Wish
Lilia got her wish… Except without the pluses… Or so she thought. RionxLilia
Chapter 3: Prepares and Fares
If we wait for a moment when everything, absolutely everything is ready, we shall never begin
-Ivan Turgenev
Lilia sat at her desk, staring blankly yet again at the screens before her, filled and nurtured with so much information, trapped inside it's womb, waiting for it's apparent meaningless existence to be put to use.
It was funny, Lilia decided, that the very thing (compared to technology this day) was rather old… A 'piece of crap' but she was rather happy, seeing how perfection only led to corruption… Or when something believed it was perfect, never to see it's own faults. That's how some were, she mused. Dorothy was a great example of that. But like the information on this computer, if it was nurtured and brought forth, it could surely lead to an eminent destruction, not only to itself, but others.
She shook her head, finally finding her psyche and focus, she stared at the screen with all the concentration she could muster, taking a jump towards the sea of letters and numbers, of diagrams and pixels. It wasn't really that hard really once she started; it was just jumping into the current that was the hardest.
Something seemed… Off… Though. She couldn't place it, but it seemed as if a chunk of information was missing… Somehow corrupted, but something matted over to mend the gap, it didn't make sense though.
Could it be…? No, she shook her head, almost laughing nervously at what she jumped to. It couldn't be Dorothy. First off, the woman was too weak, and even if she wanted to, she couldn't possibly breach into the computer (as far as she knew, but what DID she know these days?). The thing she loved about it was how old it was. So old in fact, Dorothy's superior functions could never breach into what was considered so many 'flaws' in the system. True, there was always the occasional glitches and freezes, but besides that, everything was fine.
"Could it be…?" she questioned herself again, her voice finding her thoughts, she ducked under her desk –the chair leaning in quiet protest by the change of weight- and skimmed through the small pile of books to her side.
They were dusty book, obviously not being dealt with for over a long period of time, and when she simply touched the side of one so gently push it out of the way, inches of dust collected on her fingers. Brushing it off, she grabbed a particular text. Ahhh. Here it was.
The Data Base System.
She quickly skimmed through a few pages, content in finally finding what she was looking for. This book was meant for the older computers, how she had managed to find such books and computers was even a mystery to her, but it did hold useful knowledge. So she smiled slightly, reading the title of the neatly printed page.
"Viruses."
It was funny in a way, maybe ironic how she had known so little of viruses when she was a kid. Sure, she knew what they were because of what she had in her head that she could destroy Dorothy with it… And that was basically it. When she was a child, she wasn't really a computer type of person; instead, she preferred to spend time with Rion of course. She was a kid after all, and kids weren't really interested in such 'trivial' items, and so they blissfully played outside whether it was tag or hide and seek. Ah, how she missed those days… She hadn't really considered the huge responsibility her father had given them until recently; it wasn't as much as the action (despite knowing if she failed it would probably be the end of the world as humans knew it) that really had a blow on her… It was more… Of the aftermath and how she'd grown that affected her. How old was she? 15? 17? (She was sure she was 17, but she couldn't be certain) and here she was, doing what the virus code should of done.
She cringed for a moment, grabbing her temple with her fingers letting the book settle on her lap. Another of the few aftermaths that she had lived through so far.
Though the virus code had supposively completed its uses, it was still there. No, she could not use it in any way, she had no more special powers than the ones she was limited to before, which was really only telepathies and… Air lines disruptions. And that didn't last long. It wasn't because she was special she received her power, it was simply because the force of the virus itself fueled in her head treated it as a sort of… Mainframe. And it would only make sense that the virus code would activate itself around Galerians, even if a little, so it did give her some influence in that category as well, and of course, it acted as a mainframe to Rion, who was also connected in that way... They were like two computers, and though sometimes it was hard to reach Rion and (him not answering her for the longest time), she still always felt him, like a forum, she could always enter when he was conscious, but not when he unconscious, no matter how much she hated that. True, if she tried hard enough she could contact Rion in his sleep, but it drained her so much, it was too tiring for her… Never mind what she did to (or attempted) to Rita.
However, she was still burdened with the physical presence of the thing in her head. No more codes or viruses resting in the nest of brain cells and skin, but an empty container, slowly sinking in her brain. Bet her father didn't think of that, did he?
