Of love and hate

I opened my eyes to a bright light..the sun. My arm burned, my side ached...the surface of what I was lying on was smooth and cold. I stood up weakly, the pain in my side almost overwhelming. I inspected my surroundings more clearly. It was a small circle of marble...and all else was sky. I ambled over to the edge and looked down carefully...it some sort of tower, made of Dark Maker material.

Rin: You're awake...finally.

It was him...show him no fear, just anger. My rage. I will destroy him.

Rin: Now we can have some fun. I had to keep you from dying, naturally. Your body is perfect for what I intend to do with it. The physical capabilites...the mental capacity, the quick reflexes of the muscles and brain. You were well bred.

I felt a cold blade touch my throat...the sharp blade made a slight yet clean cut across my throat. My eyes darted downwarted and I saw the silvery innocense of the Sword of Mar.

Rin: And...for a Denzian, you are quite beautiful.

His breath was in my ear. My eyes roamed to the side and I saw a clammy white hand grasping the Sword or Mar. The grip shifted...he was going to cut my throat. I moved quickly-I ducked and crouched and all in one I kicked him in the gut. He dropped the sword, but he grabbed my leg. I caught the sword. I attempted to crawl away, but he dragged me towards him. My grip released the sword for a fateful two seconds. He put his hands to my back and came down on top of me. I felt hands reaching for my belt buckle. Not this time. My fingers found the sword handle and I gripped it. Teeth clenched, I rolled around on my back. I did it without thinking. I stabbed him. In the heart. Or where one would be, anyway. But he was alive. He rolled his eyes and smiled evilly. He pulled out the sword. It had no effect. I could only stand in awe, but that was a mistake, because he whipped the sword down my body. I had cut that started at the base of my neck, running down but paused where my leather strap was, and down to my navel. I put a hand to my heart which was beating rapidly. It came away red. The sight made me light headed and I fainted.

3rd Person

Torn's POV

They were flying over the Forgotten Lands. It had been completely taken over by Dark Makers. Torn spotted a tower...a very tall tower. He wondered what such a thing was for. But there was movement...little silouettes. It looked like people. One was leaning over another. He was in Janovah's sleeping quarters, getting a last look at her things. He had managed to open the window that Janovah failed to discover. He took Janovah's binocular-goggles that she wore in the battle against the Dark Makers and looked through them...

It was Janovah...and Rin. Janovah was lying on the ground, with some new wounds. And Rin was on top of her, licking one across her throat, drinking her blood. Torn became enraged. How dare he? He leaped from Janovah's bed and bolted for the captain's area. The men were in front of consoles, looking completely calm.

Torn: STOP!! Janovah is down there! On the Tower!

They laughed. Oh...the pain.

Captain: That's impossible! What proof have you?

Torn led them to a window and showed them. They didn't laugh now. They hovered over, low, over the tower. Rin was too oblivious, consumed by blood lust, to notice. Torn was at a cargo drop, but instead of cargo that was going to drop, it was him. The only person brave enough...or crazy enough to do it. The fall was long, but he got up unharmed. Rin was still licking the precious red juice that flowed from Janovah's wounds.

Torn: Let her go, you filth!

Rin wasn't oblivious now. He whipped around, his eyes burned with anger. Blood leaked from his mouth. Rin stood up and prepared to attack. He lunged for Torn, but Torn was an expert fighter, and dodged. They began to brawl, but Torn was loosing. Rin was much stronger than he had been.

1st Person

Janovah's POV

I opened my eyes again. Everything was blurry. I sat up, but it took so much energy that I almost fell again. I saw people. Two people. Fighting. One of them was tall, pale white, black hair, and ugly. Rin...But the other, was tanner, a little shorter, reddish-brown hair, a little heavier built muscle-wise-TORN! He was fighting a loosing battle. My vision became clear, and I stood up, looking for a weapon. Rin had my sword on his belt, but there was some weird pole over in corner. Rin started throttling Torn. The only thing I could think to do was save him. I ran over to the pole, despite my pain. It was long, purplish, made of Dark Maker material. I picked it up.

Rin: I'm going to feed your flesh to my sons and daughters!
Janovah: If you're hungry...EAT THIS!

I swung with all my might, and Rin was sent flying to the side. It had hit with a chilling "wing". Torn got up and clutched the other side of it. We pointed the pole at Rin, who was cursing and getting up. We charged and rammed it right through him. He fell from the force of the blow off the tower. I let got of the pole...it all came back to me. What Torn planned to do, that we were over. There was silence for a long time.

Torn: Janovah...

My throat felt glued. It was dry and wordless.

Torn: He didn't...rape...you...did he?

He tried to put his hand on my shoulder. But I stepped away.

Janovah: No.

I had said it coldly, with nothing but bitterness.

Torn: Can't we talk this over? I was an idiot, I love you...so much.

I honestly believed it. I wanted to, so I did.

Torn: Please...Janovah...will you take me back?

I was faced with a hard descision...

Dash: Congratulations...

She held the cup up to him, and he took it and drank from it...

Dash: Your people are loyal to you...

She was turning to leave, but Jak stopped her, and they started to talk softly. He could sense a connection. They were a good match. He saw...Jak held her hand. This wasn't their first encounter, Jak met her in Freedom HQ, and seemed very interested by her. It was no more than a couple minutes chat, but there was a sense of relation. Then Jak lifted her face, and kissed her forehead. Torn was not suprised. Jak led her out of the party...

returns to present scene

It was a bitter-sweet story, just like his. Janovah and Jak were both dead. Lost from those who'd loved them. Jak had not loved Ashlein at all...Dash was the one for him. Yet, he stayed with Ashlein. He had Janovah. Torn suddenly felt ashamed at a memory...

He actually slept with Dash. More than once. KG's, male and female, got fuck buddies and slept around. That's how he'd known her; She was his fuck buddy. She was only twelve, too. A fresh KG. He laughed inwardly; EVERY KG had a fuck buddy. Ashlein did it too. Even Janovah knew he had one. He admitted it, but explained he wasn't like that anymore. He didn't tell her it was Dash though. Dash had really screwed herself up. But then, telling from the things he'd heard about her past he could tell she never had, didn't have, and never will have a clear image of how life should work.

Among the rumors were that Errol beat her up. Alot. No suprise there. Another more gruesome thing is that when she was ten Errol and his fellow KG gang-raped her until she agreed to join the KG. And without knowing it she took some brutality with her. She was thirty-one now. Hardly the dumpy child he had known. Torn was thirty-seven. Janovah was eighteen, Kat, seventeen. After the Baron was disbanded, Dash joined the Freedom League as a much different person. He found that ahe was actually very warm-hearted person, just afraid to show it. He could really tell, with the way she treated Janovah. Like her younger sister, a daughter even. Dash would've made a great mother, but she was getting older, and Torn doubted she would ever find love after her rendevous with Jak. Torn had sometimes imagined Jak marrying Dash instead. But he quit after Janovah came. Janovah was a blessing, her distintive personality, and after all the abuse, she was still trusting and loving.

She took after Dash.

But it then stung him-Janovah was dead. He remebered. And another thing eating at him was Dash's recent behaviour. She was a like drone. For a second, he becoming afraid that he might becoming too close to Dash...No...that was silly. Dash was like his little sister. Right?