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Chapter 1
It was dark. Which wasn't much of a surprise, mind you. It had been dark for a very long time. This dark, this was different. There was a feeling to it, a sort of sensation that couldn't quite be placed.
Sasha groaned, putting her hands to her aching head and opening her eyes a crack. Dark. As usual. She wasn't surprised, but maybe a little disappointed. This wasn't the dark she liked. The dark she liked was nice and dark, plain dark with no feelings whatsoever. This dark was oozing feeling, it was basking in feeling's wonderful glow and eating it with a gold spoon.
She closed her eyes again and leaned back against the wall, growling softly and wishing the nightmare might end. Of course, she knew it wouldn't. It had been going on longer than a nightmare might be expected to. Just as she was fading away into sweet nothingness a sound reached her ears. She hissed as a boot jabbed her sharply in the side.
"Wake up already, you useless bird." She opened her eyes quickly at the words; she hadn't realized that someone else was here too.
Of course, the second she saw him, her hopes dropped a little. He didn't look friendly, he didn't look nice. No, he looked just about the opposite, and the fact that his turquoise eyes held the fire of softly burning insanity did nothing to quench the fear that was suddenly rising from her stomach and into her throat. His lips twisted in a sneer as he looked down at her, and she quivered slightly at his gaze.
"Finally. Thought you were going to fade away like the rest of the idiots that made it here." He stood there looking at her shrink away from him. His gaze hardened. "Get up."
Sasha, not one used to taking orders, almost balked, but seeing the look in his eyes she got up awkwardly. He was good many inches taller then her, and she stood up taller, trying not to be any more intimidated by him. Of course, this didn't work, and she shrank again under his scrutinizing gaze.
"A girl. I've waited all these years and they send me a girl. Wonderful." The man sighed and shook his head, his silver hair fluttering about gently. Sasha stood taller, a little angered by the fact that he said 'girl' with that distasteful tone, like she was something that came in from the trash.
"I am not a 'girl'. Well, I am. But I'm also a warrior." Sasha stood proudly, glaring steadfastly into his eyes. The man was silent for a second, then burst out laughing.
"You?! A warrior?!" He managed to choke out between laughs. Sasha glared at him all the more. So she didn't look like much, and she wasn't as impressive as the others, but she knew what she had to know, dammit! She wasn't a pushover!
With practiced ease she slid her axe out of its holder and in less time than it took her to think she had the spear tip between the double blades pointing at the man's throat.
"Don't laugh." She growled. She had lost her home, her friends, been taken into darkness, and now she was being laughed at. There was no way that she was going to take any of this lying down.
The man stopped laughing, but it was a hard fight against the chuckles that were still rising in his throat and the smile that was tugging at his lips. Calmly, he raised his hand and pushed away the axe. Sasha glared at him, pulled her axe into a fighting stance, and refused to back down. Her wings fluttered angrily, sending tiny electric sparks into the air each time two feathers rubbed together.
The man gazed at her for a bit, then suddenly moved. Or maybe he didn't, she couldn't be sure. It didn't matter, because the next second her axe was on the ground and her back was to the wall, her hands scrabbling defiantly against the blade whose flat side was pushing painfully against her throat. The man looked down at her, an unfamiliar look in his eyes, and she growled up at him, furiously beating her wings in an effort to do something, anything.
"Not ready, not yet…" The looked at her thoughtfully, then suddenly released her, stepping back and turning around to think. "But maybe…"
Sasha collapsed to the floor, coughing. She was not liking this, not one bit. Her world was gone, everything she knew was turned upside down, and now she was stuck in this dark place with a freaking psycho who'd probably end up killing her. She glared up at him again, even though she knew he couldn't see her, and that's when she saw it.
One black-feathered wing was folded against the man's right shoulder. Its feathers glistened black and purple as it moved gently, fluttering as the man thought. Sasha reached out for her axe, sliding it back into its holder as she stood up. There was no use fighting, she was certain that she wouldn't be able so much as to move before he struck her. She stared at the wing, trying to figure out what kind it was. The people in her world had all sorts of wings, wings that were reminiscent of eagles, of gulls, of sparrows. Her own wings were shaped like those of a raven, a fact she had always liked. The man's wing, however, didn't seem to have the shape of any bird she had ever known. It looked more twisted, demonic… sort of, evil, almost.
She sighed and pulled her gaze away from it, turning instead to look at her surroundings. The man was lost in thought, and wasn't paying attention to her anymore, so she started walking around a little. There seemed to be some source of light, some dim glow that came from around them. There were walls, but there weren't. Sasha got a little confused as she looked around. Things appeared, but when she looked back they were gone. Then something new would pop up out of nowhere and more often than not scare the crap out of her.
"What is this place?" She asked suddenly, forgetting just who she was stuck here with. The man turned his head to give her an irritated look.
"Limbo." He said, and then went back to his thoughtful silence. Sasha watched him warily for a second, and then sat down with a sigh. Her wings fluttered anxiously as she struggled with her thoughts. Yes, her world was gone. She understood that, the darkness hadn't seemed too friendly and she didn't doubt the fact that her world no longer existed. Why, then, was she here? Why had she survived? The man had mentioned others, others who faded away. Maybe this was a crossroads for those who had escaped the darkness… or maybe a crossroads for those that were absorbed by it. Either way, it was a frightening thought. And what about the guy? She thought, looking over at him. Was he like her, stuck here because his world faded away and left him behind?
Just then he turned to look at her, and she looked away quickly, trying not to be caught looking at him. He stepped forward, grabbed one of her wings in her hands. She flinched, expecting his touch to be harsh, but he gently lifted it, looking at it thoughtfully.
"Where do you come from?" He asked, letting go of her wing. She fluttered it to straighten out the feathers, folded both wings tight against her back.
"Arithria." She said, turning to face him. There was no way she wanted to be caught with her back to him.
"Hm." He looked as if he actually knew where that was. Standing up, he got that thoughtful look in his eyes again, that look that seemed to diminish the flames of insanity. He walked away again, thinking whatever thoughts he thought.
Sasha was tired. She backed herself to a wall, wherever it was, and closed her eyes. She was just freaking tired.
End Chapter 1. Wheeee. Go ahead, review. Gimme your best shot. Eventually this will get funnier, wackier, crazier. Yes, Sasha is gonna meet a lotta people, and none of it is good. I get a little tired of people getting stuck in fics and it turning out grand for them. Sasha's not gonna have that kind of luck.
Laterz