So she experienced the pain, she could feel the damned thing drawing apart her brain cells, so to counteract it, she usually had to lay her head upside down for a set of time until it crashed with the roof of her skull. Not the most pleasant experiences, but it was better than being dead. And, at least it was a small chip, and wasn't doing much damage yet.
Though, when she felt a faint shock, when she felt what seemed like electricity coursing through her membrane to short circuit, she knew.
Dorothy was alive, and was getting stronger quickly. She thought or so she believed she was still very weak despite her rapid recovery, but how could she be so sure?
So here she was, reading useless data to breach something. Memorizing street names and history of every town, city, country even. She even reached some old data banks of Dorothy, trying to read as much as she could of the wretch of a god, to ploy some weakness. She was sure she had read as much as she could, and was prepared for just about everything.
She just couldn't seem to leave.
There was still some small factors she wanted to work out, some small pieces of information she tried to desperately grope for, but alas, it was as if she was in the dark. She reached nothing, and couldn't see.
She could just as well leave, however, she didn't want to miss anything important, and be like she was before.
Hecter had suddenly walked in at that moment, breaking Lilia from her silent brooding, turning her head to greet the drug dealer, smiling wryly towards the man.
A figure walked around in circles, back tracking his steps repetitively as he carefully retraced each print on the ground. A hardened crust of mud had been left in its place, and slowly chipped and protested, as black shoes crunched underneath it like simple snow. Without wavering a second thought of where the mud could of come from.
The man seemed odd enough as it already was. A black coat draped over most of his body, covering his feet, his arms, his neck, and even part of his face. The collar of the coat was rather distinct and pointed upward, yet, not clinging to the man's neck, it had a good distance away, the diameter completely even on both sides. Second off, he wore black leather gloves on his hands to prevent even more from seeing the man's skin, not even showing a glimmer of it. The only thing that really did was his face. Despite the lurking black cow boy hat that covered a good portion of his head, the shadows betrayed him and from underneath, sparks of blonde hair could be seen. His eyes weren't in view seeing that was one of the few things the hat actually succeeded at doing, however, his mouth was visible, and was drawn in a grimacing expression, perched against force to be patient.
Oh, how he hated to be patient. How he hated it even more to wear such damned clothing.
Water dripped down from his coat, seemingly drenched in water despite his surrounding, which was completely dry and water free. His feet continued to scrap against the chunks of mud and cement until he came to an abrupt stop, his mouth turning into what looked like a scowl as he had unexpectantly been hit.
"Sorry I'm late!" yelled the voice, which sounded like a young lady… Scratch that, girl. He winced at the high pitch of the young girl, but heard her continue before he could say more," It's just that, even though I know the meeting was to start at 17:00 sharp, I was a little worried and feared I may have gotten the date or time mixed up, and so I waited five minutes to double check it all the information was correct," funnily enough, it had just struck 17:05 on the dot when she started," and I didn't want to hack into anyone's brain seeing it just seems so rude and I didn't want to piss anyone off and I was worried seeing I could have been interrupting something important and nyyaaan!" it may have seemed crazy at what seemed like rambling, but what she spoke was the truth.
In a way, she was 'hacking into their brains,' as she put it. It was a skill that only she had in the group; being rather useless, she had taken it upon her to set up the meetings, act as the secretary and whatever, even as the chairperson, but she'd only do so until someone claimed the spot. He continued scowling at the girl and her worried rambling; she was always so damn paranoid! It was driving him up the wall! Sometimes he- okay, calm down now. He took a deep breath. Yes, he knew better than to snap at someone with all the hell they had to go through.
Someone beat him to the punch (whether by verb or noun, I'll let you decide ;D) as another voice entered his head, he could literally hear the scowl radiating off him as the man's voice snapped," You're late starting the meeting… again," the voice paused for a dramatic and threatening edge. The girl whimpered, muttering again some apologies.
"Sorry! . I just can't help it!" yes, he could literally see the 'emoticon' –as the girl had called it- it was interesting actually. In an odd way, he couldn't hear, couldn't see, nor couldn't feel, and yet, somehow, it seemed he could do all both at once. He could see dark purple shadows as a background as white text appeared, wavering for a moment before disappearing. He could hear the voices in his thoughts, as if they were echoes before they were stuttered off in the dark. He could feel –hell, even see- the faces of each speaker, but it seemed more like the water's reflection. He could sense it, but not grasp it. He was about to say something, but yet again, before he could even speak (or think, whatever you prefer) another voice intervened. Interrupting the scowling man who was indeed about to say something, and him as well, before he even got a chance to think yet again.
