My Immortal
By: Cabalistic
Disclaimer: i dont know dbz... oh wait that came out wrong... i dont own dbz XD
A/N: I looked back at my story and see how I first wrote and I hate it so I rewrote the first chapter in a better format. Yes I know you're all waiting for new chapters, which I am currently working on.
So I'm rewriting the previoius chapters out of boredom; enjoy them for the meanwhile! Sorry about this to all of you impaitent ones .
Chapter One: Chase of a Lifetime
The forest went dead silent as the dark stranger entered the forest. This stranger had the aura of death around him and he wore a battered armor, lined in dried blood. His hair flamed like the fire of hell and his eyes were the cruelest feature of him. One gaze could force a grown man to his knees. All the animals went silent and suddenly the alive forest was as quiet as a graveyard. The stranger rode a black horse, as dark as he, that tossed its head impatiently.
He got off his horse, tying it to a tree. The horse snorted and pawed the ground as its master sharpened his senses, looking for one thing. Suddenly it came like thunder to him, the crashing down of undergrowth of the forest and the frantic breathing of a girl as she ran, pushing past the sea of green in her path.
He smirked and his fist tightened at his side, knowing that she was there. Foolish girl.
Within the forest, a girl ran in the thick sea of green. She heard the animals go silent, she heard the forest go dead and she knew in her heart that he was there. Her blue hair flew in the wind as she churned her feet in the forest, trying to go faster. The green veils above her cast dark emerald shadows at her feet and she felt her heart soar with the scenery. The plants in front of her became thick barriers as she pushed her way past.
But this was no ordinary game of tag. It was a life or death game. Her life was at stake and so was the treasure she held in her hands.
And no one could run forever. Soon she would have to surrender or be caught. She couldn't evade the truth forever. For nothing lasted forever.
Athick branch scratched her bare arm, she tripped over a thick root andthe vines tangledaround her. Yet she ignoredall ofthese distractions: brushing aside the branch, stumbling then running again, and pushing aside the vines. For there was no pain worse than the death that followed behind her.
He smelled her scent on all the branches and he could see the frantic path she had created in her fright. The path was a straight arrow, leading him towards his prize, leading him towards her. The wind blew then died instantly when it touched him. Son of death, son of hell, prince of the underworld:it was who he was.
And he had come to claim his prize. "It's time to end this," His voice was a sinisterly kind whisper. The wind carried his voice to the girl as a warning that he was ready to tear through the forest and rip apart through every living thing in order to get to her.
"Get ready for the end."
She screamed inaudibly for help but all the creatures in the forest were frozen, dead, as though the animals were not in existence. She gasped for air as she stopped, hearing his voice in her ear. He was here, behind her somewhere, underneath the same green roof as she was.
She clutched her treasure to her chest. She needed more time. She needed to think.
If anything, she wished to curl into a ball and become one with the scenery. Cast a spell and disappear from the visible world.
But all spells needed time, which she didn't have.
Suddenly the green, peaceful world around her, crashed, ripping apart and thunder pounding with her heartbeats that vibrated in her mind. "Help me," she whispered, leaning against the tree. "Help me please..." There was no one there to help her for once. There was nothing she could do. Once again, she was the helpless girl that could do nothing but watch as her world was destroyed around her.
She slammed her eyes shut as the noise became louder, like the clashes of a waterfall around her. Soon the sounds were all around her, the sounds of destruction, the sounds of killing, the sounds of death. Finally she looked down at her treasure and did a choice that had echoed in her ears as long as she remembered. She opened her mouth and forced the object down her throat. A tickling feeling followed and her body sizzled with new energy.
Suddenly the noise stopped and she shut her eyes again, her body tensing for her death.
A hand caught her chin.
The touch of his skin was warm, burning her as she opened her eyes and looked up into his face. His eyes were deadly and she was caught in the spell. He smirked and she felt his piercing gaze drive a hole through her heart. "Caught you."
He looked down to her chest and his gaze froze when he saw the treasure was gone. "What did you do with it?" He hissed angrily, grabbed her neck and forcing her upward, to look at him.
She choked for air and seethed, "Gigara!" Her open hand in his face collected angry energy of blues and blacks and exploded in his face.
He released her in the smoke and she fell to her knees, coughing for air. The smoke cleared and she saw him, standing above her. Now that she was on the floor and he stood above her, she felt small and insignificant when she realized that her attack had done no real damage to him.
"Nicely played, princess," He said, his lips curling back into a dark smirk. "But let's compare." He held a hand up and suddenly a red gleam appeared. The forest reflected the scarlet light as it sizzled into electric energy.
He held it above her, his face set into an evil sort of gleam. "Fine," she whispered, "kill me."
He laughed and the sound of it made a shiver crawl down her spine. "Kill you? No, I still need that damned fruit of Interdit. This forest, however, needs a makeover." A glint flashed through his eyes and horror gripped the woman.
"No!" She screamed, reaching upward, "I won't let you!"
Too late though, as the beam erupted, flashing all around the pair, as it blinded the girl from the intense light.
Then came the horrible sound of the forest exploding and the sounds of intense screeching of the frozen creatures. Cracking, splintering sounds came from the age old trees.
Inside the girl, she felt a flash spark through her mind, for she was connected to all sources of life. She clutched her head and screamed as she felt death, death, death all around her, swallowing her completely in pain and agony.
When the smoke cleared and the light faded, he looked at the girl and saw her, lying there. "Pathetic woman," he jeered at her. He looked around him and confirmed that the fruit was gone. "This damned woman ought to know where it is," he grumbled, throwing the girl with ease over his shoulder.
His horse trotted up to him and snorted as its master climbed onto it, tying the girl to the saddle. He left the ruin behind him as he turned, smoldering behind him. A path came visible when he clenched his fist, yet it was faint and twisted, much like the woman's future fate.