This is Seena58, with the newest story ever! If you're thinking that it's weird that I'm starting another story without finishing the ones I already have, then, let me tell you, I am that type of person. Of course, it may take some time, but I'll manage. This would be my... fourth DNAngel fic, then.

This story is more of a mystery/horror/action-adventure/fantasy type of story, with hints of romance and all. I'm not too good at romance type scenes, but I think I can manage it.

Disclaimers: I don't own this, nor can I control where this story will go. The darkness is taking over... oh yeah; I own the newer introduced characters, obviously. All originals...

Summary for Chap I: "There is no need to fight back... for you have already lost..." The darkness is spreading, and there is no way out...

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Chapter I: Unknown Dread

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Dark clouds crept across the sky, filling the once clear void a dreary, murky grey colour, while the sun was pushed under the skyline as the darkness took over, with it the feeling of dread. The soft fluttering of wings rent through the unnatural silence, and the shadows of birds filled the darkening sky, leaving their wake a scattering of feathers. Even when they were out of sight, the whispering of the wind hung around, hovering weakly like a spirit that was trying to fight to be seen and heard. However, the heavy blanket of silence overpowered the sound, bringing the scene to a standstill.

Nothing but silence.

Darkness swept over the towering buildings within the city, wrapping them with the power, which sealed the city into a tight dome, allowing nothing to either enter or escape. Everything in sight was covered with the power. A cold power, which had entered unexpectedly, and had grown stronger each day it remained there, where no one could fight back.

The power was taking over. The silence was deafening. Not a single living creature could be seen within the smothering grasp of the unknown force. Only one person stood, alone, staring wistfully at the world outside, waiting for a sign, a symbol to tell him that not everything was lost. Silence floated in his head, but, still, he waited.

The sound of footsteps broke the silence unexpectedly, making him turn. The tapping continued, echoing eerily and rebounding within the magically enhanced dome. The sound was slowly growing louder – whoever it was, they were coming towards him. Each step seemed to be carefully measured, and the person was obviously in no hurry, as if they knew that he would not move. They were right, as he seemed glued to the floor, unable to move because of the gripping fear which had swallowed the last of his courage, immobilizing him completely. His eyes were wide with terror, sweat rolling off his forward as he was forced to stand there – in the stuffy silence, which was only broken by the echoing of steadily advancing footsteps.

Swirls of white mist began to weave their way towards him as the echoing became louder. His vision was obscured by the dark and the white mist, both circling around him, like a magical barrier, which didn't allow him ant movement. A soft, soothing voice, which held a hint of unknown venom, whispered to him, deep within the crevices of his mind, where he could not fight back.

"There is no need for you to run, you have nothing left now, so nothing matters anymore," the cold power seemed to seep through his skin, numbing every part of his body, "just let us end this... I do not want to play this little game with you anymore... we will finish it now..."

Something brushed his cheek, making his blood freeze in terror. His confidence had already crumpled under the mental assault, and his mind was no longer screaming for him to be running away. It was hollow, with the information sinking into him slowly. Everything he had loved, everything that had been precious to him... gone. It was all gone...

He felt his legs buckle under the crushing force of defeat, and, echoing with the footsteps, was the voice.

"Yes... give up. No more pain... for either one of us... no need to fight back, for you have already lost... let it all wash away... like the blood within your body... dripping away slowly..."

In the ringing silence which followed, the mist became thicker, filling his field of vision with clammy water-vapour. His eyes slowly began to lose its brightness, leaving no more than a deep faded amber glow. But before the voice could seal his fate away, however, a stronger, firmer voice called out, accompanied by faster running footsteps.

"Don't listen to that bastard! Wake up dammit!" it called furiously, "You're stronger than you think!"

With that, a larger body tackled him out of the mist prison and both people fell heavily against the floor. Once the colour had returned in his eyes, the smaller boy gave the other an astonished look.

"Run," said his rescuer – who was an older male – not bothering to push the violet strands of hair away from his face, "come on. Let's get out of here before he comes."

Hauling the smaller boy up with him, they both ran into the darkness, cutting through the thin tendrils of mist, and the air was filled with the sound of running footsteps and their heavy breathing. Behind them, they could hear the soft voice creeping behind them, like an invisible spirit.

"Why do you fight fate? You cannot escape it, no matter how hard you try..."

"Ignore it," commanded the taller boy sharply, keeping a firm grip on the other's wrist, "we will be getting out of this hell hole. We still have time--"

"It is too late..."

Both boys stopped running abruptly. The voice had definitely been closer that time and calm footsteps advanced upon the pair. The older of the two swore under his breath, before pulling the smaller one to face him. Amber eyes met amethyst.

"I'll slow him down. You keep running. Don't look back, no matter what you hear," he gave his host an encouraging push in the direction of escape, "don't worry about me, I'll be fine!"

The smaller boy stumbled slightly, only taking a few steps forward before turning around, "No! I'm not leaving without you!"

