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Chapter Four
His eyes opened, wide and gaping black holes. They were filled with things she'd never seen nor experienced, things she never wanted to see. His eyes were black with something evil, something immortal. He was desiccated of something vital, something he needed to live. No, she thought, I had killed him. He's supposed to be dead…
But he wasn't. He was alive and breathing, alive with avid passion. Now, he was running around and screaming, screeching for his life. His blood was boiling with something feral and untamed, living, breathing, and surviving inside him now. He was something strange and dark, and somehow she knew that it connected back to her.
He ran off into the night, taking his horror to whoever might cross his path. And she wished, if only for a moment, that she could cry.
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"Well, what the hell are we supposed to do about it?!"
"You wouldn't even care if she was murdered!"
"Of course we would, Robin! She's our friend!"
"Then get out and search for her!!"
Nothing could stop them from breaking out now. The news had hit like an atomic bomb, and everyone had been stunned to absolute silence. But, as soon as that died out, everyone had been left searching for an answer, trying to figure out a solution. And the further they searched, the further they were pushed to admit the truth: they didn't even know the problem.
"ENOUGH!" Raven yelled, silencing both Beastboy and Robin instantly. "We're never going to get anywhere if you two keep yelling. Let's just find out what went wrong with her, first."
Everyone immediately agreed to this solution. Staring at Cyborg, everyone waited for an answer. "As far as I could tell when she was hooked up was that she had caught the virus. But I don't know how, if she didn't even leave the tower."
"Maybe she did," Raven suggested.
"But why?" Beastboy asked.
"Because," Robin began, his voice drained and somber, "it was too much for her to handle. I put to much pressure on her, on everyone, for something we had no control over. I guess she was feeling guilty, and decided to help…." He stopped, sighing deeply before finally admitting the inevitable "…and got hit."
"But why is she still alive, then?" Beastboy asked, trying to ignore his poignant leader.
"Because she isn't human," Cyborg began. "All humans die within two hours. She's from another planet, with bodily systems in close resemblance to humans, and somehow susceptible to the virus. So who knows what the virus's affect is on her."
"As far as we could tell," Robin said, "it was nothing close to human affects."
"So what do we do to help her?" Beastboy asked.
They all turned to each other, silently anticipating what was next to come.
"We find her."
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The sun was just beginning to set over the sea, sending vibrant colors splashing over the sky. Seagulls flew high over head, preparing themselves for the night to come. Everything in the forlorn town was vacant, and everything seemed colored in grey. The emotions and thoughts the people held seemed to contrast greatly with the sky, a mixed array of emotions and secrets.
She lurked through the ruins of what used to be Jump City, running, leaping, and prowling along the cracked and torn road. She held so many emotions, all of which she could not feel in the least. She knew so many secrets, and none she could speak. Nothing she could say or do could turn her world back to the way it should be, because she was in too deep. She was up to her neck in these emotions and secrets, and she was drowning in their darkness.
"Starfire!" came a voice.
"I'm here!" she called back. In her mind, in her sole, she was screaming those words at the top of her lungs. But what appeared to everything and everyone around her was so, so much different. Instead came a growl and a leap in the voices direction. Lunging forward, she began to hunt down the voice that knew her name. Inside, she began to cry.
"Starfire!" it sang again, closer now.
"Help me!" she cried. Because she needed his arms around her, so she could feel his warmth, just to know that it was ok.
She saw, oh how she wish she didn't, him come forth from the shadows. His tall figure lay still in shock only five feet from her, mouth open and gaping. She felt her body snap forward, her limber sole being dragged towards him in one fierce movement. Pulling back with all her might, she wished and prayed for her not to get any closer. She wanted him to stay away, but she wished for him to be holding her again.
"Starfire…," he whispered her name, and it felt so right to hear it come from his lips. "What happened to you?"
"I don't know," she whimpered. "Please, help me."
As if the words she spoke were words he could hear, he moved forward towards her. Just for a moment, she gave in to her body. Wanting more than anything for him to hold her again, she lost control. And then, snapping awake, she jumped forward, knocking him down to the ground. Sinking her head low, her lips were only inches from his. And she felt nothing.
There, next to her, was a puddle of water. In it was her reflection, lying motionlessly on top of his body. Her eyes were black with desire, just like the boy's. Her crimson hair was intertwined on his chest, completely enmeshed. Her red lips lay on his neck, her dagger teeth just tickling his skin. In the puddle reflected a monster who stole soles, who took her life and was about to take his.
Her legs were straddling him, her arms rubbing him, her lips tasting him. Every inch of her ached to sink her teeth in, to taste his blood, the blood that she longed for. Every inch of her screamed to take him, to make him hers. Every inch of her wanted him more than anything; her sole, her mind, her body, her lips. She wanted him, and she could have him. Right here and now.
And yet somehow he was free, slipping away, running off into the night. For she had let him escape, because she had not fully succumb to the desire. But she knew the horror that awaited her in the near future, for the words were gripping her mind, compelling her to move forward: she had not fully succumb to the desire.
For now…not yet….
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I'm pretty much blank as far as it goes for plot ideas… I'm not too good at planning out a story from the beginning… Anyone have any ideas?
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