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Give The World
Chapter 11: The Dream
Serge opened his eyes, and the Cobalt blue searched the room he was in: flames devoured everything and golden eyes pierced through it all. A pillar collapsed, too burned to stand any longer. The roof fell in a young child. Serge couldn't move to save him. He couldn't move at all, not even to save himself from the burning sensation he felt running up his arm. A young girl. A very zealous girl, with a blonde pigtail threatened a gold-eyed demi-human. Serge watched, and couldn't do anything to stop it, he was forced by powers un-known to him to watch the girl be slashed and hurt by the feline demi-human. He couldn't run out and save her. He failed. Couldn't save Kid.
The scene obscured. Serge was lying on cold floors, watching as Lynx disguised as him stabbed Kid. Watched and couldn't do a thing as she fell to the ground, her necklace making a jiggle as it hit the ground. Watch as Kid went pale, absolutely white, like some kind of ghost. Watch as Kid's breath stopped. He couldn't save her. He failed. Couldn't save Kid.
Kid lay in a bed, covered by those blinding white sheets, in Doc's hospital, waiting for Serge to return with the Hydra humor. Though he never did. He couldn't go out in get it, like he did in the past. He failed. Couldn't save Kid.
Kid sat chained to a wall, bleeding and bruised, torn and worn. In a dark, musty, damp cell. All alone. Serge couldn't make her not alone. He failed. Couldn't save Kid.
Why?...why?...why?...why?...
Serge closed his eyes...he'd seen this all before...once was enough...
Don't believe in everything you see. It may not be reality. You may just be dreaming...
Dreaming?...dreaming?...dreaming?...dreaming?...
Serge opened his eyes...Kid was still there...all alone...in the un-livable cell...in a sort of un-conscious sleep...chained...freedom caged...spirit broken...pain...
Hurt
Misery
Agony
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Alone
Failure?...failure?... failure?...failure?...
Serge slowly walked towards Kid...kneeled down in front of her...caressed her bruised face...
Kid stood atop a cliff, towering over the rocky surface beneath...making it seem small and shadowed...hair blowing feely in the breeze...a perfect example of a smirk planted on her child-like face.
"I'm gonna kick you're sorry arses so hard ya'll kiss da moons!"
"Don't go tryin no funny stuff, just cause I'm cut n'all."
Kid stood on Opassa Beach, staring off into the ocean, rolling in and out, as it had for eternities...her ponytail softly swinging back and forth...the wind playing with it endlessly...Kid turned and softened her cerulean eyes as they focused on Serge...without words reassuring him that everything was going to be okay in the end...
Nothing was okay in the end...
Serge slowly wrapped his arms around Kid...careful not to disturb her many wounds...
I love you...
"Let her go, Serge." A gruff voice called from behind...Serge obeyed as he turned to see Lynx...the smirk he carried with him always hadn't faded or dropped a bit. "You are sad." Lynx chuckled. "She doesn't matter anymore..." Lynx shook his head in dismay. "Only you matter Chrono Trigger." Lynx chuckled. "You have no emotions...you don't feel." Lynx turned his head to the side. "You are meant to not care...just do your job...fulfill your purpose." Lynx paused, "that is all you're good for."
"I don't have to abide by what my supposed emotions should be..." Serge sighed. "I...we ended this a year ago."
"But now it's back, Chrono Trigger...I'm back..." Serge didn't want to go through all of this again.
"Aren't I allowed to be happy?" Serge whispered.
"You have no need to be." Lynx stated simply.
How nice...
Not even allowed a life...
Not allowed a chance...
"I can't have you staying here. I would love to chat." Lynx sighed over-dramatically, "but as you know, I am a very busy feline." Lynx smirked, chuckling, "places to destroy, people to break." Lynx waved his hand. "You know...the normal routine." Serge closed his eyes in frustration.
Serge opened his eyes ready to say something, but he was in the middle of Guldove. "Great..." Serge sighed. "The day just can't get any better..." Serge mumble.
