Bring Me to Life

A strange, resinating light glowed in the darkness of the water. In Haven City. It blanketed the body of a young girl. The girl was young, only three days from nineteen years. She was dead, but not alone.

I am going to breathe life into you.

The Wasteland sun burned as Torn tredded on with rest of Haven City, bound in shackles, taken by the Dark Makers. Each step took more and more effort. Within twelve hours of Janovah's death, the Dark Makers came in, taking every man, woman, and child.

You will be alive again, I promise. You will live again to save us.

The light took the form of a man. Taking the form of...

Mar.

In his light form. He wrapped his wings around his lifeless daughter.

Torn sat in his cell, alone. They were all going to die here. There was no hope. Janovah was gone. This was the same cell they held Janovah in. There was blood caking the walls, most of it, he was told, was her's. Rin made him stay in her cell, to torture him. In fact, Rin was right outside. Laughing, watching Torn try make himself more comfortable in his battered state. They had beat him, putting him through the same if not worse torture his lost love had faced.

Rin: Tell me...what was it like to enter her? Without her struggling? What did her skin taste like to you? To me...it tasted like fear. I wish I could taste it again...
Torn: Shut up! Shut up you bastard! You're a twisted bastard and you're going straight to hell!
Rin: Apparently you still haven't learned the same lesson that Janovah did. She had, by then. She broke with SO little effort, no fun at all.

Mar abosorbed himself into his daughter. Life was coming back to her. A hand twitched, then an arm, and finally his life was into her.

Go, my daughter, save our people.

Rin: I am going to have mercy on you...I will end your pain right now.

He was advancing on Torn. Torn found himself paralyzed from Rin's eco powers. Rin withdrew a knife from a holster in a belt he wore. But then, there were screeches, screams of Dark Makers. Fear. Rin drew his attention from his prey to look outside of the barred window-another torture mechinism-And gasped.

Rin: This is impossible...that stupid wench should have died!

Was it possible? Janovah...alive? Suddenly there was a vaccuum of silence, like all of the energy was being sucked into something. Then time seemed to stop as the energy was released.

BANG.

There was an explosion, a loud, earth-shattering explosion. Part of the wall of his cell had been blown away. In the gap where the wall should have been, was a bright light. Rin tried to attack the light with eco powers, but it resisted. With a much smaller blast of energy, it hit Rin. Rin was blown into the wall, blood trickling from his mouth. He was still conscious, but noticbly angry. Then the light faded slightly, to reveal an angel. But it was not an angel he was seeing, it was Light Janovah, reborn. Instead of the generic six delicate wings, there were two, large metallic ones. It was beautiful sight. The angel of light eco approached him, slowly. Finally, he was blinded and could not see. But he felt two very warm arms wrap around him from behind.

He cracked his eyes open. On either side he saw to enourmous, glowing wings. Then he felt himself ascend. He watched as he left the ground far behind. He began to speak his thoughts.

Torn: You're supposed to be dead, I don't understand...
Janovah: I have been reborn. I will take you far from here.
Torn: What? Where are we-
Janovah: Shush, you will see.

Her voice carried a strange tone to it. He could see below the Dark Maker establishment had suffered great damage. Several strange structures were twisted and destroyed. He felt his breath and consciousness slipping from him...

He felt hot sand under his head. He opened his eyes to see bright blue skies and ocean...clear, ocean. Where was he? He sat up, admiring the endless, beautiful landscape. He saw something more beautiful than the landscape; Janovah, sitting beside him. She approached his face, her soft breath coming close to his...and then...

Black. Damn it.

He realized it was a brief dream, but it was a damn pleasent one. He opened his eyes again. He was on the ruin of Haven City. Amongst the rubble of the statue or Mar...or Jak. His wounds from Rin were completely healed. He sat up, again. Janovah was kneeling in front of him. He spoke softly, knowing they were alone, in the dark sky, filled with stars.

Torn: Why did you bring me here?

She was in her normal form, her blackened hair billowing in the wind beautifully. She could really pull black hair off.

Janovah: I realize I love you...I realize all this time, Master WAS decieving me...And why keep me? I am tainted.
Torn: No...you are more beautiful than ever.

Not a lie at all. The toned down color and long hair was really quite pretty. She turned her head, and their gazes met. He touched her chin and looked into her eyes, her lovely eyes, which the color had blossomed back in to. He gently kissed her. He wasn't going to lose her again.