HELP!
"Help!" The cry went unanswered, "Kiba, Tsume... Pops. Someone... please."
Her sobs were silent as she limped along the shelf, clutching the mutated leg, "Damn him." She muttered, "Damn him!"
Out of nowhere, the same monster who pushed her over came, holding out his arms, just like he used to, smiling that idiotic grin.
She growled and lunged forward, screaming at the unadulterated pain the sudden movement caused the split bones. She watched him as he fell from above her, slowly at first, then coming faster and faster. Amazingly enough, she reached out and actually touched his body as it made a solid thump with the ground.
When all that's lost is found...
When all that's been found is lost...
Crying, she pulled herself up, leaning over his limp form, shaking it with bloodstained hands.
"How dare you abandon me that way? I thought you were my mate, I thought you loved me!" She cried openly into the dust stained shirt, slowly comeing to enough to notice that he wasn't really there. She was grabbing onto Kiba's shirt, trying her hardest not to suddenly scream out his name. Then she saw him again.
She opened her mouth, but no words came out. 'Kiba!' She tried to yell, 'Kiba, he's behind you! The little traitor is directly behind you.' Her mouth would not open, not for the life of her.
That night, thousands of thoughts raced around her mind, and the harder she tried to grasp one, the further away it would get. As though taunting her, saying, 'Here, try to remember me... But you can't now can you?'
She shivered, huddling up even tighter into the corner of the wet, dark, cold area that they were sleeping in.
When all else seems to be gone,
When you feel you can't hold on.
That's when we all scream...
That's when we 'need'
That morning, or so she guessed, a light haired tall man, dressed in black woke her. His voice was rough, and it grated sharply on her ears. She screamed as he tried to stand her up, onyl to watch him remove his hands from her in shock and fear. There was the dark haired one... Kiba! And the young woman who was constantly by his side. All she could remember was that the young woman had something to do with flowers... but... what was it!
She buried her head in her hands in confusion and puzzlement. 'I just can't remember.' Sleep slowly over came her, along with the nightmare. The one where a handsome young man... Hige? takes a shot, ment for herself... Me? I'm... Blue. In doing so his brains get explode from his scalp, pouring blood and bone all over her outfit... Oh my god! Hige, my precious, precious Hige! ... His corpse knocks her off the sheer cliff, banging her into the shelf below... My leg, that's why... oh dear god... her leg snaps in a funny position, his corpse just falls into the ravine below... Hige! Come back to me! Please take me with you! I... I...
When light turns to dark,
And nothing can be salvaged from this wreck...
That's when we call
That's when we need and scream and cry...
Night and day were all jumbled, she couldn't even tell if she was in a shelter, or out in the open, buzzards picking at her soon to be corpse, though there was a hand. A cool, relieving, welcoming hand.
It always put her at rest. On the times the hand touched her before sleep, she would remember happy times with a group of wolves... was she a wolf?... and more intimate ones with another wolf, he had a collar, and yellow coat on... who was he? Why did he stir such feelings of warmth inside of her?
She woke up, staring into the chocolate brown eyes of the one who drove her insane, though she couldn't remember why he did, or how. She reached out, stroking his face, playing with his hair...'Who are you?' She asked, only to get the response of his body changing, morphing. It became old and writhered. Graying hair and ice cold eyes, 'Why are you torturing me?' She asked calmly, remembering that face. Slowly she sat up.
'Where am I?' She looked around, huddled around her were three forms, she walked to each one, touching their face until she remembered their names, but they didn't react to her touch, they just starred emptily to the wall before them.
"Kiba, Tsume... Hige..." Then it all rushed back to her... Pops shot Hige!
Then she turned, seeing herself in the worst way ever. Two dead, blody and mangeled bodies were found. Her own dark fur, torn and matted with dried blood, and Quent, half his face torn off, and many body limbs spread about the place. The corpses were at least ten days old... on that stupid ledge.
That's when we need
Desire,
Deserve
Help.
When we give up
When we die, and...
When we...
dissapear.
When all seems bleak,
And we can't make it on our own
We cry for
Blue smiled sadly, "That's what happened, I remember now." Tears flew from her eyes as the flowers parted, making way for the newest arrival to their domain of forever happiness.
Help.
AN. Hey, this one was about Blue's lost soul, and her delusional race to find what was once her's but is no more. The hand that I was talking about was the hand of God, or whatever the wolves have, which just happens to be the flower madien. So I guess it was her hand.