To Tame a Beast

GOMEN!

Ya, sorry for taking so long to up data… and unfortunately, no this isn't the second to last chapter…this is the third to the last chapter…. I got tired of fighting with it… I hate evil writers block… not the block of not knowing what to write… it's the 'I know what needs to be done and what to write….its just arguing with the words I use…' So no, we aren't at the end just yet….. One more chapter, then it'll be at its ending epilogue……. Hopefully n n

Note: the chapter's beginning states in the future, and then jumps back into the pasted, working its way back to the point in the beginning of the chapter… but since I kept fighting with what I was writing… the point at the beginning of the chapter will not be reached until the next chapter…so.. hehe… warning of cliff hanger…

Chpt. 17 The Grace of Doom

It had to be here somewhere. Throughout the course of the bloody chaos he had seen it. Shouts, and cries on the com let him know it was not an illusion. But why couldn't he find if now? Then, the distractions of his duty kept him from going after it. The dark shadow had looked over him once or twice, but it never became nothing more. It had to still be here! Sweat fell down over his brow, but he didn't bother to brush it away, even though it blurred his vision. The muscles in his arm ached, crying out in pain. He was past his limitations. The course of this war's bloody end had taken a hard toll on his body. Moving the guymelef now was just an automatic response. His red exhausted eyes scanned the crimson stained rocks. Bodies had become such a common sight to see here and it was beginning to numb his nerves. The colors of the uniforms were mostly the same though. Celtic had learned its lesson hard, but nothing here had gone as planned. Total mayhem had broken out on this field in the matter of minutes; no one was listening to the orders being called out, not that they could hear them. It had been complete and utterly mayhem. The water that surrounded him felt slightly warm now. This was the sign of overheating in the energist chambers. But he didn't care, he wasn't stopping.

Voices called over the com system, orders were still being given on some part of the field. The battle had all but subsided. Somewhere soldiers of Celtic were still fighting their losing battle. It was pointless now they had lost much of their forces, and probably their king. They were ruler less, and divided up by what little of the Zaibach main forces that were still functional. It had happened too fast. The numbing shock had died down by now, but the reflexes that had developed throughout this battle still remained. Any sudden movement that came below his flying Alseides, he jolted his guymelef to the side. It had to be here somewhere. The flames that flickered around below him could not have killed it. Nothing seemed to be able to do that – fires; death only seemed to feed its rage. The water around him was becoming hotter, if he didn't land soon or turned his guymelef around, it was going to overheat. That was if the machinery didn't lock up first in mid air and send him falling through the sky like a stone. Gripping down on the controls he pushed onward.

"Di..ndau," a voice came crackling on the com, it was the first tine in a while that anything said on the com was for him. Shesta's voice was not very clear; Dilandau was traveling out of his range. "Fo..en is ..allin .. bac …. Vione…. Ple … pond." The words were almost lost behind the static, he could barely understand them. Not that he was really paying any mind to them, his eyes remained scanning the rocky, blood ridden terrain. There was no way, no way in hell he was just going to give up. He has to find it. If he did, it was likely that she would be there.

"Di…dua … ease …. repo…"" The crackling voice came again. The water around him was starting to become uncomfortable. There was nothing else he could do; if the Alseides overheated he could not continue his search. That would do him no good, maybe it was better he returned to the Vione now while he still could, and come back with a fresh guymelef. It was logical, but gods he didn't care. The crackling voice came again, this time none of the words were recognizable. But the noise almost made him over look it. He had almost missed it, laying out on the rocky surface below. The Isponal dragon, its dark exterior seemed to blind into the scotched ground. Letting go of the forward controls, Dilandau let his guymelef plummet to the ground. The drop made his stomach churn; it had not been a good idea on his part. The hot water splashed up onto his face, sending a burning sensation across his cheek. The crash into the ground made the while melef shake, but Dilandau had opened the hatch fast enough as he jumped out. There was no need to look at the damage done to the Alseides during its landing. He already knew that it would not fly again; he had heard the gears snapping when it crashed. The Alseides had landed a little farther away then what he wanted. This place was covered in bodies. Blood ran freely on the slight downward slope like sand through fingers. The grips of his boots had a hard time gripping down as he tried to run up the small rock hill to the black dragon. Once he was close enough, Dilandau stopped. The slick darkness of the Isponal's armor made the guymelef seem so… real... Blood dripped down along its massive legs. Its head curled that was away from him lay on the ground to the left.

