Wish

Lilia got her wish… Except without the pluses… Or so she thought. RionxLilia

Chapter 2: Drugs and Steroids

And no more breath came to him, the very warmth quickly draining from his features. Pale… He was so pale, no matter how much she tried or cried to rouse him, he wouldn't wake up. Couldn't wake up. He was sleeping right? He was only sleeping, in the next morning, he'd wake up looking passed the clouds, to something she could never see, surprised that they made it out. Surprised that they could finally be happy, after all those pain stricken years. That they could finally catch up and rekindle the wounds.

But no… Those were all just lies. All of it, from the very beginning from what she promised herself. There was no one… No one. She never should of let her be taken away from her family, never should have been a coward after all those years, never should of listened to her father and feel relieved to be able to hide from the creatures at night very real. And it was because of that, she was still alive, the only one alive who knew about this ordeal. A coward… She was a coward…

Helpless… She was so helpless, she couldn't even cheer Rion up, not once did he ever tug his lips upward, always so serious, he was always so tense from when she first saw him again, as if waiting to be beaten down by his master.

Known… She should of known the minute she contacted him that this would happen. She should of known, and she should of tried to convince him, to just let it be, to pretend he didn't want to die. . To run away from here, from this hellish place. But, they'd always be chasing after them than… They'd never give them a moment's rest….

And so here she was, crying over the remains of her dear childhood friend, holding what remained of him closely to her heart, nuzzling her head in the crook of his neck, hoping that this was all just a dream… A dream… That when she woke up, they'd be happy for once. And that the wounds he had received never existed, that she never left him sprawled against the wall, leaving him to finally be at peace, to finally have no concerns, just blissful happiness at his vulnerability. That he would never have to see, hear, or taste Lilia's tears ever again.

He was a loner from the start, she knew that, yet she denied it.

Just a dream… Just a dream…

And it couldn't be held any longer.

"RION!!!"

Never to be brought back… Never to leave his resting place… Never to see her again, and all she did was held him and leave….

And leave she did.

Lilia woke up with a start. Cold sweat poured down from her face, caressing the hot tinges of tears that ran to mix with the liquid. Her eyes were wide and fearful, her hand instinctively on her heart. But, of course, it always took a few seconds for her to chide herself. To tell her that it longed since past, that she wasn't really reliving that day every night she went to sleep. No, that's what she told herself. That was the reason the pain never went away. The chest in her heart throbbed, deranged, deranged of it's needs. Not physical, but something more. And the beats were coming harder… Each one more tired than the next… The more desperate. Only to realize it shouldn't bother. Only to realize that each time it beat, the wound only got bigger, slowly tearing down the flesh and sinew and running cold blood through her veins.

The tears were always there, even if she didn't cry, and she just lay there. Her back rested against the mattress, looking for comfort with its paten rough surface. True, the rusted down mattress wasn't much for comfort, but it was still rather warm. It was better than the cold, unforgiving ground at least.

She stayed there for a few moments to recollect herself. The tears never really were much; there was only a dimly small trail for the few tears that came from her form. She never cried much, she wouldn't cry, she never did. Despite her appearance, she was strong. She didn't cry over simple things, nor breakdown at any moment. She never really did, when she was a kid maybe, but not now. She had to remain strong, another thing she told herself to calm down her beating heart.

Finally after minutes upon minutes, she roused herself from her motionless form, wiping the sleep (and everything in between) from her eyes before tensing her whole body for a quick, sweep stretch. She heard the vertebras crack pleasurably as they slowly broke apart from each other, quickly going into regular positioning in accurate movement.

Satisfied by her progress, she slowly slid from the bed, cold bare feet hitting the hard rocky surface below. Odd… She didn't recall taking off her shoes (or her socks for that matter) so she was dimly surprised by the cold greeting. Taking light steps, she carefully walked across the room toward the small drawer that held a small collective of miscellaneous objects. Small things she kept. She looked thoughtfully at the rotting drawer. The wooden frame protested against it's own weight, creaking little by little but still managing to hold up. Quickly she moved her hand to scan the drawers, never opening them, but waiting till they arrived at the top.

Ah, there were her belongings. Quickly she grabbed her shoes and socks from the top of the drawer, grateful to slide the fabric over her skin to distance the cold that slowly starting gnawing at the balls of her feet. Her slipping on her shoes quickly followed this. She frowned in a moment's time after slipping them on.

It seemed she'd have to get new ones soon… She noticed it earlier, but she could easily just dismiss it than. Back than, her toes were only just touching the roof of her shoes in an in proportional way. It was easy to just feel the small nods of pain (and seeing she usually wore her shoes even when she sleeped) and get used to them. She grimaced, feeling the stab of pain as the shoes slowly started to cripple her feet, rather than the small the small pain, it felt more like an explosion of pain as it slowly seeped into her cramped bones and tender flesh, laughing at her in mockery at her unworthiness to wear them. It was another thing on the list.

