Disclaimer: I don't own (though I wish I did) the characters or direct quotes used in this fic. They all belong to they're rightful owners. The storyline/plot of this fic however is my own idea.
A/N: Just so everyone knows my stories are rated T just to be safe, as I'm writing from a teenage standpoint. Well I think that's it so Sit back, Relax and Enjoy. (Oh wait one more thing; reviews and comments are most welcome but if you have nothing nice to say please keep it to yourself. Thank you.)
Forgotten Tears:
Larsa and Shelke
2.
Vincent and Shalua's travels were going rather smoothly that is, until…
"Don't move!" Shalua ordered, turning and pointing her gun at something that was apparently at Vincent's right.
The young boy, hiding in the shadows, waited for his moment to intervene.
"Very perceptive of you," A young girl said, materializing out of thin air.
The boy stared; she was about his age with short auburn hair, amber eyes and wore…a Deep Ground uniform.
"I knew it. Shelke." Shalua breathed, somewhat speechless.
"I have no acquaintances in the WRO." The girl named Shelke answered, harshly.
"Shelke it's me, Shalua! I've waited so long. We've…both changed so much. No, you haven't changed at all, not in ten years." Shalua tried to move closer to Shelke but was stopped in her tracks as Shelke raised a laser-type weapon.
"I beg you! Put an end to this! I fear you misread her intent," a voice shouted as the young boy stepped in between the two.
Shelke held her ground but watched him intently all the same. He appeared to be about her age, with fair ebony hair, almond eyes and wearing rather regal clothes. "Don't take another step." She answered, turning her weapon on him.
"No, though I lack your power I will still persist." Taking a daring step forward the boy added. "I-I'm Lamont."
Shelke's eyes flashed. "It doesn't mater who I am or who you are. My current mission as a Deep Ground Soldier is all that is relevant. For years, I lived in Heck, far deeper…than any you could imagine."
"Forgive me, I didn't know. "So I sue for Peace, to stop short war and ease the suffering."
Shelke didn't understand. Who was this boy? How did he know so much?
"Enough. I've…heard enough." She said, turning away from her target and this strange boy.
A moment later she was surprised to find that he'd followed her. She was even more stunned to find that, somehow, his hand was gently wrapped around hers. He was trying to keep her at bay for just a moment longer.
"Let go of me! Why are you doing this?" Shelke demanded, trying to wrench her hand free.
"Why this…if you do this the people will only grow to hate you the more." Lamont said calmly, loosening his grip just a little.
"I don't understand." Shelke stated, bluntly. Finally freeing her hand she turned and walked away. She was sure she wouldn't see him again, or would she?