"Rei!" Her name left his lips, though he soon her found himself wishing he hadn't done that. A blood freezing growl came from the dragon armor. The neck of the thing begin to uncurl, it seemed so life like. Now he could see the energist chamber that was embedded in the things chest. It seemed the light around the damn thing was being absorbed with each pulse of the drag energist inside the chamber. The red eyes of the head seemed to move around sharply, in a manner same to that of a real dragon. Crimson blood dripped from its half open mouth. The chest plate rose and fell in an irregular pattern making it look as if the armor was breathing. The Isponal dragon seemed to become real as it turned to face him. Fear ceased his mind, as the red eyes focused on to his.. Dilandau had slayed dragons before, he never feared any of them but this Isponal armor was so life like that the idea of it only being armor slipped his mind when he looked straight into the creatures half open mouth. Hot air caressed his face as the armor "exhaled," the smell of kerosene lingered. There was another deep growl that rumbled out of the bloody jaw, which opened and closed slightly in a simulation of the flexing of the jaw. Panic, this was no the first time today that it ceased him, but this was probably the worst. The hot, chemical lined breath caressed his face again. The body began to move, but the back legs re-sent the movement and the upper body crumbled back down to the ground. There was a waver in the deep throated growl of the beast before it died. The rocks beneath Dilandau's feet shook as it fell. The rise and fall of the Isponal's chest stopped, the pulsing in the energist chamber as well. It took time for his mind to register that the threat of the dragon armor was gone, but it took longer for it to grasp something else too. If there was anything he knew about Isponal guymelefs, it was that the armor only "dies" when its pilot does.

"Rei!" Dilandau ran around the fallen head to the left. There was no way, no way that he could let this happen. He had to find her. The rocks crumbled under his feet as he ran ducking carefully under the wing. There was still an icy stinging sensation when he touched the black armor. At least he had chosen the right side to check first. She was rested against the back leg, blood pooled around her. The black shirt was torn in many places, only one strap held it on her shoulders. Cuts lined her tan arms and her bare legs. The black shorts were in no better condition then the rest of her clothes. But, it was her hair that caught his attention the most. The once long locks of her white hair had been cut. There was still some long locks of white hair fell over her shoulders, but the back. It looked as if someone had grabbed the lot of her hair from behind and held it against a sharp blade. Short and ragged was her hair now a large contrast of the look she once had. He eyes were closed there was a trail of blood that dried over her left one.

"Rei?" Dilandau took a step closer to her. There was no responds. Her hand did not twitch, as if she was being woken up from sleep. As he studied her more, he saw it. There was no rise or fall of her chest. Her body was as still as that of the Isponal guymelef.

Zaibach Count down to Attack on Celtic: Eleven Hours Forty-three minutes.

He rolled over in bed, the moonlight seeped through the open curtains illuminating the room. He could see the sleeping figure of the blond next to him. How could they all sleep like tomorrow was just going to be another routine battle. Shesta's chest rose and fell in a rhythmic pattern as the second commander slept. His pillow had been knocked off onto the floor like it always was. The room seemed hot to him, and it was clear that he wasn't the only one feeling that. Shesta lay flat on his back, blankets kicked off. The Vione had been moving at its highest speed for sometime now. The heats from the engines were starting to affect the cold air that normally was circulated throughout the fortress. Miguel rolled back over to lie on his back again to stare up at the gray ceiling. His nerves were jumping a mile a minute. There were still a few hours before they all had to be up to prepared. But he just couldn't sleep. This wasn't a good thing, Miguel knew if he didn't get some sleep he was going to get tired very early in the battle tomorrow. Rolling over again to face the other bed to the right, he stared at Viole's back. Lord, even the joker was a sleep. With a long sigh, he closed his eyes, shutting out the moonlight.

"Can't sleep either, huh?" Viole's voice forced Miguel to reopen his eyes. The boy was now sitting up, feet resting on the floor. His curly hair was pulled back into a loose pony tail. Viole hadn't been asleep as Miguel had thought. He stood up and walked over to his bed. Miguel rolled on to his back, giving his friend room to sit on the edge of his bed. Viole's feet still hung over the side of it. He lay out on his side next to the redhead slayer. Neither of them said anything for a while, both listened to the sounds of the others sleeping. Miguel stared again at the ceiling. "Miguel?"

"Hum?"

"I'm scared…" he turned his head slightly to look at the back of Viole's.

"About tomorrow?" The boy nodded.