Silently, she started walking to the other side of the room; quickly glancing in the bathroom mirror while she walked passed it, fixing bits of her hair she saw before her reflection came out of view, carefully closing the door behind her before walking downstairs.

The pungent smell of drugs mixed with the smell of greasy bacon and eggs (note that the two came hand in hand, in other words, not that the food was mixed with the drugs… As far as she was concerned) made her wrinkle her nose in slight disgust, feeling the very stench of it surround her and grip at her skin. Glancing warily, she followed the horrid scent, following her daily routine as she silently opened another door, closing it quickly behind her.

The first people always noticed were the horrid smell. It reeked of chemicals gone wrong and other unearthly scents that may have not even existed on the earth in the first place. If people thought that outside the smell was bad, inside was worse. It made her wonder idly how Dorothy's followers (no matter how small or weak at the moment) never used common sense to check the last place she was at and the scent that proved something (whether it was human or not, who knew) lived in here.

The next people would notice is the shelves upon shelves of glass vials. Each content seemingly harmless, but she knew better now not to be fooled from appearance. Inside each smooth barrier was a slick curious content. Each were of many colours, varying from black to white, from green to blue, all in it's different shapes and sizes, some, she noticed, seem to have leaked or cracked, oozing the vile liquid to mix with others, only little kids would be foolish enough to think it was some kind of candy shop, but adults knew better. It was obvious. In each container, each size, dimension, mass, colour, scent. It was all the different breeds of drugs

Quickly glancing her way from them, she looked to the man in front of her (surprised the rabbits nor any of Dorothy's henchmen never found this man's hide out) which she waved quickly to, before setting herself down onto a table layed in the center of the room. (An improvement she added to her thoughts).

"Morning," he greeted, also sitting himself down, and Lilia quickly nodded, following suit. It was odd how she came by him. When she had aroused herself to leave the mushroom tower, she wondered aimlessly. It looked like she was in a drunken stupor as she stumbled upon her own steps dimly until she had finally collapsed. This man (the self-proclaimed lord of drugs, i.e. Hector) had walked outside, surprised to see a small girl in such a heap of clothes and flesh that barely seemed human at the time. The rain didn't help at all that had suddenly occurred, contrasting the girl's colour to an eerie pale and sticking her clothes to her skin. Despite his usually uncaring, odd attitude, he felt sympathy for the girl, who also looked oddly familiar, though, he pushed that back at the moment, facing the crisis before him. He helplessly scratched his cheek for a second, and glanced around his sides, in hope she was someone else's burden and the owner of the burden would take her away. However, it was obvious that she was alone, and by the looks of things, had no where to go (or hadn't had anywhere to go) by the dark lines over her eyes showing extreme exhaustion, and wrinkles he knew shouldn't be there.

So, he took it upon himself to take care of the girl, and had eventually received his answers of how, when, where, and why. The poor thing. She never talked nor showed any sign of reconization, and just looked blankly forward at the beggining. The girl really was a mess, she never ate, she never sleep, hell she never even blinked from when he'd check up on her. It was as if her face was frozen shut. Frozen for an eternity's time. That haunting look on her face seemed so old beyond comparison of the youth's face. It truthly scared him, and he'd tell stories of people he gave drugs to in a nervous heap, wanting to hear something to talk rather than this lifeless thing called a body only to be known as one from the soft breathing, it was as if that would stop too. But she was a person for that matter. It didn't make sense.

Luckily, she seemed brought back to life when he told her of a peculiar boy. He described the boy, roughly around the same age as her. He had blonde hair, and blue eyes, and held that same serious look the girl had (Odd, he thought to himself at how similar the two seemed), except, it seemed only deeper, and more mature than the girl's own eyes, and not as lost or tarnished. Her head immediately snapped at that, and for the first time she wasn't frozen in time, instead, her eyes looked very much alive at the mere mention of his young customer. Rather shocked by the sudden reaction, he slurred and jerked his words for that moment, bringing back his old nervous tick scratching his cheeks lightly. Oddly happy that something had finally gotten into that girl. He continued quickly on with his story, seeing the great hope burning into her eyes, piercing at the mention of the name. He told her he gave him the most rare of his drugs, and when he finished, he was rather dumb strucked. If this was all it took to make a kid happy about hearing drugs … He sure as hell didn't know what to think. He never had siblings nor really knew anything about the kids of this age, sure, he sold drugs to people younger than her, but he never knew anything quite like her and her reaction. It wasn't till a little thinking and later he realized that it wasn't the drugs that made her happy to hear about. It was the boy

It was the boy this whole entire time that made her seem so happy, and he didn't realize it till she turned to stone again, a living stone that looked at nothing. And when he finally realized what it was that brought the statue to life, he brought that remedy with him each time, and slowly broke her out of her stone prison. He slapped himself mentally later, he didn't understand how he didn't see it before. It was a vague guess, but he was sure of it.