"-Stop nagging on her!" entered another female voice, stopping the other man's voice. She sounded older than the girl, closer to his own age, but was still a little young. She acted as the protector of the small girl who had no backbone, so it was up to this one to care for her.
Finally finding no interruption, he started," Now to the matters-"
"It's not my fault if the brat is always starting the meetings late and hass no back to her and whines all the time, you know that time is of esscence and here she is, so paranoid if the meeting was today she wasted precious time 'sides, you shouldn't even be wasting your breath on me, you pyro" the older male's voice sneered, it was older than his own, and he grew sometimes jealous of this man's aloof attitude… Apparently, it made him see stars and cows and flying monkeys.
There was the pause, and the roaring yell which he knew would come "WHAT THE HELL!!! HOW DARE YOU-" she always over reacted
"It's okay, really, I'm fi- -" he was surprised she still tried to intervene between the two, it was rather a miracle.
"SHUT UP!" they both yelled at the younger girl, eventually, it blew to an all out war between the female and the older man, each bickering like a married couple… An old married couple... A very, very, very very old married couple… Feeling the last of his nerves being pulled and the throbbing headache sure to ensure, he glared (not that they could really see it, but sure as hell feel it radiate off of him). That's it he had enough.
"QUIET!! ALL OF YOU! WOULD YOU LISTEN TO ME! WE DIDN'T COME TO CONTACT JUST TO ALL GET HEADACHES FROM YOUR DAMN ARGUING!!!" he boomed. So much for anger management… Not that he took it.
He glowered again, directing his voices between the two 'couple," Especially YOU TWO you of ALL should know why we shouldn't waste time arguing!!" they should of learned by now. Actually, the female had a restraining order against the older man now.
He truthly didn't expect it to have such an effect on the group, but it did. Perhaps, this was the first time they actually listened to him, perhaps it was because they hadn't heard him yell in awhile, or perhaps, they forgot who their leader was.
"THANK YOU! Continue -.-" he spat, one of his eyes twitching in place. Remember, find a happy place, find a happy place, find a fricken- DID HE JUST USE AN EMOTICON?!
"So… What are we called here for? -;;;" called the timid girl's voice. He almost tripped on the pile of mud. He wouldn't be surprised if anime fall erupted around the city.
He swore, one of these days he would-! He took a slap to his own forehead as enough to throw away his aggravation… For the mean time.
"You should know, of all people why we were called here," he could just feel the heat of the anger simmering with each word he spoke.
"Oh, right! As we know, we've been called dealing with that… Certain case, as we know. Dorothy," he could feel her wincing at the words," will be acting soon. Now. Fast," small murmurs were heard in the small collective of voices. It didn't take long for the small group to speak up… And start a riot amongst themselves. He and the small girl shook their heads in complete disappointment.
"I'll GO!"
"No! You're barely experienced! I'll go!"
were some of the examples, and than there was the small whine
"I don't wanna go! TT"and so on and so forth. He wondered to himself, how the hell did he get stuck with this job?
It was broken when a voice spoke up. Seemingly quiet and small compared to the others rambunctious nature, but each word seemed to be filled with a secret power. Hidden malice was beneath the surface as it spoke, as well as a commanding voice of it's own" I'll go."it was a voice that made you cringe and listen to each word.
Silence filled the crowd. Everyone seemed to quake in fear of the voice, hell, he was a little scared of it too. It had an edge of something worse than malice, something that had been engulfed long ago, filled with so much corruption. The sadistic tone was there, the plain, bored tone. No one made any protests. Praying to the lord –wait, scratch that, praying to no one- he thanked for the alarming silence. Despite how desolate it seemed now, he was happy he wouldn't have to suffer a migraine.
Asking amazing calmly, he said as any leader would," You sure?" shooting the words out coolly, in an equal cold tone to match the voice.
He could feel a nod, or see, or however the system worked" Yeah."
He sighed," You sure you're up to it?"
He received another nod," Go," and the voice left.
Filled with awkward silence, he shuffled a bit where he stayed.
It was all nice and quiet, until the small girl's voice asked," Ano… What happened to the other member?"
Silence.
"…What other member?"
"You know, I could of sworn we had another member… No wait, scratch that, atleast two other members!… Or five… Or ten"
Silence.
"Awww shit…"Yet again, the small girl failed to connect one member yet again… Or numerous members... No wonder why one of them was always insulting her….