"If we… if we have to fight her, she's going to rip us to pieces. None of us could beat her during practice, she just played with us. We don't even know all of what she can do. We've never even seen what she CAN do…" There was a slight pause, then he spoke. "Well, Gatty and Shesta have… but they're sound asleep.. I wonder how they can do that…"

"I know… I think it's because… they aren't thinking about it in the manner we are." Miguel looked up at the ceiling. Were they really going to face her? That red-eyed demon in the hanger the other day, it had scared the shit out of him. If it wasn't for the fact Dilandau was being strangled to death by it, he probably would have stayed frozen to the spot. Dilandau had survived the berserker's kiss once, a brush with death. Could they all survive it?

"Are you two still awake?" Shesta's tired voice broke the silence. The two of them looked at the blond. Tired blue eyes studied them both for a moment before he moved a crossed his bed tot eh chest at the end of it. Opening it without getting off the bed, he rummaged through it for a moment before shutting it again. Shesta tossed a small bottle of white pills at Miguel before falling back on his bed in a sleepy motion. "One each…."

"Sleeping pills?" Miguel turned the bottle in his hand before the boy next to him took it. Shesta roiled on his side to face him, tiredness clearly written on his face.

"Dilandau gave them to me. Said if someone couldn't sleep, to use them.." He yawned slightly. "Gave some to Guimel and Dallet before we all went to bed. You'll be groggy for a few hours when you wake up later, but it'll be alright…" The blond rolled back over to return to his sleep. Viole popped the bottle open and shook out two of the small white things. He handed one over to the redhead before taking the other. Miguel turned the small thing in his hand before popping it into his mouth. The silence came to settle in again while the wait started for the drug to kick in. It took Miguel a while to realize that Viole had not moved back to his own bed. With a light growl, he rolled over to face the back of his friend.

"Viole…"

"Hum..?"

"Go back to your own bed… You're not eleven anymore.." Viole turned his head to look at him. They all had been together for a long time. Miguel and Viole probably knew each other the longest. Both had belonged to the same orphanage. When they were younger this was a common placed thing, the two sharing a bed when one's nerves would not allow them to sleep. Some times the others presences made it easier to sleep.

"Just this once, Miguel?" Sighing, he rolled the other way.

"Ya… Just this once."

Zaibach count down: Seven hours three minutes

"What do you mean 'we're not going to use her'!" Kaji yelled. He paced about half the tent. Purple eyes flashed at the blue haired woman who remained seated on her wooden throne. The black haired boy was knelt down on the grass, packing away small items into crates. The battle was predicted to move this far into the base camp. In this case, everything they had all worked hard to gain over these long years were being packed up to be moved else where. Though, the only one working on it at the moment was the youngest of the three. "We have worked too long for this just to throw it aside!"

"It doesn't matter, 004. What use will it be now if we lose control of her?" Vickie said lightly. She watched the man pace back and forth. The light blue strains of hair fell over her washed out blue eyes. Her body was feeling tired, exhausted. The eyes of the silver haired man glared at her. "It doesn't not matter now. We can wait a little longer to pay back the beast. And at the same time, exact our revenge…."

"Why not start it NOW?" He stopped suddenly, and faced her. "Let her bring down the best of Zaibach's armies, let the beast cripple them now!"

"Because it would be pointless…" Will answered him. She closed a crate he had been working on. Standing up, he walked over to the frail woman, fixing the cloak that lay over her body. "We must pay back the beast in the same manner that she helped us. Freed us she did, set us alone in this world. So, we must free her, and yet to have out revenge for what was done to us. She must be freed in the capital. Let Dornkirk feel the wrath of his creations, and the beast will finally receive the do reward it has longed for."

"Whose side are you on Will…?" Kaji growled. The anger he felt was fed by a different sources as 003 stood to oppose his opinion. Growling he wheeled around on his heels and walked out of the tent. When the flap opened the new light of the sun coming up over the rocky low lands of the Antragonous Mountains shown lightly in before the flap closed again. Vickie looked at the slowly moving flap. The tent returned to its silence. Her body slumped down in the chair.

"It takes too much….."

"You turned him out didn't you?" She cocked her head to face the black haired boy.

"Yes, his anger was becoming to much to control. He will likely not return for sometime." He body slumped over suddenly; a gasp of pain escaped her lips. He grabbed hold of her shoulder, and held her up. "I am dying…… That much is evident…"

"Yes... I know…"

"Umm… I am glad you are more loyal to me then him, 003."

"He has always been a fool. Always rash…" When she was sitting up straight again, Vickie leaned her head against the back of the chair. Her washed out blue eyes not looking at anything.

