone, they… popped. Avylonn felt sick.
Then a bolt of crimson fire shot at her. Avylonn ducked-
((Change POV))
Garland gloated. He couldn't have the Third Angel, so no one could have the Third Angel. Maybe Zidane would try to stop Kuja, and Zidane would also be killed… Kuja would probably end up destroying himself.
Life was good. Really good.
((Change POV))
They hurt her. They hated him, but they hurt her. So he killed them. Now they couldn't hurt anyone anymore.
"Crims… Are you alright?" No answer. Why wasn't she talking? "Fair Lady? Gentle Mistress?" She didn't respond. Odd; she usually responded to titles like that. "Crims?" Maybe she was too injured to talk!
Oh gosh! Great Eidolons! Crims… Oh gosh! Oh gosh! Oh gosh!
No, I must be calm. Don't panic… Ohgoshohgoshogosh!
I know! That crystal! It had healing powers I… think. I'll bring her there, and she'll be better. That's what I'll do!
He picked Crims up gently, and turned to go. A group of foolish civilians were in his way. Snarling, he made them go away. Stupid people. They should know better than to bother him! Crims needed help!
As he strode through the remains of the mob, he saw something that jogged his memory. What on Gaia? But then the thought was gone. Oh well; it probably wasn't important.
He stepped over the tattered, blood-splattered crimson feather- so similar to his own hair- and continued walking.
Edonil: I feel so bad for Kuja… But he had to go insane for the plot to continue. (Yes, he's insane.) Please R&R!