The knew the boy… No… She loved the boy. And by the look of things, it seemed his other guess was right. The boy was, was…

… …

…Well… It was expected. Whether it was from the drugs or something else he couldn't even imagine, he was dead. And she left him that day. It all made sense now, and it was from her vague confirmations that the pieces could be stuck together.

Despite how long it took, he was finally getting out more words out of her besides her nods and shakes. It was… Interesting, at the least. Back to when he first found her, she really was the living dead, but now, she was making swift progress from returning to the space she was kept at. The conversations were rather pleasant actually, and he found himself relaxing instead of how stiff he was, wondering how the hell he got himself into that position.

And even more to his surprise, she eventually started to move about, curiosity had finally grabbed her, and she exploited the hotel, trying to find similarities and differences, thoroughly caught up with her task at hand.

The wrinkles and faded look were still on her face, she recovered drastically, and finally gaining the much-needed weight she finally received and her now clean hair. But she never was completely healed, and never would be Grimacing, he thought about how that look never faded completely as he watched the girl quickly dispose of her eggs and bacon, before collecting her plate and his, walking down the hallway to find the sink. He listened to the quick rushing of water before it was abruptly turned off. That was normal. And he grimaced again, thinking about how he, Lord of the Drugs, was probably going to close down soon enough. Truth be told, the last business he really got was with Rion (he carefully made sure he didn't think of the boy by any nicknames as 'blondie,' or whatever his mind came up with, one of them being the 'very addicted kid to drugs,' though, that thought was more for fun) and he gave him those for free!

Though, it didn't help, these were small things, compared to what he felt. Something was coming, that much he was sure of. He felt it the day he took the girl under his wing, a prickly sensation that climbed from his neck to arms, sending jots of uneasiness down his spine. It was easy to ignore, but the feeling got stronger every day. And she knew. Lilia knew, and like most things, she wasn't going to tell him. Couldn't tell him.

In risk of the danger he was already well known thrown into. Something that not even drugs or steroids could cover up, for now, he could enjoy the pleasant silence, until that was taken away from him.

And so he roused himself, to help Lilia the best way he could, no one would ever come into this store again anyway.

AUTHOR'S NOTES

AN:

Well, this is my sad attempt at angst xD

I'm oh so very glad I can't be sued….o.o

Or else I would've been sued a long time ago! D

Disclaimer:

I do not own Galerians, Lilia, or Hecter, only Hecter's name (seeing I don't recall him having a name), so yeah. The style and how it's written belongs to me though (sadly xD)

Anyway! Time for

Acknowledgements

Hehe… Sorry for this being random, but I wanted to acknowledge the reviewers, one of the few who's ever reviewed my story! T-T It makes me so happy!

SapphirelLights: YAY! You reviewed! 0

XD I was surprised by the shortness me self seeing when I usually write a story (one shots and such from the past) it was usually in the 2 000 words range. I had to stop there or else it'd turn out horrible.

Thank you so much again! -

And thanks for the critism! ;3

I'll keep that in mind in future chapters! -

Sniffles as well Sapphire… Are we… The only LilianxRion fan writers out there? T-T

Apoetcreatesmagic: Thanks for the review! D

I hope to play the sequel, the good thing about sequels is that the writers can look it over, slap their faces, and correct things they didn't notice before! xD (Is joking)

Yeah, Galerians is wonderful so far, and I've only watched the movie! T-T

Angelcain: xD I've seen you around! -

XD Kind of hard to kiss a girl when your dead though, neh?

Well, nice to meet ya! D

As you know, I'm Taokitty and hai! Tie shall check out your deviant! -

… Well… I actually already did… But whatever…. ;3

Thanks again! -

P.S. Oh wow… I was afraid I'd write too much… Sorry! -

This'll probably go in and off by the way, bout writing so less then switching to writing so much about nothing… Sorry…

I hope I didn't drag it too far. D:

Ah well, the third chapter is shorter Is almost done writing it xD

Screw weekly updates! D

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It's good for the soul and helps me improve. ;3

Note to Self: Read more angst fanfics to get an idea of how to write one. D

Also, I hope this one did not drag too much. D:

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Love the colour. 3