… That is, before smelling the suffocating stench surrounding the man, and the pipe held in his digits eagerly being pulled towards his mouth. She wrinkled her nose in disgust to the smell that lingered in the air.
"You still smoke that stuff?" she asked the older man, a bemused quirk of her eyebrow listening to the man's indignant grunt, ignoring her comment completely before retorting with a simple
"You're still working at that damned computer?" it was his turn to raise a bemused eyebrow, and he had a point at that too. She had been working, and from a simple glance outside, eyes widening at how long she'd been already concentrating at the computer.
"It's been that long?" she asked herself in a dazed awe, watching the light slowly fading, only to be replace with the sprinkles of stars in the sky, which, didn't really help to see in the dark. Dusk had already come.
"No, it's only been a second," the drug dealer rolled his eyes, his voice becoming high pitched and giggly. What did she expect from him when he'd been smoking pot probably the whole entire time? It didn't help he was rocking backwards as if he was about to fall or how childish he acted… She could only shake her head sadly.
"What have you found that's so damn interesting anyway?" he asked, slurring the words in a drunkard state. In a way, he was. Just worse.
She knew he probably wouldn't be able to keep up, or really listen, but she thought she may want to try to explain what was on her mind. It kept her at ease," Actually," she started, tapping a red dot," I've been studying this for awhile… It's rather odd for usually these screens will stay lighted at all times, and such a dot as this doesn't appear that often," moving the curser on the screen, she brought up a window.
"This," her mouse hovered," tells of broadcast and airline waves, of internet connection, railway transports, basically any electronic that can be worked without a plug," she continued," the odd thing is… These air lines, they're usually top notch, unless one of these red dots," again, she pointed to another screen that had a small vague map of Michoangelo City," here appear, the airline waves become weak… Disconnected even, it doesn't make much sense either, for as soon as the airline waves are at their best, the red dots flicker, and go out of existence, I'm assuming it's one of Dorothy's creatures, but if such a thing is wondering in the city, why does it disappear? Does it simply sleep? Do her creations even sleep?" she felt a pang of guilt for a moment at her harsh words, how could she think such things?
"Also, how come the red dots are so far away? Unless… Unless…" it struck her then.
Her eyes widened at the possibility, surely it couldn't-?
She had to check. Quickly bringing up many folders that seemed random, she moved the curser from screen to screen, quickly tapping each necessary function and highlighting many things. She surely couldn't have-?
… She did. She made a fatal mistake. Even in Hecter's high state that steadily grew worse, he could see the sheer horror in her eyes, her iris' colour seemed to barely exist to the blank white that surrounded it, her mouth was wide open and seemed to sketch a silent scream. It was a silent scream. How could she-?
"Lilia…?" he asked, trying to put on a look of concern.
"Pack," she simply stated, following her own order as she quickly grabbed the books underneath together and started disconnecting the computers, wrapping the wires around each other and disconnecting all computers.
"Huh-"
"Didn't you hear me?! Pack now!" hysteria seemed to lace her words as she quickly ran out of the room, the outdated electronics laying on the desk. He didn't need to be told twice, he quickly ran out to his drug room, packing whatever drugs he wanted. Cocaine? Defiantly cocaine, Cannabis? Nah.
Lilia quickly ran back in the room to grab a suitcase. Seeing no one really stayed here and the ones that once did –who, most were sprawled on the walls, she shivered- see were gone, she easily opened a suitcase, and threw everything out before packing the valuable data she had harvested in the computers. She also grabbed someone's random one which was full of clothes. Why didn't she think of that sooner?
Running out in the hall, she quickly ran into Hecter with his own suitcase, seemingly more active now, he asked," What the hell is-" he was interrupted. A sickening sound came from outside. It sounded like a howl of a dog, yet, whipped with a blood piercing screech, the high pitch drove both their ears in pain, answering the very thing she feared. Hecter, seemed paralyzed beyond all us, before another screech was heard, they turned their heads, this one seemed closer to them, and was from the north west, another screech and another was heard, drawing closer to them, closer to where they were standing, where they breathed, where their shadow was. She only wondered why they hadn't come sooner.
A horrible shock came to her. She had forgotten her doll; she had forgotten what was left of Rion.