His voice shook with uncontrollable fear, but he stayed where he was, trying hard to ignore his mind, which was, once again, shrieking that he shouldn't be there, but running for dear life.

"We don't have time to be arguing about this!" the other bellowed sharply, not turning around, "Run, or he'll end up getting both of--"

His sentence was cut short by a sudden blast of red energy, which cut through the darkness like a knife. Swearing, the older boy formed a transparent shield in front of him, protecting the two, before giving the smaller boy a cold look, obviously trying to say that he would brook no arguments.

"I'm doing this to protect you!" he yelled, as the spell hit the shield with incredible force, "So don't just stand there like an idiot and run already or you won't have a chance!"

Concern and worry filled the amber eyes, "But--"

His other smirked confidently, "Don't underestimate me, kid."

With a final, long look, the smaller boy ran, leaving is alter ego behind to face the unknown force on his own. Silence filled the air once more as he ran, forcing himself not to take in the urge to look behind, where the beams of black and red energy were doing battle. Repeating the words that his other half had said under his breath shakily, he did his best to cover as much distance between himself and the cold power.

The silence was filled with his feet pounding against the floor and his sharp, ragged gasps as he proceeded.

A scream rent through the air, and his blood ran cold, feet freezing in its tracks. His heart was beating painfully against his ribcage as he stood there, trying to regain control of his breathing, trying to get his mind to stop telling him what he didn't want to hear.

He wasn't... he couldn't be... he had promised...

Summoning every last strand of courage within him that had not faded away in the first wave, he turned slowly, planning to check, to make sure that his suspicions weren't true. But when he reached that point, a wave of mist engulfed him, trapping him where he stood. Flailing wildly in an attempt to escape, he could feel his skin tingle unpleasantly as all the energy in him was being drained to the bone. His movements became sluggish before finally coming to a standstill. Crumpling to the ice cold floor below him, he managed to whisper weakly, in an attempt to call his other half, "No... Dark..."

The voice that replied was not Dark's.

"All gone," it was the voice again, the cold voice with no emotion and no pity, and it was standing right above him, "no one is left to protect you from me. And now..."

He felt a clammy hand under his chin and winced at the power it seemed to possess – a dark power that even he could not understand – as he was forced to look up at his captor. He made out the blank, blood red eyes, the thin white lips twisted into a cruel smile, and the stands of wispy hair that made out the shapeless face.

"No one left," he repeated softly in his ear, "it is all over..."

The white mist entered the captive's body and he screamed in agony. The power tore inside of him, shredding the very source of his existence, and tears of pain and grief welled in his eyes. Through the haze, he could see the large amount of pure red energy closing in on him.

"No more..."

The pain was unbearable; the cold was growing stronger, the blood red eyes whispering his death...

In the dark of night, Niwa Daisuke woke up, screaming.

---- To Be Continued ----

Hmm... I don't know if I really got the creepy feeling going, but I think it will do for now, until I can bother to redo it (which I will, but not now). The main idea of this story is to bring the feeling of suspense to its highest peak and then send all the people crashing in on themselves. Nevertheless, a good start is required, and I hope this is it.

If you noticed, I jump from different descriptions of the character in this, instead of just saying 'him'. I have really got to fix that up, but I'm doing that later. Okay?

If you ask me, this came from after I read a DNAngel fic called "Haunted", by neko-nya and I really liked how spooky and scary it was. It isn't finished yet, but I strongly suggest that you read it anyway. It influenced me, so the whole spooky thing is from that (kinda. I try to stay original if possible) so, I just want to make that clear to everyone.

Liked it? Hated it? Reasons? I would really appreciate it if you told me what you thought about it. That way, I can become a better writer and do even better fanfics. Thank you!

WANTED: I am looking for a beta reader for this story, or at least some suggestions on art piece names, because I have NO imagination whatsoever, and I don't want to have to keep referring to everything they steal 'it', 'painting' and 'thing'. Oh yeah, I don't even know any Japanese, so that's a major kick in the arse for me. Yup, I really hate myself for that now.

OTHER: Just to wrap it up, if you don't like dark-type fics, then you can always read the Wonderful World of Ramblings (lots of humour and whatnot) or you can always read the extremely confusing and relaxed The Flames of Time (no action, sadly, that's why there's more to this than first meets the eye... heh, will say more when it's done). And then there's One too Many Crossovers (new, but loads of humour. What more could you ask for?) which is, well, just read the name and I think you'll get the picture.

Well, that's all for now, and I hope that you liked reading this first Chapter as much as I enjoyed typing it (of course, I didn't enjoy it EXACTLY, because... I'm working on... what was it?... four fictions at the same time. I'm not going to complain, 'cause as long as you read it, then I'm happy!) and I am hoping that you will be back to find out what's happening!

Until then... beware the darkness... -Seena58

Sadly, the WWoR was kicked off 'cause it ws in script format. I'll fix it up later, but if you want the script version, send an email and I'll be obliged to. Other than that, take care!

Oh yeah, OMC will be up later! Um... near the 13th of August, okay? Okay...

Put up: 06/08/04