Wings Of Punishment
Chapter 5: Dark
Hey there! Sorry it's been so long for updating but I had to plan out the next two chapters that really will start fleshing out how Dark and Krad became how they were at the beginning of the series. Soooo... read the new stuff!... and review! Don't make me beg, people!
Kyo's eyes opened. He winced in pain at the blinding white light and tried to cover his eyes. He sat up in what seemed to be infinite white... stretching on and on like a sheet of nothingness. He stood and looked around for the Cat's Eye in his pack, throwing his things everywhere looking for his treasure... only to find it gone.
He shoved everything he threw out back into his pack and began walking in the direction he faced, hoping to find something... anything to get him out of this place...
Things began appearing...slowly, one by one. A tree. A patch of grass. A house. More trees. Grass. More grass. Houses. A few people doing chores. Bits and pieces of towns. A run-down store. A tavern. More people. Patches of sky peeking out of the horizon. More people. More sky kept filling in the sky, large puffy clouds covering the blue.
He flipped around and he was totally immersed in a quaint little town, nothing of the infinite white left...
He walked over to one of the old ladies doing laundry, "Hey... um... where am I?"
She didn't respond and kept washing.
A vein popped out on his head, "Hey! Listen to me, old hag!"
She just sat there, washing.
Several veins started popping as he drew back his fist and knocked her in the head...until his fist just went right through her.
He jumped back, staring at his hand.
He slipped his hand out to her again, his hand permeating her skin like water without any ripples. He pulled it out and then walked over to test if he could go through other objects. He long jumped through a tree and stuck his head right through the wall of a cottage.
...After ogling several things he ought not have, he decided to try and figure out where he was. Though not being able to interact with any object around him he discovered he could still touch himself (not that way!) and sit down on things... which gets a bit weird when someone sits on...er... through you.
'Man... I can't figure this place out... I mean, am I even in a real place?' he pondered, sitting on an empty horse cart, watching the people bustle around.
He yawned and looked up at the sky, feeling at peace with everything...
He looked up when he heard screaming. An old woman was screaming at a guy who looked in his early twenties, holding a book in his hands.
"A wizard! That boy is a wizard! I saw 'im using those books o' his to make a tree grow in the forest! Nothing to it for 'im! Just grabbed a seed and made it grow!" she raved, picking up a stone from the ground.
Kyo ran over and tried to grab the stone from her hand, not realizing he was intangible and fell from his momentum. He saw the boy try to run away as she pulled back her arm to throw the stone at him.
He held out his hand, knowing if that one stone flew that more would fly and that boy would end up dead. He felt a searing hot pain slowly travel up his arm. He grunted in pain but he kept his arm out, not willing to let him die. The pain felt unbearable when it finally reached his palm, beads of sweat dripping down his body... and then it was released.
A ball of energy in a vacuum surrounded by dark purple energy forced the stone away and she stared down to where he was...
He tried to move his leg but it was stopped by the old woman's shin. '...The hell!' he screamed in his head, jumping up.
He tried to push some of the growing crowd out of the way, only to find that he was intangible again.
People started gathering in an even tighter crowd, amazed at the 'Disappearing Man.'
He ran out of the crowd and jumped into one of the buildings. He sat there, panting. Sitting back, a lock of his hair flipped down across his face and a sigh escaped from his mouth.
He laid there on the floor in the dark room, amazed at what had just happened. 'Was that... magic or something?' he thought to himself, trying to examine every possiblity.
'Maybe... I'm a ghost and I reached into the Living World? ...Naaaah,' he continued to ponder.
He sat there thinking, letting his thoughts wander. His eyes slowly became heavier and heavier, sliding closed. The seasons changed. Trees loosing their leaves and growing them back again, the world moving in fast-forward.
People moved away, people came back. Trees were cut down, and still more planted. Roads flowed through the countryside as merchants flowed in too. A tiny stream flowed down from the mountains, opening up the land for its torrents. The land sloping in, yielding to the water. Small buildings came up, others came down. Those first buildings made way for larger ones. And those for even larger ones. A bridge grew over the river and a clocktower shot up, its tone ringing out across the land.
...And yet he still slept.
He opened his eyes when a creaking sound in the roof began crackling through the whole structure. The beam in the center of the ceiling slowly began cracking, it making its way down the center of the grain. Kyo's eyes opened to see the beam falling downward towards him. He tried to jump up instinctively, not realizing it would go right through him. It landed right on top of him and he bolted upwards. The beam "sat" right in his stomach and he jumped up in surprise as he looked down and saw it.
He tripped out of the door as the rest of the roof collapsed in. The walls quickly followed as Kyo looked around at where he was. He flipped around, the village missing. The sky around him slowly turned to dark indigo as the sun set on the what the natives called the River Thames.
He walked slowly out of the cramped row of houses, all of them seeming dingy and run-down. A fog quickly started moving in like an invading army rushing through the streets. He stumbled along the cobblestone pathways, sometimes stumbling through people.
He finally got his bearings enough to stand up straight. Standing in front of him was a very Gothic-style church. He stepped closer, sculptures of angels catching his eye. He stepped right through the door into the midnight mass.
He sat down in the pew in the far back, watching the priest give his sermon in a language he didn't recognize. He noticed someone with long white sitting up in the front row. He shrugged it off, thinking it was some old lady. Then the figure stood up, a medium sized rosary connected to a very long lock of his hair.
He walked down the rows and his golden eyes narrowed as he stared in Kyo's direction.
Kyo sat there, dumbfounded. "Kenichi..." he breathlessly gasped.