So, SO sorry about the late update. My beta is taking FOREVER with it, and I got to impatiant. Eh Heh...
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I know I screwed up Saya's personality in this chapter...but it was ment to be like that. It shows how she changes with various people. I won't give away a lot...
Poor Train- er Captor Cough Cough He had no words in this chapter... I tried to make him seem all cold...
The perspective changes a couple times. The normal font is Saya's POV. Ital. is 3rd person POV.
Disclaimer: I do not own Black Cat nor the song 'Oblivion'. Or even the latin song Salmo 150. I hate that song...it's really tough. Espically the saprano part...
31 Days Ch. 2
Oblivion
Under the burning sun
I take a look around
Imagine of this all
Came Down
"La La La La La La La…."
There were about three reasons why I was 99 percent sure that I was dreaming.
"Lau date Dominium, In Sanctis E-uhs…"
The small group of girls sang strongly, much more so than the other choirs that had preformed. In fact, it seemed that there were much more people singing than there actually were. The Alto's sang strong and deeply in their assigned parts, the second sopranos remained true to their middle harmony of "La, La, La's" and the First Sopranos sang in their high pitched voices, for although their part was extremely hard, none of them failed to hit the notes or go off pitch. The group truly worked as a team.
The sight was natural too all in the cathedral except for one girl, who should be singing the first Soprano part, but she was too confused at the moment to.
'What….what I am I doing here…?' She wondered to herself, glancing down at the black velvet top of the choir girls' sleek black dresses. She touched the dress, as if to make sure that it was real.
'How…how did I get here…this isn't right…it seems…familiar…' She pondered, and glanced down at the rows of seats in front of the group, at audience who sat in rapture. 'Wait…I know this! This is-'
The first reason: I was at choir festival, yes, but one that happened last year.
Saya looked around her now, wondering why she was not receiving any looks from her fellow students or the director. She gently prodded another soprano- Ani - who stood next to her, but received no reaction from the normally snappish girl.
Saya groaned in exasperation, very annoyed - yet curious - at this point. Deciding that stepping off the stage would get at least someone's attention, she did so. But to her surprise, no one seemed to even notice her.
"Way to make a girl feel unimportant…" She muttered to herself as she strolled off the stage and onto the ground. Still, no one seemed to take notice of the missing soprano.
"Om-ni spiritus, Lau-det Dominium…"
Recognizing the hardest part of the song coming up, She involuntarily tensed up…
"'Om-ni Spiritus, Lau-Det Dominium'
Lau date Dominium, Lau date Dominium
All-E-Lu-Ja!"
Saya relaxed slightly, laughing quietly to herself. "I forgot how well we did that High A." And with that smile on her face, she strolled on. Then , she heard a voice that made her jump in surprise.
"Woooh! Gooooo Saya!"
Turning around in shock, she stared at the girl.
The second reason: There stood my best friend Eri. But Eri had moved away three months ago.
Saya smiled slightly at her friend, then realizing what Eri had said, blinked in confusion as the smile slid from her face. "Saya." was what the girl had said, but she wasn't standing up there…
She shook her head slightly, more than just slightly confused, but gave up, letting the dream take her where it will.
At that thought, she continued her walk around the cathedral, finding out the hard way that, although no one could see her, she could not, in fact, walk through walls.
Saya shook her head, trying to get the stars out of her line of vision. "Wow…that hurt…" she muttered to herself, rubbing her head with her hand. She sighed and turned to her left and continued her walk, but paused when she caught sight of a mirror hanging to her right. She turned, taking in the beautiful craftsmanship the mirror displayed.
The mirror was about a foot taller than her, with golden etching along the wooden frame. She leaned closer to it, trying to make out the tiny words on the frame.
"In the lord we pray. In this lord we stay, and hold our hand up high in praise. In him we find our peace and freedom. In him, we find our heaven and sanctuary. So we raise him up with all our power and let him define us, in peace and in love."
Saya blinked a couple of times, staring at the frame in wonder. The words had struck something in her, though she wasn't quite sure what exactly. All she knew was that the words sounded awfully familiar.
She turned around to walk away, when she heard something that made her stop.
"Saya…"
Her heart galloped in her chest and her emerald eyes widened, and she spun around, hardly believing what she saw.
She saw herself. But it was not quite herself, something was odd about the reflection in the mirror. She walked up to the glass, her double copying her movements. Saya ran a hand through her chin length brown hair, and her double did her exact movements. She frowned, and leaned forward, her nose almost touching the glass in front her as she studied that figure.