"Hello mon bon ami." Serge turned abruptly to the floating Harle's voice. Serge sighed. Serge answered his previous question sarcastically in his mind.
Yup...
Serge sat down, letting his legs hang off the side of the dock. "Hey Harle..." Serge said in false enthusiasm. Harle smiled nonetheless, sitting down next to Serge.
"Howz life?" Serge looked at Harle in a fashion that asked if she really needed to ask. Harle looked at her feet as they dangled downwards. They sat in silence for a while.
"You want to know what moi wants most in ze world?" Serge sat for a moment...pretty sure the answer was going to be him.
"What?" Harle smiled as if remembering something great.
"To be out with all of you...going against everyzing...the dragonz and fate...monsieur Lynx...to have all of zat back..." Harle smiled sadly. "Even if I wazn't traveling with you long..." Harle looked up at Serge. "It waz the bezt time...waz ze happiest I've ever been..." Serge looked thoughtful.
"Yea...I'd give the world to have it all back." Serge smiled bitterly...it hurt too much to think about...yet was too addicting not to.
"I remember all ze times we all wanted to quit...give up...and then you stopped uz...gave uz hope...kept us going...through everyzing..." Harle's bitter smile returned...to almost the equivalent of Serge's. "What happened to you?" Serge sighed, looking out upon the ocean...and it's crashing waves.
"I was-am the Chrono Trigger...my entire life meaningless but for the one purpose given to me...that purpose was not to live...or be happy...like everyone else's...I've been told, denied my life...and everything it should have been...I was controlled by fate who knew almost my every action before it was even thought...I had no true life...I wasn't supposed to...my purpose wasn't that...and still..." Serge sighed..."I was always the one keeping you all going...but in truth..." Serge paused, "I couldn't keep myself going...and the one who was keeping me going..." Serge closed his eyes, looking down. "Well..." Serge sighed, "she's gone now..." Harle nodded her head once. A silence hung in the air, as though everything was frozen...and for all Serge knew it could be.
"She means that much to you?" Harle asked hesitantly, afraid the answer. Serge sighed.
"I'd..."
"Give ze world..." Harle predicted Serge's words. Serge looked up at her with a bitter smile...it never seemed to leave.
Serge finished his sentence, "to have her back." Harle sighed...she seemed to be thinking.
"Serge..." Serge could tell Harle was holding back tears. "Then I'll help you..." Serge stared at Harle. Harle sighed. "In reality Lynx iz at Fort Dragonia...along with Kid." Harle shed a tear. "Go there...but remember...not everyzing is real...you may be dreaming...Lynx is just playing with your head...thiz iz like a game to him...he playz uz all...even moi..." Harle gulped down her tears. "Zat iz all I know..." Serge smiled.
"Harle." Serge's voice was soft...strong...caring...more like his old voice. Harle looked up at him. "Thank you..." Harle smiled...
"Glad to know zat Serge is still in there somewhere..." Serge laughed slightly...agreeing silently. There was another silence. "Can moi just ask one favor of you?" Harle asked quietly. Serge nodded in a reply. "When you come to zee Lynx I will be there as well..." Harle paused. "Rescue moi from him...I don't want to be a part of zis any longer...I don't want to be used...or deceived...no more..." Harle smiled. "Bezides I want to adventure with you all again..." Harle smiled softly. "I have to leave now...but promise moi you'll rescue me..."
"I promise." Serge didn't hesitate...and his voice was sincere. Harle smiled a gratitude.
"And moi promises not to let Lynx hurt Kid anymore..." Serge smiled a gratitude.
Everything then went blank...
But...
Through all the heartache...
The suffering...
Life goes on...
The world still thrives...
Off of pollution and adult themes...
The ocean still comes in and out...
Bringing the latest tides...
That are somehow the oldest...
Nothing will ever change...
Simply because...
Life goes on...
And maybe...
Maybe everything wasn't so bad...
And that is it for chapter 11...don't get me wrong I really hate Harle...but I dunno...she has a few moments...everyone does...but Marcy and Leena...and Pierre...god I hate them all...
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