~*~ Silken Smoke~*~
Chapter 6 ~*~ Black Escaflowne
A/N: hey it's me again. this is about Van and his progress. The end is a little surprising. But stick with it people..
Perfect soldier 09: thanks for the advice and I'll definitely use it. And so sorry for the misunderstanding. ^_^
Hey it was great meeting you Ashley/Amy. (I don't know if your two people or one -_-; sorry)
Disclaimer: I don't own Escaflowne. yeah bummer right? Geez.
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This battle was a hard one. Seeing as they had lost more than half of their men. Up ahead also looked grim. Dead bodies were strewn all over the frozen tundra. Gouged with spears and arrows. Some still trying to cling to their precious lives, it was futile as they were fading fast. His heart and stomach wrenched. However, Van always felt queasy at these kinds of battles. His arms and legs ached as the Escaflowne has taken considerable damage. He thrust his sword though his enemy's torso as it fell limp. These were new types of Guymelefs.
They were sleet and slim. And pure white, like the snow on the ground, which was now cluttered with crimson blood. They were stealth and agile. It was more difficult the render these new foes, more so than those 4 years ago. They were equipped with new weapons. Some had long thick sickles that ended in a nasty hook. Others had scythes, that were double bladed and ripped through the older Melefs like butter. Their armor was twice as thick that the ones Zaibach produced. There were other smaller ones that were ½ the size. They carried maces and had the ability to jump high, about twice their height. They would leap up and bash their enemy's face in, crushing the man's head inside. Van ordered his men to attack as they jumped. The larger ones were harder to overcome, their Energist was the only way to defeat them, which was placed in their back. So getting them to turn around was a tough trial.
Fanelia had foot soldiers as well did the enemy and they were faltering on both sides. Unfortunately, these new Guymelefs were having the upper hand. Van's left arm was practically immobile. So he 'single-handedly' sliced through the enemies third line. Moving closes and closer to his objective, wanting so bad to get this battle so he can get back to his beloved and never return to this hell again. He was not alone though his trusted friend and fellow soldier: Allen was fight beside him. Becoming his left arm as well as an extra right arm also. Moving closer and closer to the end both of their hearts were beating with anticipation and being in the heat of the battle.
He slashed off one of the opponents' left arm before slicing it's head. Having gotten past the Army they approached a different Guymelef, more that the others. This on did look like the others, but it was much larger by far. It looked sharper that the army they had just fought. But the strangest thing of all it carried a large Gattling gun on it's right arm. Van and Allen were baffled at this contraption. It raised its arm, pointing right at Van who just stood there bewildered. The end glowed an ominous lavender color, growing bigger and bigger each second. It sent a blast of energy behind it as it finally fired. The beam of purple light shot at Van so fast that he had no time to think.
Holding his breath he fell to his side hitting the ground with all 7 tons crashing to Gaea. It seemed as if it were all slow motion as it came charging toward him. However he hadn't avoided the blast completely. His right arm and sword was caught in the beam and disintegrated. He let out an agonizing scream as the blood literally poured from the site of disconnection. Although his true arm was still intact. He clawed at it absentmindedly.
This horrible Guymelef had new meaning to Van.
He will die here and this incarnation of hatred will see to it.........
This is it, he'll never see Hitomi again.....
"I can't. I still have a chance."
"No Van stay down!" He heard Allen command him
"I can still fight."
"Van! Stop it! It's not worth it!"
He slowly rose as his army watched in awe.
"You'll only commit suicide! You can't us any of your arms. Don't be foolish!"
He felt his pulse and breathing rising. His army has fallen around him due to this unknown enemy. Malice rising in his stomach. If he were to let this enemy prevail it would destroy his home, his love, his life. 'I'll be damned if I let them!'
His vision blurred, blood careened from his forehead. Shaking with furry, his heart only conveyed hatred. A cold, black piece of coal. Black was his world, his mind. All he wanted was death, send his enemy's to hell.
"I gotta get outta here" He hadn't noticed that everything really was black. Escaflowne must see into his heart and became black itself.
'No'
"No. NO! Escaflowne stop it! DON'T! Let me out! Escaflowne!"
It was sucking him into hell. He wouldn't let it though. Not again. He had a promise to keep.
"LET ME OUT!!"
The crystal capsule glowed a bright fuchsia. Black smoke swirled around in his cockpit. He was pale as if within inches of death's icy lips. The black swirls captivated him in a sardonic way. It seemed enchanting and satanic, almost sealing his lips with death. He felt a great pressure being lifted from his legs and chest. A bright light was revealed and was launched out. Fling through the icy wind 30 feet a tail of blood trailing him.
His army watched in horror as he hit face first in the snow and tumbled a couple of times before lying on his back. Coughing up blood one last thought pasted through his mind. 'Will it end here? Without her?' Then everything faded and he lay there, vulnerable. The Ominous Guymelef loomed over him.
"Aisten! Grab him quickly!" Allen demanded. Aisten took a step toward Van but the enormous Guymelef pointed his gun at Van.
"No!" he jumped for his king but the shot was fired before he could reach him. Once again the blinding lavender beam filled the atmosphere ending where Van laid.
Everyone watched in anxiety and disbelief watching the smoke evaporate. Each of their stomachs lurched at what they saw. What was left was ice blocks tainted with crimson. The mangled Melef lay next to a large crater. But Van was absent.
"Oh my God.." Said Allen astounded. His eyes danced at the horrific scene. He had lost his best friend. His brother, General, His King.
