Heres the new chapter. The plot sickens...
That wasn't very funny.
SILENCE muse. I don't own ToS!
The rain was tapping a steady beat on the windows of the infirmary. The group surrounded the bed, all wearing funeral faces. None looked quite as pale as Zelos, although Chris and Lloyd weren't looking too good themselves. They sat on a bench, Colette between them. There was no noise, other than Raine bustling around. She pushed Genis out of her way, which nearly made him fall over. Presea grabbed at him, and they ended up both falling in a heap. Raine groaned. "Can you all please leave? There's going to be another injury soon," she said quickly, biting her lip. There was a dull movement towards the door. Zelos hung back, looking at Sheena, but eventually moved out the door. Raine worked for a few more minutes, before she realized she wasn't alone. She turned, eyeing Regal. "When I said all of you, I did mean it…" she said slowly.
"You didn't tell them." Regal said in a calm voice.
"Do you realize how much of a panic there would be? Zelos is already doing badly; imagine what another shock like that would do to him!"
"Even so," Regal countered. "You'll have to tell them sometime. Because they will find out."
"Look." Raine said slowly. "These wounds are mysterious, and it'll take them quite a while to heal. I can say that she needs to stay here, and that won't be lying."
"I hope you're right. Because right now, we can't get out of Mizuho until the village's people get back from the pilgrimage, which won't happen for another week." Regal said calmly. He left the room, leaving a worried, troubled Raine behind him.
Chris sat in the common room, staring into the fire. He thought of many things, but most of his entire dream, and what had unfolded in real life. He couldn't shake the similarity… Was he clairvoyant? Or…or… Chris frowned. His logic was turning circles. He needed to talk with a certain wolf, and clear his mind. He made to get up, but stopped, hearing two voices.
"Can I talk to you?" The two girls looked at each other, each equally surprised the other had spoken. Colette seemed the more embarrassed of the two, and ducked out, leaving Presea. Chris turned away, moving over so there was space for both of them.
Taking this as an invitation, Presea sat. Neither of them spoke, mainly because Chris was radiating hostility from every pore. She broke the silence in a small voice. "Chris… I…" her voice failed.
"What." The bland, uninviting tone came back.
"I… haven't seen you much. It's like you're avoiding me," came the nervous reply.
"And why do you think that is?"
"Well, I don't know… Like… I thought we were friends!" she blurted out.
"You know why I should be avoiding you." Chris replied. "You just don't think that I know. Well, I do."
Presea's eyes opened wide. She seemed about to say something, but Chris cut her off by leaving. He threw a last remark over his shoulder. "In my room, even."
Presea instantly recalled that moment… She stared into the fire, its flames dancing, and felt it caress her heart, holding it in a soothing embrace… Then crushed it in a fist of iron. She broke down sobbing, tears falling down her face. She felt like she was being tugged two ways and she didn't know which way to turn anymore.
Raine found her there, curled up in a small ball. She frowned, but it was more a worried frown than a disapproving one. She sat down next to Presea, and held her like a mother would a child. Like Raine had held Genis in all those hard years after their abandonment. Raine sighed. Why even have love if it could be so cruel…?
"Lloyd, please! At least talk to me!" a distraught Colette said to Lloyd.
"Okay, what?" Lloyd said, spinning around to face her.
Silence ensued, as the two stared at each other. Lloyd rolled his eyes. "I'm glad we had this little talk." He walked out the door. A muffled sob came from the other side, but Lloyd didn't notice, as he was already downstairs. There was a small clinking, and a ring slid underneath the door, lying in the hallway. Almost as if it had been thrown away…
Zelos laid in his bed, brooding. He frowned, realizing that he didn't actually know what had attacked Sheena, if indeed anything. He got up, walking to the door. Might as well find out…
Finding the infirmary locked, he wandered over to where Sheena had been found. He looked around. Something… anything…. And he found it. A track, in the dirt underneath a tree. There were no others due to the rain, but this was protected by the tree. He inspected it curiously. It looked like a wolf track… but… there were opposable thumbs. He shook himself. No way…
Lloyd arrived at Chris's room. He needed to talk to someone he could relate to. He opened the door. Chris stared over at him blankly. "Hey," he said slowly. "Come in…" he pulled up a chair. Lloyd sat with his head in his hands. Chris frowned at him. "What's up?"
"I dunno, I've just been feeling… weird lately…"
Chris sat up a bit, giving Lloyd his full attention. Lloyd didn't notice, and continued.
"I just feel like something… well, something's wrong in me. Like there's something that should be there, but isn't. I can't put my finger on it though…"
Chris sat up. This was it… "Look. A very wise man once taught me a technique. Go somewhere alone. Your room, whatever. Just kind of meditate a bit, and release your tensions. See how that works for you."
"Okay…" Lloyd frowned. "I will." He made to leave.
Chris realized something suddenly. "Um… how bout you try it here first? I'll just go over there…" he gestured behind a screen. The last thing he needed was a werewolf running around… Behind the screen, Chris equipped his weapons, sliding on his helmet. Just in case… He peered around the corner.
The moment has arrived. Geez it's been dull, it'll be nice to have another kindred spirit around.
"Not now, please?" Chris said back mentally.
Well, a first transformation is pretty exciting.
Chris gave a start. First?
"I thought it was his second?"
Nope. I know a first-timer when I see one.
"But then… who…" Chris paled. "Did you…!" but he was cut off by a rather rapid change in the atmosphere. Heavy breathing… panting… He peered around the corner, seeing a wolf transformation take place. This one, unlike him, had dark red hair, almost auburn. Chris made to step out, but then the wolf jumped out his opened window.
"Damn!" Chris swore, running in pursuit. He hadn't thought of that…
Brilliant. Really brilliant.
"Shut up!!!" Chris roared, launching himself after the wolf. Dropping down from his second story window, he looked around quickly. Clear… CLANG. A huge claw swiped at him from behind, smacking his helmet.
That looks like it hurt. Duck.
Chris followed this order, narrowly missing another club from the wolf. He swung 3 quick strikes, followed by a kick to the shins with his greaves. The wolf howled, leaping at Chris's neck with its teeth gnashing. Ignoring the urge to transform, he rolled over and back, kicking the beast off him. He stood up, whirling to face a fist that had appeared right in front of him. Chris heard a wicked crunch, and then fell back, hearing the wolf as his consciousness faded.
sigh If you had transformed… This could have been avoided.
Genis walked through the courtyard, idly sniffing flowers and herbs. He yawned widely. Settling down on a bench, he scanned the yard, seeing Zelos examining a tree. Genis dimly comprehended Zelos being a gardener. He would have laughed if he wasn't so tired… He yawned again, and, imagining a gardening Zelos getting eaten by a carnivorous plant, sunk into happy dreams.
The beast howled, victorious in its battle. He moved closer to feast on his foe. It took a step forward, but jerked back suddenly. This wasn't food… It was wolven blood. In moved closer sniffing. A meal was a meal… It lowered its jaws toward the fine neck of its kin… But stopped. A small, human part of its consciousness screamed, trying to prevent this murder. It ran, fighting this strange human instinct of mercy. It ran through a field, past buildings… And then through an arch, into a small courtyard. The wolf managed to silence the voice, knocking it back into the crevices of its being. It smelled prey… There were two… The beast approached one silently. It made no move. The beast stalked closer, raising its claw for a strike.
Why does nobody listen to me?
Who knows. Anyway, review!!!! Who will the beast attack... REVIEW SO I CAN WRITE THAT WAY!!!
Liar.
I'll rewrite it any way they want as long as I get reviews! So... Who's gonna get attacked?