Tic: OMG I FINALLY GOT AROUND TO WRITING A FANFIC THAT I ACTUALLY WROTE OMG OMG OMG---
Colette: I'm sorry.
Tic: What for?
Colette: NOT TO YOU TO EVERYONE ELSE BECAUSE I CAN'T MAKE YOU SHUT THE HELL UP
Everyone: o.o;
Disclaimer: DO YOU SEE ME IN A HUGE MANSION ORDERING BUTLERS AROUND AND USING MONEY AS CONFETTI?!?!?!?! NOOOO!!! So I don't own Tales of Symphonia. kthxbai
Tic: Also, this IS my first fanfic... so I want lots of pointers... yeah... :nodnod: because I have a feeling that... something's wrong... lol :) It's the story of Anna's life (almost, thinking of doing some flashbacks but its basically from Iselia Ranch onwards...) told from Anna's POV... just in case you didn't know... yeah... I haven't seen a story like this so I thought I would write one? :nodnod:
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"Get up, human."
His tone was not filled with the same cruelty he used on the others. He did not kick me. His voice held the same honeying, sickening love one uses for precious, valuable artifact. I knew that he would not hurt me. He would only try to frighten me.
Even though I knew that my life would be easier if I cooperated, I refused to stand. Instead, I only curled my fingers around the rock I had tripped over, tears blurring the rough triangular stone. Finally my antagonist seized my arm and wrenched me up with careful but forceful pull.
"It would do you no good to refuse, Anna," Kvar said gently, smiling at me haughtily. I hated those devilish eyes, that whining, thin voice, that thin, curling mouth. I hated him! But I could not do anything except stare at him with hating eyes. "Move along now," he cried, talking to both me and the guards that were escorting me.
"Where are we going?" I asked in a pitifully thin voice, trying to delay my entrance into the prisoner shipment vehicle. It was a dreadfully cramped and hot car. I had heard quite a few stories of the numbers of prisoners that had died in similar vehicles. I could see the same frightened look on the prisoners that were to be shipped with me. At least I would not be alone.
"You know already. Don't you remember?" He was annoyed, I could tell. "You are to be sent to the Iselia Human Ranch. Please behave yourself there. You will probably be driven back a few months from now. I shall be waiting for you. Move along now!" The Desian guards were less gentle than Kvar. I was his precious experiment, the one human who had proved to be both compatible and strong enough to survive the cultivation procedure. Now a Cruxis Crystal grew within me, still young and harmless, but I knew it would soon turn into a possessing thing that would eat me alive, absorb my consciousness and toss away my body.
I bounced off the wall of the vehicle and crumpled into a heap, my entire body aching. The other prisoners were thrown in with me. I could hear Kvar reprimand the guard: "Be careful with the Angelus Project, you buffoon!" I heard a resounding thud as Kvar's staff presumably came down on the guard's head, but the door was slammed shut at that same instant, plunging us into total darkness.
"I... I'm scared..." murmured one of the younger prisoners, a girl who sounded as though she was around 15 years of age.
"Don't worry," I said in a quavering voice. Then, I added a bit more confidently, "I'm sure we'll get to Iselia just fine. I heard that their ranch is VERY close to the village itself, so we can try to escape and hide on its outskirts." In the darkness I was almost certain I could feel the child nod. Feeling peaceful, now that I had calmed the child, I leaned backwards against the cool steel wall of the car. It would not remain cool for long, as we would be traveling beneath the blazing sun. But for now I would indulge in its meager comfort.
The rest of the journey went smoothly without any noticeable event. We got very hungry, however, and thirsty as well. Whenever we made a stop, which was around every two days, the door would open. Blinded by the bright sunlight streaming in, we would quietly take the bread crusts, moldy fish, half-drunken water, and other bits and pieces left over from the Desians' lunch, all the parts that they could not eat or would not eat. It was a gross meal, that was certain, but it was all we had. I refused to eat at first, giving all my food to the other prisoners, but soon I grew so famished that I ate my share anyways.
After two weeks of those horrible conditions the vehicle jolted to a stop so suddenly all of us were thrown into the wall. Before we could pick ourselves up the door opened, sending us sprawling to the floor. I groaned as my ankle jabbed against the transportation vehicle sharply and pain sliced into my leg like a spark of fire. I felt embarassed suddenly, because I was in such a painful, comical position. For the instant that I was on the ground I wondered how the others felt and what the Desians thought of me, the most precious item of this meager package of humans, and the most clumsy also.
"So these are the new transfers?" a smooth male voice said. I hastily got up, brushing off my crumb-covered, stained, brown-colored dress. The man who spoke was quite handsome, with glinting red-brown eyes and sea-green hair. But, though his voice was smooth and appealing, it was tinged with a hard cruelty, even more so than Kvar. I noticed with a sickening flip of my stomach that his left arm had been replaced by a golden, cannon-like appendage, and his right eye covered by an eye patch. I wondered how he would look without these accessories.
"Hmmm... they look able, though a bit scrawny compared to my own prisoners..." he muttered. I felt myself flush with anger when he said "my own prisoners." How could he even think that?
His working eye hardly lingered on my as he scanned our "scrawny" bodies, but as he glanced at me a second time he noticed the glowing red crystal embedded into my hand. He smiled softly, a bit of maliciousness dancing in his face. "So you're the Angelus Project Kvar was so excited about. Well, I'll make that Crystal evolve much more... evolve into a PERFECT Crystal... that old geezer can't do crap with the way he's trying to do things." He paused now, cradling his chin in his good hand. Finally he looked up, resumed his proud stance, and beckoned the guards to escort us in.
He paused again by the door, then turned around and stared directly into our eyes. I shivered at how he was able to look at all of us at the same time with only one eye. "My name is Forcystus," he said at last. "Welcome to my ranch... Iselia Ranch. I hope you'll enjoy your stay." He began to laugh, a laugh that made me shudder half from a strange sort of attraction and half from a raw, pure, terrifying fear.
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Tic: And... THAT'S THAT!!!
Genis: Oh, it's one-shot?
Raine: A one-shot? WHERE?! I SIMPLY MUST EXAMINE IT!
Tic: -.- no, it's not a one-shot. That's that for the FIRST CHAPTER.
Genis: Oh... okay. Well, I'll... just wander off now o.o :wanders off:
Tic: So, anyway... please read and review... you know you want to... give pointers on how to make my story better.... Yeah... kthxbai :leaves: