I am sorry to all my readers who had to wait forever for the chappie. So without further delay, "Being a Slave"!
Chapter Zero: Prologue
It had been quite some time since I had been out to run, been able to run…
The feel of the wind rushing through my quills, the rush of adrenaline as I accelerated my speed… The feeling of freedom I used to possess… It was amazing.
Those feelings were almost as amazing as the ones I have when I think about… 'him', the one for whom I had lost my physical free will.
How his powerful yet hypnotic gaze, which (to me) resembled passionate burning flames, seems to be able to see through to read your soul, your emotions.
How his suave speaks with wisdom of experience, the strength of a leader. How his words seem to ring through your thoughts with a sense of truth and self-confidence is what stays wrapped in the minds of those he talks with, you never seem to forget them.
How his actions represent his strong sense of pride and assurance, which is what I like most about him. His sense of pride has never let him back down or give up. It's funny, actually, when I realize that I have truly fallen for him. I can just see the old me making sick faces acting as if disgusted by all the mushy romantic feelings; quite laughable indeed. Ah, how we all change, how we take desperate measures to succeed in accomplishing our goals… our dreams, hoping to be made a reality. He always seems to have a goal to strive for, knowing exactly what he wants… always so confident in his skills and abilities; almost egotistical. It reminds me of my self, when I think about it, really.
When I think back to the time I spent with my friends, being outgoing and courageous like the hero I thought I was meant to be, it brings me great sorrow. However, I refuse to cry, to show weakness the sick and freaked up turd that captured me. I guess you can infer that I am very prideful, myself. I'll prove to that mad doctor that I am not just some pathetic toy for him to twist. I'll show him that I can survive this crazed world of his.
I just have to wait, in hope that my friends will find me and come to my rescue. I have faith in them. Heh, isn't irony a b*tch.
I wonder if 'he' is out there as well, looking for me. I'm not going to lie, I desperately want to see him again, and I have faith in him, too. I've had plenty of time to think over my thoughts and I believe they will all be here to get me. I believe in him, the one who my thoughts always seem to stray off to. I wonder if he is thinking about me just as I am thinking about him.
It is highly possible, considering what happened when we last met…
B.A.S. End of Transmission
Hey everyone! Did you like the story so far? I hope so. Also, I know it's short, but the second half of this chapter is a flashback and I'm really not too good at making those "destruction of the city" scenes. Oops, did I say too much? My bad, anyways, if you could, please review. Tell me if you think I should fix anything, okay? Oh, and I got the "end transmission" thing in my head after watching a "Codename: Kids Next Door" Christmas special, so yeah. It's probably not going to be in other chapters (but a story is an entirely different story XD *terrible pun causes me to get hit with a random snowball*). So, Happy Holidays!
~Chyu-Chyu for now!