Despite the horrifying sounds of those creatures coming closer, and Hecter yelling in surprise and than in anger for her to come back, she ran. She ran to her room, dropping the machinery on the floor, not even checking if the pieces were still put together from the harsh fall. How could she have been so stupid? How could she leave such a prized possession she'd probably give her life for? If only she hadn't taken her stay here for granted… If only she noticed something sooner.
She probably would indeed give her life for her doll.
She quickly entered the room, grabbing the doll and pulling it into a swift, tight hug, till there was another screech. And this time, it wasn't that far away.
In a moment before she could even brace herself, the window crashed beside her, glass sprayed everywhere, contracting the light into serial rainbow shards. Beautiful, was her thought, before it attacked.
The creature snarled, before slamming into her, luckily, she turned so it only hit her side. Bones seemed to splinter and snap by the sheer force of the push as she and the creature slammed into the wall. Painfully.
The drawer wobbled and fell onto the ground as Lilia quickly got up, this time dodging the creature completely, quickly jumping on top of the wardrobe and taking a glance at the creature behind her. No, she would not, could not look into the creature's eyes.
Run. Her legs told her. Run was all she could do, away from the danger that threatened her life, that she could do nothing against. It was painful to think about, she wondered if this was how Rion felt when charging his attacks. She knew he needed time to charge his attacks, warning her with such caution with each step in Mushroom Tower, he was nervous. So, maybe this was how he felt?
Quickly closing the door behind her, she heard the creature snarl, the door being pounded roughly on the otherside before a crack started to form. Taking this chance, she ran down the stairs before she heard another door shatter somewhere and a scream, except this one was silenced completely.
Panic rising in her, she jumped the last three steps, landing with a quick thud on the ground, paralyzed from the impact for just a moment before glancing up to see Hecter at the other side of the hallway. Apparently, the creatures hadn't bothered coming from this entrance.
Before, she didn't really look at the creature. She didn't have to, she only saw part of its body, sprawled on the floor, and everything happened in such a rush she didn't have time to observe detail. At that moment, there was nothing she could do but run away from the creature, the one she had seen so many times before. However now, she had all the time in the world. And they had a simple name for such creatures.
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They were rabbits. Hideously disfigured creatures that crashed through the window, more shards shone through but this time was mocked by the reflection of the creature's pale skin that spelled doom to all eyes it met, it didn't matter who or what they were. And this time, it's eyes laid on Lilia.
"No," Lilia thought, shaking her head instead of looking into those emotionless eyes, devoid of a soul, just as the Galerians, just as Rion had. All too quickly memories came once pouring back, fixing her to the stop as the creature eerily –no, eagerly- came to close in on it's prey.
It was Hecter that broke Lilia out of her trance," Lilia, hurry up!" he urged to the frozen brunette, it snapped her back into reality, just as the creatures striked.
Bracing for impact of it's fiendish claws, she opened her eyes to find no pain, and saw the creature steadying its feet. On the ground, broken glass vials had sprayed loose from the bag –luggage, to be exact- the liquids oozing together to form a dangerous corrosive material, swiftly eating at the rabbit's feet. Lilia didn't miss an opportunity, and wasn't eager to look at the rabbit's melting or corrosive form either.
Quickly she ran to meet Heacter at the end of the hallway as the creature howled in pain, the second one tried to approach, but it too was smugged by another bag of luggage. Good, less wait to carry anyway.
Sadly, this luggage contained non-lethal containers and only held the container of clothes she had planned to bring along which contained shirts, shorts, etc. along with Hecter throwing his own clothes (which he amazingly had time to pack for) only causing nothing more but a trip of the creature's feet.
Quickly she reached the other side of the room just in time, she quickly slammed the door on the creature's face which only howled with protest before she and Hecter quickly ran for their lives down the forbidden roads, taking sharp turns in alleys and zigzagging their way quickly before stopping for a moment to catch a breather, taking a short rest. The howls could be heard in a sound of dismay, coming from all sides of the city.
"They're :Pant: after us," Lilia said in between breaths, slumping her only bag she was able to salvage on the ground resting, before she too joined it.
"You :Pant: think?" Hecter growled in impatience through his breaths as well. It had probably been the first time Hecter had seen a so called "rabbit," contraire to her who recalled them so well in appearance, spending the last 4 –or was it five?- years running from them, so it was permanently stained in her memory.
After a few more moments from the short discussion, quickly, Hecter and her stood up. Not sure of how much of a safe distance they had covered before running again, taking a swift turn which led them to the streets, about to head for the next alley when luckily, a cab rolled by. Not missing their chance, Hecter quickly raised his hands in the air yelling for the cab to stop. Fortunately for them, it did stop.