"When the time comes, take her. I will not survive to see it. Our idea, our dream." There was a long sigh that passed her lips as she looked at him again. "Zaibach will win this battle…"

"You will remain then?"

"Yes, when the time is perfect, leave the field, 003. I will make sure he won't interfere." Closing her eyes, she shut out the world around her. "Finish what we have worked so hard for. Let them feel the wrath…The wrath of the beast…."

Zaibach Count down: Six hours Fifty-nine minutes

The Vione hanger was in a complete chaos. Soldiers were running about back and forth preparing for the launch of the seventy-six guymelefs. It was amazing how fast the hanger crew of twenty-four had grown over night. Seven smaller fortresses now gathered around the Vione. All the lower ranked commanders in this area had joined up with the main force. There wasn't going to be any ground forces coming though. No, this final battle was going to be nothing more then guymelefs. If the berserker was used, these would be their best bet to beat her. Dilandau watched the soldiers below half heartedly. His mind was far away, some where else. Shesta was down below him giving directions to the third and second wing slayers. The poor boys looked afraid. They were all afraid of her.

"At this rate, we might just lose this battle…" Skylar's voice said. Dilandau turned his head to face the blond general that now stood next to him. He was looking down at the same group of soldiers that he had just been looking at., before his eyes scanned the rest of the hanger. There was a sad look about his face. He looked at them all. The man was right, fear would always bring the down fall to any man. No matter how strong he was. Skylar's hands were gripped down tightly against the railing. "I guess they all have a right to be. We aren't just going against Celtic anymore…. I remember the first time I worked with her. It was her first mission, not a field test but a real mission. Her objective was just to annihilate the fighting force of a rebellion but the fight went into one of the villages near by. In less then two hours, she had killed over four hundred people… A hundred and seventy-eight of that were loyal civilians. When she returned to the Rosegurd, she was still slightly berserk. She killed two of my officers in a raging fit. One of them was the correspondent who had spent twenty minutes trying to get her to respond to orders. After that, I took up doing it because no one would touch the com system when it was on her frequency. They all said it was cursed…" Skylar laughed emptily. His eyes did not leave the empty guymelef seat where the Isponal had been kept. "If they use her Dilandau, we will be forced to kill her. There is no other way. Call it the 'berserker's curse,' if you will. No matter how well she knows you, Dilandau, she won't hesitate to kill you."

Dilandau's red eyes moved away from the blond general to look at the chaos below them. He knew the man was right, but there was still a problem. Could he do it? Could he kill her or would this feeling interfere? His hands gripped down tightly on the railing for a moment. Eyes scanned the room before they settled on his sister, who was speaking to Folken. She was smiling, seeming to not notice the possible doom that hung over them all. Folken was without his cloak, a first for what seemed like ages. There was a light smile on his face as Celena spoke to him, and even though the doom was not on her mind, it was clearly on his. Dilandau was sort of surprised when he didn't ask Dilandau to have Celena stay behind. He had done that before, when it was evident that Celena didn't understand the importance of something. But, maybe he didn't because he knew Dilandau couldn't. Celena won't stay behind even if he ordered her too. He watched her give the man a quick kiss on the cheek before jumping into her melef, braces on her arms glittered from the light. When he returned he was going to have to have a "talk" with the Strategose it seemed.

"Good-luck, Dilandau…."Skylar's voice pulled him back. "We're going to need all the luck we can get…

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She ran across the glass, ignoring the pain. It didn't matter; her body had become numb towards it. Her short white hair fell down around her face, covered in sweat. The glass was starting to get thinner as she ran on. Now she had to find her way through glass walls that were so hard to see. But know she knew that all she had to do was follow the trail of glass fragments. It was the only way to find her way through the maze of invisible glass walls. The crying sobs were becoming nothing more then whimpers now. There was a light to that grew as she ran towards it. But this light, it did nothing to chase the darkness that was around her. But that was where she had to get to, she knew that. Her feet stumbled. The glass walls were becoming harder and harder to find a way through. The glass path was becoming so scarce that the pain in her feet was becoming noticeable again. Though now, she could hear the glass shattering somewhere. The light was getting bigger. She struggled to make it there.

