Anyway, yea.
It's rather short, so I'm also sorry for that.
Tests are coming up next week, again...
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Suntiger:
Yea, I know Hiei's acting out of character. I was trying to get a certain perspective on him, with mixed emotions and stuff, but I guess I didn't get it quite right.
For Everyone who said the last chapter was confusing:
My greatest gift in life, is confusing people. XD
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Thanks to everyone who reviewed!
Memories
My eyes flickered open, and I sat up, wondering what I was doing on the ground and why was it so hot? Not to mention, what happened to the lights? They were all dim, and reddish. I'm so going to call the electrical company…
Wait…
Why was the ground… wet?
Jumping up, I hastily tried to wipe off some liquid, a stupid thing to do.
Of course it didn't come off, so I raised my hand towards my face and wondered what the liquid I had been lying on was.
My hand was a rusty red color, and I tilted my head, what kind of liquid was a rusty red color.
Blood.
I stared wide eyed at my hand, and fought the urge to scream.
Where was I?
Shakily rubbing my hand on my pants, I cast a look around.
Immediately, I regretted it.
I was in some kind of clearing, no longer in my new house.
The sky was cloudy, and fires burnt here and there. The red orange flames licked at anything it could find. The ground was brown, and wet, tainted with blood.
But the freaky thing was…
Not all of the blood was red. There was blue, black, green liquids that felt exactly like blood, but just wasn't the same color.
And then I saw him.
It was Red.
But he didn't look the same.
Sure, his physical features were all the same, the same clothes, the same hair and the same eyes.
No…
Not the same eyes.
Instead of the insecurity, and all the emotions that reflected in his eyes, like when I met him, those crimson eyes were filled with bloodlust.
Freaky.
The fact that he held a blood stained katana in his hand, and was standing over bodies of people-no, creatures didn't help.
That's when I noticed the bodies.
Here, there, everywhere.
My breath caught in my throat, as I took a step back and tripped over a body.
A green, scaly, blue eyed lizard looking like body to be exact.
And a squeaky noise escaped my mouth, as I stared at the lizard things face.
Where… was I?
What the hell is that?
Why… Why was everything so different?
Finally, the smell of blood, newly killed carcasses, and smoldering flesh reached my nose. Gagging, I felt faint and felt myself hit the ground again.
Fainting twice in one day.
I was on fire.
His crimson eyes stared coolly at me, through the darkness gathered in my imagination.
Who was he?
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Trapped.
Lost.
And Frightened.
A small 10 year old girl. Tears rapidly sliding down her cheeks.
A middle-aged woman, most likely the small girl's mother. Skin, ghastly pale. On a white hospital bed. Machines all around her. Beeping, slower, and slower.
"Tears don't fit you, my dear." The woman whispered, weakly reaching over to the girl, wiping away her tears with her pointer finger.
And then her arm dropped, and a long, never ending beeping sound filled the room.
"No…"
Beep.
"This isn't happening…"
Beeeeep.
"Mommy…"
Beeeeeeeeep.
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"Don't go!"
I scrambled to my feet, breathing heavily, and looking around startled.
Refrigerator. Counter. Bread. Butter. Table. Coffee Machine. And a whole lot of other crap.
I was back in my new house, in the kitchen.
I could feel the tears well up in my eyes, but I quickly blinked them away.
I wouldn't cry, I promised.
What the hell happened?
That scene, and then that memory…
Not a good mix.
I put a hand on the refrigerator door, and closed my eyes.
Breathe in.
Breathe out.
Breathe in.
Breathe ou-
Something cold was placed at the bare skin at the back of my throat. Something cold, hard, and metal.
"I'm your worst nightmare girly." A gruff voice whispered in my ear, a snicker following it.
Once again, my breath was caught in my throat.
I really was on fire.
"Don't panic, I'm only here for my revenge." The voice snickered, the metal thing was pushed harder into me and caused my to lean forward a bit.
Breathe in.
Breathe out.
Breathe in.
Stay calm, Jo, stay calm.
"Don't panic… I'm only here to kill you."
Okay.
Some insane mass murder.
I could get myself out of this.
Click.
Oh shit.
He loaded the gun.
Start to panic Jo, start to panic.
This day just got better and better.
Hei Huo