Unfortunately for them, they heard the creatures (who knew how many of them were?) howling in distress. Lilia and Hecter quickly stepped in. If this was under any other circumstances, they'd probably be suspicious of the cab(or at least Lilia, not really knowing exactly how the city was recovering despite all the information she absorbed), but when creatures that had the intent to kill you were close by, well, you'd want to ride something faster than them.
"Where to?" asked the very bright young man, glancing at his two passengers through the rear view mirror.
"Anywhere but here," Lilia replied breathlessly, a note of bitterness on her tongue. She slumped into the plush leather seat, relaxing her tired muscles (and mental help as well) while in the ride.
It was a quiet drive and gave Lilia time to think. Glancing at the brooding elder man at the opposite side of her (he scooted over so she could sit at the black stained window), she somehow felt touched by what he did. She knew he probably planned to start another business opportunity and to truly become known out there, but he threw it away for her safety. It was only fair he threw something of hers to the creature's. Sighing, she sunk her head deeper into the rubbery seat, willingly digging her scalp in the soft fabric of it.
Though, she was worried. The rabbits… How did they know where she was? Well, she did expect them to come but not so suddenly, she thought Dorothy would of taken atleast a few months worth of recovery, had they instead gathered that much power in that short amount of time? Not only that but were able to make a new proto type? Those rabbits… They were defiantly different from the ones she saw before, everything about them seemed so different from the ones who pursued her before, the way they acted and the way the looked, probably even more numerous of ways were they different from the ones she knew for so long! She was sure she'd emit a groan.
She pondered this. She needed followers and she needed them fast. Who knew how long until she took over the whole city again. And not only that, she didn't exactly have the virus code in her anymore (not that it was much help, she added dryly to herself). This time, a groan did emit from her features. Hecter was still pouting in his corner, she should probably thank him. That is, if she wasn't interrupted.
"Something wrong miss?" asked the bright taxi driver warily, throwing her a worried glance before focusing his expression on the rode. A real gentleman, she figured.
Lilia smiled warily, shaking her head and trying her best to reply without sounding too tired," No, I'm fine… Really," she added seeing the unconvinced expression.
"You know if there's anything I can help you with…"he shook his head," feel free to ask! I've heard things you wouldn't believe," he said jokingly, trying to brighten the mood.
This time, Lilia did wear a small smile. "I'm sure you have," she mused to herself," I'm sure you have," and she didn't mean it sarcastically either. At last, her tense muscles relaxed completely in a comfortable position. She was ready to embrace sleep if not for what the man said afterwards.
"You know…" he paused, before gaining the courage to speak," I've heard from my passenger some rumors, and nasty ones at that…"
Somehow the serene atmosphere did not seem so serene at all. By Lilia's semi-wide eyes the man grimaced, turning back to his wheel," I'm sorry miss… Just never mind what I sai- What have you heard?" Lilia asked calmly, demanding him to tell her. She didn't like the feel in her stomach, and even Hecter seemed to have awakened from his brooding.
The taxi driver shook his head," No, never mind miss, pretend I didn't say- Tell me," her words interrupted again, they were oddly calm from her throat, but the tension was there, and the force was there. Her words were final.
The driver shook his head, before bringing it down submissively. Again he started, each word was spoken very slowly," Well…" he paused, looking at her, before sighing, almost pitifully," When you're a taxi driver… You hear a lot of things. A lot of things you shouldn't know at that. You see, you aren't the only ones I've driven in a state like this," he stopped, letting the words slowly sink in, it seemed as though he was reflecting these words himself" some bleeding, some carrying nasty wounds, but they don't say anything…" he mused to himself," I always asked them what's wrong… But they always say nothing, as if their damned wounds don't exist even! However, my cheerful personality always eased them, and do you know what they tell me?" her stomach seemed to slowly draw in a tighter knot, tension finding it's way back home in her muscles.
"They say creature's of the night are after them, saying they've been watching them for who knows how long? They've been praying… Waiting… But they never escape, no, they always get them…" Hecter stiffened slightly, he didn't like this at all," the thing is, they all seemed connected to one thing, one thing they should never know, it was because of such simple knowledge they were chased down," he chuckled bitterly, his own sanity seemed to leave him as his voice slowly cracked to a high pitch sound," and you know what's happened?" before, he seemed to pause to gain courage in his words, but now… He seemed to pause to look at the two gleefully in the back, old suspense and horror on their faces, more of Lilia's and one simple word ran through her mind in disbelief, no… She didn't want to know, neither of them did, but, he continued anyway.