Stick with guys.
Chapter 6 ~*~ Black Escaflowne
A/N: hey it's me again. this is about Van and his progress. The end is a little surprising. But stick with it people..
Perfect soldier 09: thanks for the advice and I'll definitely use it. And so sorry for the misunderstanding. ^_^
Hey it was great meeting you Ashley/Amy. (I don't know if your two people or one -_-; sorry)
Disclaimer: I don't own Escaflowne. yeah bummer right? Geez.
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This battle was a hard one. Seeing as they had lost more than half of their men. Up ahead also looked grim. Dead bodies were strewn all over the frozen tundra. Gouged with spears and arrows. Some still trying to cling to their precious lives, it was futile as they were fading fast. His heart and stomach wrenched. However, Van always felt queasy at these kinds of battles. His arms and legs ached as the Escaflowne has taken considerable damage. He thrust his sword though his enemy's torso as it fell limp. These were new types of Guymelefs.
They were sleet and slim. And pure white, like the snow on the ground, which was now cluttered with crimson blood. They were stealth and agile. It was more difficult the render these new foes, more so than those 4 years ago. They were equipped with new weapons. Some had long thick sickles that ended in a nasty hook. Others had scythes, that were double bladed and ripped through the older Melefs like butter. Their armor was twice as thick that the ones Zaibach produced. There were other smaller ones that were ½ the size. They carried maces and had the ability to jump high, about twice their height. They would leap up and bash their enemy's face in, crushing the man's head inside. Van ordered his men to attack as they jumped. The larger ones were harder to overcome, their Energist was the only way to defeat them, which was placed in their back. So getting them to turn around was a tough trial.
Fanelia had foot soldiers as well did the enemy and they were faltering on both sides. Unfortunately, these new Guymelefs were having the upper hand. Van's left arm was practically immobile. So he 'single-handedly' sliced through the enemies third line. Moving closes and closer to his objective, wanting so bad to get this battle so he can get back to his beloved and never return to this hell again. He was not alone though his trusted friend and fellow soldier: Allen was fight beside him. Becoming his left arm as well as an extra right arm also. Moving closer and closer to the end both of their hearts were beating with anticipation and being in the heat of the battle.
He slashed off one of the opponents' left arm before slicing it's head. Having gotten past the Army they approached a different Guymelef, more that the others. This on did look like the others, but it was much larger by far. It looked sharper that the army they had just fought. But the strangest thing of all it carried a large Gattling gun on it's right arm. Van and Allen were baffled at this contraption. It raised its arm, pointing right at Van who just stood there bewildered. The end glowed an ominous lavender color, growing bigger and bigger each second. It sent a blast of energy behind it as it finally fired. The beam of purple light shot at Van so fast that he had no time to think.
Holding his breath he fell to his side hitting the ground with all 7 tons crashing to Gaea. It seemed as if it were all slow motion as it came charging toward him. However he hadn't avoided the blast completely. His right arm and sword was caught in the beam and disintegrated. He let out an agonizing scream as the blood literally poured from the site of disconnection. Although his true arm was still intact. He clawed at it absentmindedly.
This horrible Guymelef had new meaning to Van.
He will die here and this incarnation of hatred will see to it.........
This is it, he'll never see Hitomi again.....
"I can't. I still have a chance."
"No Van stay down!" He heard Allen command him
"I can still fight."
"Van! Stop it! It's not worth it!"
He slowly rose as his army watched in awe.
"You'll only commit suicide! You can't us any of your arms. Don't be foolish!"
He felt his pulse and breathing rising. His army has fallen around him due to this unknown enemy. Malice rising in his stomach. If he were to let this enemy prevail it would destroy his home, his love, his life. 'I'll be damned if I let them!'
His vision blurred, blood careened from his forehead. Shaking with furry, his heart only conveyed hatred. A cold, black piece of coal. Black was his world, his mind. All he wanted was death, send his enemy's to hell.
"I gotta get outta here" He hadn't noticed that everything really was black. Escaflowne must see into his heart and became black itself.
'No'
"No. NO! Escaflowne stop it! DON'T! Let me out! Escaflowne!"
It was sucking him into hell. He wouldn't let it though. Not again. He had a promise to keep.
"LET ME OUT!!"
The crystal capsule glowed a bright fuchsia. Black smoke swirled around in his cockpit. He was pale as if within inches of death's icy lips. The black swirls captivated him in a sardonic way. It seemed enchanting and satanic, almost sealing his lips with death. He felt a great pressure being lifted from his legs and chest. A bright light was revealed and was launched out. Fling through the icy wind 30 feet a tail of blood trailing him.
His army watched in horror as he hit face first in the snow and tumbled a couple of times before lying on his back. Coughing up blood one last thought pasted through his mind. 'Will it end here? Without her?' Then everything faded and he lay there, vulnerable. The Ominous Guymelef loomed over him.
"Aisten! Grab him quickly!" Allen demanded. Aisten took a step toward Van but the enormous Guymelef pointed his gun at Van.
"No!" he jumped for his king but the shot was fired before he could reach him. Once again the blinding lavender beam filled the atmosphere ending where Van laid.
Everyone watched in anxiety and disbelief watching the smoke evaporate. Each of their stomachs lurched at what they saw. What was left was ice blocks tainted with crimson. The mangled Melef lay next to a large crater. But Van was absent.
"Oh my God.." Said Allen astounded. His eyes danced at the horrific scene. He had lost his best friend. His brother, General, His King.
Stick with guys.