"Don't worry. I'll help you..." She whispered continuously. She struggled along. The sobbing whispers began to start again. There was a sound of rattling chains before another glass wall broke. She heard it and continued to run until she ran into one of the walls. The force of it made her fall backwards onto the ground. No glass cut into her hands this time, it was here that she realized that her path of glass was gone. There was a cry of distress. She frantically looked about her. Nothing, the black ground held no glass trail for her to follow. She had reached the end of the line. No, No! This couldn't be the end. Not yet! She let out a cry of her own distress. She continued to look about the ground. The sounds of chains moving came again, glass somewhere behind her shattered. There was a sob, but this time it was loud. Her reddened-sapphire eyes shot up to look through the invisible wall. She could see it now! The bright white light wasn't light but feathered wings, wings covered in blood. The sobs came again from the creature that held these wings. Her body was bare covered only by the long locks of white hair. Hands pulled helplessly at chains that upwards. The she-demon cried again revealing razor sharp teeth that lay within her mouth. The little girl stood up and looked at the she-demon who struggled helplessly against her chains. Jumping to her feet, she began to pound against the invisible glass wall to break it.

"I'm here. I'll help you." She cried out. "I'll help you see, remember what you've forgotten she-demon… You're not alone!"

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Zaibach countdown: Four hours Twenty-nine minutes forty-three seconds

"They're surrounding us as we speak!" The Celtic king yelled. The armor he wore hung loosely on the old man's frame. Vickie watched him from were she sat. The tent was now empty now; the chair was the only thing left. Soon it would be empty of that as well. The chest armor that now hung on her thin frame felt heavy against her. It was hard now just to sit up straight. The long locks of blue hair were pulled back into a loose braid to keep it off of her face. A patient for this man was no longer existent at the moment. Will would be back soon to retrieve her, and move her out into the open. Once she had been able to walk on her own, shakily, but she could walk. Now her legs were too flimsy and would collapse under her weight. Not that this ignorant man knew that. She sighed as the king continued to yell. "And now you're telling me NOT to use this weapon that you had me capture! I've put a lot of time and money into this Vickie! Even my heir just to retrieve this damn….THING! I haven't been paying you for anything less! If she's such a vital weapon, then why not test her n-"

"Test, my lord?" She said slowly, cutting off the old man. He stopped in his rampage to glare at her. The old king never liked it when she did that. Hadn't since the day the three of them appeared at his palace two years ago. The long years of planning, the waiting had all but paid itself off now. So close, so close they were, yet she couldn't let anything stand in her…no their way any longer. "There is no 'testing', my lord for this weapon. You have but one shot…."

"One shot?" She could see the anger fueling in his grey eyes as he studied her. "So I have to pick the one time I want to use her?"

"Yes."

"Then NOW would be it! You damned woman. Celtic has only one stand left, it's either here or never!" His voice echoed in the empty tent, as his fit continued. "If I don't use this 'weapon' Celtic will be destroyed!"

"You should have planned better then my lord…" Vickie said coolly. A smile graced her face which was now mostly hidden by shadows. The king stopped, and stared at her as if something just hit him. Something he should have seen a long time ago.

"Planned…..Better?" There was a slight step back as his hand fell to the handle of his sword. "Planned better! This was all your plan! It was your idea!" There was a chuckle of laughter from her.

"Well then… That tells you something doesn't, puppet?"

"Puppet?" He took a step forward, drawing his sword. Though he would never get a chance to use it. A ripple of strong wind burst through the tent. Its source was not from the outside however, but from the woman sitting in the middle. The long braid fluttered up around her, dancing on the invisible breeze. The bangs that had been hiding her eyes, too, now danced off her face revealing not the washed out blue eyes but solid white ones. No pupils broke the whiteness of them as they fixed themselves on the old king. He gasped dropping his sword to raise his hands to his neck as if to pull something off that had tightly wrapped itself around it. Gasping for breath, he struggled against the invisible hand.

"I'm afraid, puppet…"She laughed. The old king fell to his knees, still fighting for breath. "You've out lived your usefulness. Pray that the Gods will forgive your petty soul…" There was a loud snap as his neck was broken. The Celtic king's body fell limp to the ground. She smiled slightly and leaned back in her 'throne', partially retracting her power. It felt wonderful to finally be free of that nuisance. Eyeing the dead body she frowned, now thing of the problem that she had now created. A problem that could be fixed somewhat, but required more effect then that that went into killing him.

"You killed him?" Vickie looked up to study the boy that stood by the flap of the tent. The black armor suited him fine, though the look on Will's face was not a pleasant one. He walked slowly around the body towards her. "We still needed him……."

"Um? O, I just kill off the annoying part about him… Now he'll be a quiet, obedient puppet… Much easier to handle…" She shrugged slightly. "Where's 004?"

"Seeing to the last preparations for the melefs.."