Her eyes widened when she saw something behind her. Something achingly familiar. She spun around to face the figure standing behind her and her emerald eyes widened in shock, and her jaw slackened.
Number three reason that I was sure I was dreaming: My mother stood before me, clad in her wedding dress. But my mom was dead.
"M-mo…" She tried to speak, but could not, for that lump in her throat would not allow speech to pass.
"Saya…" Her mother said, smiling radiantly down at her daughter, "How I have missed you." She told the younger girl, love filling her voice.
Saya felt as though she might burst from the happiness that was rising inside her. Suddenly, she was not the strong sixteen year old young woman with walls of ice around her, she was a child- one who had missed her mother so much. "Mom!" She cried, and leaped toward the woman and threw her arms around her. And she cried.
"Shhh…Saya, it's ok. Moms here…" she murmured to her troubled daughter, her hand rubbing circles on Saya's back. Soon, her tears began to dissipate. "There now. No more crying, ok?" and she felt Saya's head nod in her shoulder. "Good, now let me have a look at you." And Saya stepped away, feeling a bit foolish, letting her mother look at her. "Oh Saya, how you have grown. And look at your hair. You cut it that short?" she inquired.
"Yeah, it got in the way when it was long." she muttered, rubbing tears from her face.
"Well, you always were a tomboy, that you were." Her mother smiled.
Saya's smile slid slightly as a thought passed in her head. "Mom…what are you doing here? I mean, I don't mind seeing you…but…how can you see me?" She questioned.
Her mother smiled again, "I was sent here to tell you something."
"Well, that sounded very divine." Saya muttered, and them looked at her mother again, "What do you have to tell me?"
"Well, the 'lord' I guess you could call him, has a plan for you, a…prophesy of sorts. Here…let me find it…" She muttered, and pulled a rolled piece of paper out of the tie held her over-gi shut. "A-hah! Here it is!" she exclaimed to herself, brandishing it. "Now, here we go:
When the world is at war and the flowers die
A young girl will find her right of way
She shall travel far and wide
And meet characters of all sorts
And she shall be captive of a young man
One with eyes of fire
The two shall fight and she shall be fear
But she should not, for he will not hurt her
His reasons unclear even to himself
For she becomes more than a captive
She is his chance at redemption.
The girl will not fear him
Nor should she.
For it is not the Black Cat
It is the yellow viper."
Her mother finished with a flurry, and rolled the scroll back up, leaving Saya more confused than ever.
"Huh? Black Cat? Yellow Viper? Wha…?"
But her mother just smiled.
"You shall know in time my dear. Now…I must go." And with that, she began to fade.
"No! Mom, wait! Don't go! I have so many questions!" Saya exclaimed, stepping forward and reaching for her mother with her hand.
"I am sorry. But do not fear, for I am always with you."
"No mom! Aren't mothers supposed to be overprotective of their daughters?! Shouldn't you be worried? According to some piece of paper, I'm supposed to fall in love! And with some 'guardian' that I do not even know!" She exclaimed in anger and shock.
But her mother just continued smiling. "Never fear dear. I do not worry for you. You will be safe." And with that, her mother vanished.
And as Saya stood, reeling in confusion, the dream began to disappear, raveling into its self, like fire eating away at a scrap of paper.
And with a resounding snap, the dream disappeared and Saya fell back into the oblivion of dreamless sleep.
A soft groan emitted from a much-too-dry throat. Weary eyes blinked open, and winced as light glared into her sensitive irises. She tried to rub her eyes, but something did not permit her to move her hands.
Saya's eyes snapped open wide as she twisted her body around to see her hands bound with rope behind her back.
"Wha-" she murmured quietly to herself, but was startled to hear a deep sigh from out of her line of vision. She twisted her body in order to try to see this mysterious person, but the sudden movement of stopping halted her tries. It was only then, when she glanced around, that she realized that she was in the backseat of a car. Laying across the backseat, to be precise.
A movement caught her eye and she turned her head just in time to have a hand cover her mouth and she smelled the chloroform in the cloth.
'Not again…' She thought as she began to fade. In her sleep-hazed mind, she caught sight of the blurry outline of her captor. Her last thought being was:
'That guy really needs a haircut.'
And then she faded back into the oblivion of sleep, hoping not to have another strange dream of old choirs, dead mothers and prophesies.
So sorry about the dorky prophesy...I'm obviously not good at them. I revealed to much...i think...
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-Spelbound