::Aurthor's note::

Ah, I'm annoying you all with these short little chapters still aren't I? I'm so sorry for the lack of updates. I've been busy with... erm... Well! I was sick puking up a lung the other day. Not literally but if I threw up anymore I would of! Anyhow, I'm back on track and writing. Experimenting with different ways to write too. Enjoy!::

::Jet::

I never thought I would have to be alone again... but here I am, alone sitting in a town in the middle of no where. It's been a week since I left, and so far traveling, I heard nothing of them... Why should I worry though? There isn't a reason to return. I am a lone drifter, one who cares of nothing... No matter where I shall end up, that is where I'll be. The past cannot be changed, no matter how I wish if could. The past is how it is. I have no past, but at least I made myself something... even if that something is nothing. I would rather have any other fate but this...It's already to late though. I'm alone on the side of myself. I just wish... I could fade away.

Light, it was everything. No hidden darkness crept anywhere. Was it death? Or was it a new beginning? A song, it echoed deeply into the distance and through ones' mind. Truly, this was peace. Feeling as if he was floating, Jet stood in the midst of it all, gazing upon a tree.

"W-where am I?" He muttered half under his breath. Taking a few steps forward, he placed one of his bare hands upon the tree, feeling warmth pour into his dark soul, but the rest of the light grew dark and the tree withered and died. Stricken by fear, he stammered back, turning to run. There was no where to run or hide, but he fled into the darkness. Each step making him sink deeper and deeper into it till it became like a shadow devouring him.

"No! Stop it!" He cried struggling through the darkness, trying to get the grasp of cold to let him go. "Please!" Struggling more, he shoved his way out of it, running once again. Each time, the darkness grew deeper with new things forming. Spiders.... Demons, monsters. All appearing in the darkness.

Finally, he no longer could run. Sinking into the darkness there was nothing left but to give up. Relaxing within the cold, the float less feeling vanished. Warmth was becoming nothing but bitter cold, and sight was dimming. His body sank deep into the pitch black, the song still ailed in a holy tune of angels singing.

Feathers deploying from his body, piecing apart creating blood in what seemed to be water. Everything was drifting away upwards where he couldn't reach. Reaching up a hand, he tried to open his eyes in a last attempt to reach out for the heavens, if they existed or not. A small light strived above, even that was vanishing.

"C-Clive...." He whispered under his breathe. Finally, total cold set in. His body becoming numb, a part of the darkness.

Taking a deep breath, he ran a hand through the silver locks. Nightmares.... Something that has been plaguing him for the last week. How.... He hated it. He could feel himself shutter from it, but in a way smirk from the mere presence of fear. Laying back into the covers, his eyes passed over a window that let light flood into the room. Morning had come, and well. This wasn't a hotel or inn exactly.

It was exactly two days ago when a girl found him stranded in the middle of no where. He was exhausted and fainted from the hot weather. She was kind enough luckily to take him in. So far, he was almost done recovering, however never muttered a thank you to the girl. It was always silence staring back to the window. He wanted to thank her, it was just that a part of him was stuck into his dream. He let himself become devoured in that vortex like before with no one to pull him free. He didn't want to either....

Covering himself with the sheets to block out the world, lightly he whimpered to himself trying to think what to do with himself from now on.

Nothing... Nothing is valued to me anymore. What am I to look to? I have no friends... no one cares for me, and I don't want anything to do with money... Urgh, I can't believe I'm even thinking of this!

Hearing the door open, he sat up half way to see who had walked in. Once again it was the girl with a tray of food. Sweetly she smiled placing the tray on Jet's lap. She didn't wait for a thank you. She was growing to use to such cold behavior from the drifter.

Flopping down onto the bed, the sound of the plate shattering on the cold floor caught his attention. It was almost a routine by this point. The woman would place a plate of food for the young drifter, and the most he would do was snub the food. Seeing another part of the new routine be put into action, he watched the woman walk over and begin to clean up the mess he created. Softly sighing, this time, he would change the routine. It was better than sulking to himself for the rest of his days.

"Why?" He asked softly to her.

It was an obvious surprise to the woman to hear his voice for the first time.

"You haven't asked me anything... My name... my past... what had happened. You take care of me with no question. Why?"

The woman softly sighed, shaking her head walking over to the lonely drifter sitting to his side. "Because... You're a stray..."

'A stray?'

I didn't think of it then, but those words were so true back then. I was a stray, betrayed, beaten, and confused I was running away from my problems not daring to go back, but as all strays end up, they always are loyal.

Days seemed to have flooded by without questions, and Jet took his leave with no answers. With no questions, how could he answer? The building pain in his chest increased while he traveled the waste land alone. The world to him was becoming a deeper shade of grey. The world was dead. With a grin plastered on his face, pain was his least worries. Pain, it was so simple to hide.

::Clive::

The fact that Jet had left was a hard fact alone, but how I used him... I hurt him beyond anything, getting along was more difficult than anything. I was wasting my life away trying to keep distant from my fellow comrades wasting money and time on drinking heavily. At night, sometimes I shook awake wondering how I awoke that night... or to find a stranger in my bed. Each time, I became sicker and sicker with grief realizing how much I missed him...

Laying in the comfort of a bed, Clive took off his fogged glasses rubbing the side of his head. Sudden sharp pains shot through his skull causing the man to jolt with a whine. With a bottle in his hand still, he whined some more giving a soft whimper. "Can't you see? I'm nothing without you... Please, forgive me." He mumbled half under his breathe letting his hot tears roll down his cheeks.

I hate myself...

::Authors Notes:

Hehe, having a few friends pushing me to continue this fic is great. Keeps me occupied despite having other things to do. Ah, I'll get to them. Though getting a bad grade in the process.