"And Doom's day?" He patted the breast pocket on the armor. "Good, then everything is ready."

"I don't think he expects what you have planned, but…………" The young boy frowned and looked to one side.

"It's alright… Soon it will be over. Soon all this waiting will have paid off." She looked back down at the bed king. "And Zaibach will meet the same fate……"

Zaibach countdown: four minutes twenty-six seconds

She opened her eyes slowly to stare up at the yellowish colored tent. The crates around her seemed more then the last time she had come around. The grass below her felt cold to the touch against her sweet coated skin. The black shirt felt damp, and clung to her. There was still a pounding in her skull, which sent pain coursing through her body but the pounding wasn't as persistent. The sickening feeling in her stomach had subsided now, and was replaced with the hunger for food. Hopelessly she pulled at her binds. She rolled off of her back onto her side. Her arms hurt like hell, whoever left her on her back with her hands tied behind her was a moron. A breeze came through the tent flap, making her shake from the cold. She must have sweated out the drug by now. If that damn bastard was still alive, she was going to kill him! Struggling against the ropes that bounded her legs and arms, she fought to free herself. With luck, she would be able to find the Silencer before anyone noticed she was missing. No matter now much she hated the madoushi; she needed to get back to Folken. Something wasn't right; the pounding in her skull was not from that drug. She could feel it now, breaking it's chains slowly breaking free and raising to the surface. The counter drug was in her chest, and if Folken had some since, would have gone through the damn thing. He probably would have found the other half of her file that was tucked away. When she got back to the Vione, she would probably get an ear full about lying to him. Foot steps, she could hear them, someone walked into the tent. Frozen to the spot, she closed her half freed hand on its ropes and listened. The steps were light, and careful. Whoever it was, it seemed that they didn't want anyone to know that they were in here. All to hell, she moved her hand again to free it quickly. She only needed one hand free to untie her legs and with those she would be able to move around. Her white bangs fell over her eyes, making it hard to see. Damn it all, she was really going to have to cut those.

"I'd figured by now you would be awake….Nine." She froze at the sound of the male voice, one of them that she had heard when she had first woken up. The silver haired man stood not to far from her, black armor seemed to be a large contrast against the area. Purple eyes studied her hard as he looked over the broken ropes of her half freed hand but said noting about it as he walked closer. " I would think for it to work faster you'd have to be conscious…."

"For what to work faster?" Her voice was harsh, and dry. The taste of her dry mouth wasn't very pleasant now that she noticed it. The man, Kaji, didn't respond to her question as he knelt down next to her. He pulled a bottle out of his breast pocket along with a small syringe. She didn't need him to answer now as her eyes settled on the enigma on the bottle. "N-no…."

"She's wrong.. Their both wrong. Now is the time…" He ignored the small cry that came from her as she struggled to free herself. The ropes cut into her wrist as she moved her hand fiercely, but he made no move to stop her as he inserted the syringe into the bottle and filled it with the clear liquid. "None of them understand that it is now that it should be done. There would be a release for you in Zaibach, only here with two armies would you find it. Let those pathetic failures feel the wrath…It was their fault….Their fault…"

"N-no, please…." She struggled to move away from him. He pushed her down on her back again, trapping her hands beneath her. He held the long needle over her heart for a moment while he grain control over her struggle just long enough from him to get his target. As he set the long needle in to her heart, a scream filled her mind. The high pitched scream burned in her ears, but no one else could hear it. Her body lay in shock, and he with drew the needle quickly and stood. There was no movement from her was he walked away, her eyes remained fixed at the spot he once was at. With each pulse of her heart the waves shot through her body, the scream of pain and anger subsided into a scream for lust. The once cold skin of her body now burned, and the normal sense of her body seemed to enhance themselves with each moment. She could smell the sweat of the soldiers outside some distance away as they prepared for the on coming attack. With each pulse of their hearts, she could almost feel the warm blood that coursed through their bodies. Her chest felt heavy as the want, the lust grew inside her with each heart beat. The pounding in her head no longer existed. Struggling against the ropes now, she lashed her body about, the throbbing that ached through her body sent mixed emotions, feelings along her spine. Biting down on her tongue, the taste and smell of the blood flooded her senses. A rapture outcry escaped her lips. Then her hand finally broke free, the scream matched that of the one only she could hear.

Zaibach countdown: zero, Launch at will

Ya again… I figured you would actually like to read something instead of waiting for another month… which is how long it is probably going to take me with school starting up soon….and me being in dual enrolment n.n don't wanna go to collage a year early….

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