"They all died… One-by-one…It's been broadcasted on the news each time, how couldn't they for how horrible they were disfigured they were? Each mark, tear, bite, each way they were tortured, killed, murdered, however they did it! It was by those same creatures, each time. The ones that bore those wounds on them, I thought they looked nasty then, but they are capable of so much more… And know who's left with all this knowledge? Me! Of all people! After all, who would tell a measly taxi driver of all these dark secrets that almost no one knows about?" more chuckling," You see, I ask you what's wrong to ease your suffering for the next world, knowing someone else at least knows, you'll probably die tomorrow but hey, at least someone knew what you died for, knowing that it can still be carried of your so called 'legacy'" and this time the chuckling didn't stop, he kept on until it evolved to a laugh, fear and hysteria seemed to lace each sound until he was holding his sides, as if it was some joke, it wasn't until long he finally stopped, wiping the tear from his eye," So, I ask you again, tell me what's wrong miss?" suddenly, the cheerful driver didn't seem that cheerful at all. Nothing was left in his voice but that dull tone, as if it really was just a game. A boring one at that.
Nyan! I hope this chapter was okay! -
Sorry it took so long ;;;
Screw weekly… Updates? ;;; Anyway, yo! Hoped you enjoyed the third chapter, it's kind of funny seeing when I first wrote down my idea for the end, I thought I was 2/3 done the chapter… Only to find out I was only ¼ done it. . Seeing the original written paper up ending was about… 2 to 3 pages on this. XD Out of what?9, 10 11, 12, pages? (The written part that I wrote before hand was marked with sssssss to know when it started -)
Anyway!
Disclaimer: If I owned Galerians, do you really think I'd be writing this? ;3
I however do own the word 'smugged' apparently! D Not sure if I own that textbook name though… . '''
And
Acknowledgements! DSapphirelight: xD Sorry Sapphire-san for worrying you! I truthly can see him as a nice guy. I actually gotta thank you for you helped me think of an idea for the story yet again! - Also, 'bout why I wanted to make it shorter? Put it simply, my stories were sickenly long, with description and stuff that it would of bored you to death, and I notice I'm starting to do that again. ;;;; Atleast it's actually understandable now though…. -.- (I mean sickenly long by each paragraph being more than 20 lines or something just describing a lamp .)
Now if she was with Miroku however... '''
apoetcreatesmagicYup! - I hope you are enjoying it so far. And for the Rion coming back to life… That's my secret. ;D … Along with anyone else's who read the story before I edited something out.
AngelcainCourse I've seen ya around Angelcain! - You reviewed Sapphire-san's story
After all ;D Mkay! - I'll keep a look out for it! D
And remember! Feedback and critism is loved very much! -
I'd hate to write this whole entire story with none! D
(Though, thanks to Sapphire-san, I have received some! Thanks again Sapphire-san! 0)
Seeing, there's so many things I could improve on and I don't know how to. . '''
Also note that her room is upstairs while the computer room she's on is downstairs. ;;; Sorry if it seems a little confusing. (Seeing I didn't say anything like that in the first chapter Sweat)
Also, could someone tell me as much as they know about Dorothy's rabbits? I want to know EVERYTHING about them to hopefully clear some stuff up. . ;;; For example, are those other physic people Rion fights who wear the hats and such Rabbits?
Which reminds me, please make sure I never loose sight of reality for because I have a few plans for this fic now, most likely I'll be too absorbed in it to see some flaws… It's kind of hard how to describe it, but please make sure you guys knock common sense into me (if possibly) every now and then.
By all do respect! Ask questions and I'll answer them to the best of my ability! -
Note to self: Keep original and then edited. -.-''
Also, please forgive me if some information is inaccurate.
… . Yeah, you can so not tell I've been adding notes over the weeks, neh? xD
Also, sorry again! It may not look as prettyful as it did on word. .. And I'm also sorry for making Lilia and Hecter out of character! I noticed two parts atleast where Lilia was out of character but I didn't know how to fix it! . Hecter... I messed up on him being drunk 'n all that. .
-Taokitty
Insert Witty Saying Here :P