Hey! :D This is chapter two, Faithless Hope. I decided to add a little twist in this. ;) Anyways... I have nothing to say, and I'm not going to bombared you with anything stupid... So, I hope you enjoy this chapter. I'd appreciate it if you review this story, thanks. :) ~XxSylentSoulx

Disclaimer: I do not our Ouran High School Host Club (OHSHC). But if I did, I would make a big twist in it. :D

Chapter Two

Faithless Hope

He began running down the rugged path of cement and rocks. His footsteps began to sound again, getting louder and louder with every step he took. The weight on his back was too much. He wanted to let go – to let everything go. But he did not. He kept the backpack and continued to run, not slowing down. His legs pumped with power, weakening even faster the quicker he ran. But he knew he couldn't stop. He needed to find the plane.

Where the hell is it? Damn plane, he thought. His legs continued to take him further down the path. He ignored the pain in his legs as he ran. He turned left and right, turning into shortcuts to get out of the city faster. He looked up once more, but there was nothing but clouds of loneliness. He pushed himself and he began running faster than ever before.

When he finally exited the damaged city, he looked around from left to right, then up. The outside was empty, cold, and lonely as everything was. Small snips of grass stood up from the ground, it was dry, and crimpled up, as there was no sun. The field spread on the district for hundreds of miles. By the end stood trees – trees that limped downward and the leaves on them were descending to the ground.

He stood there, frantically looking for any signs. As he looked on his left, he saw clouds of smoke from his right. His eyes darted to his right to see more thick fumes of smoke emitting from a fire. He hung his head there, watching the smoke get thicker each passing second…until something occurred to him.

"It has to be it!" he exclaimed. He took off running toward the thickness of the smoke. He ran through the field of the dead until he finally stood near the thickness of the smoke. He grabbed the straps of the backpack and threw it onto the ground. He inched closer until he saw full view of the now wrecked plane. He placed his hands on it and began to climb it, lifting himself up until he was finally on the top. "Is anyone there?"

No noise came from it. It was pure silence. The only sound that was heard was from the engine, the static coming from the radio, and the fire that was ablaze not too far from him.

Tamaki sighed in annoyance and crawled to the front part of the plane. The plane looked like it could only be big for two passengers, judging by the size of it when it was in the air not too long ago. When he finally got up to the front end, he looked around. He checked in the passenger seat. In the seat, a young boy who looked to be a few years younger sat there, unconscious. And in the driver seat a girl also lay unconscious.

His heart sped faster. He looked back to the fire that was rapidly growing faster. He turned back to the two people and grabbed the boy by the shoulders. He jumped off of the plane and dragged the boy a fair distance. He sprinted back to the aircraft and reached his hands above him. His hands roamed around and, when he felt the leather of the jacket the girl was wearing, he immediately grasped it and tugged on it. His head turned to the increasing heat. He sighed and tugged harder on it. He tugged once more, and the body went flying out of the seat and onto Tamaki. He rolled his eyes and pushed her off and stood up. He picked her up and began running to the boy a few meters far.

Tamaki turned his head back as he ran. His eyes went huge as the orange light in front of him grew even larger than before, creating an impact and knocking him to the ground. "Shit!" His body rolled with the other as well in the dirt. Tamaki lifted his head, looking everywhere. As soon as he spotted the feminine human, he stood up and ran over to his backpack which was a bit further away.

He grabbed his bag and ran over to the boy. He removed the helmet and studied him. His hair was a dirty blonde-colour and slightly wavy; it hung a little above his forehead. His skin was pale and his lips were dry with blood splattered onto it. His left leg had a large gash with dried up blood, and his left arm had a deep cut – probably from the impact – tracing from his hand to elbow with fresh blood.

Immediately, Tamaki leaned down and laid his ear near his slightly open mouth, like the body was going to tell the teen a secret. There was no breathing. No small puffs of air fled the mouth. He was dead. He was a goner, like everyone else, but there was still hope.

Tamaki grabbed his bag and ran over to the female. He dropped the bag by his side and got onto his knees, leaning down the same as he did before. This time, he heard breathing – actual breathing! Tamaki smiled. Finally, he thought. He swung the backpack over his shoulders and picked her up bridal style. He carried her less than a mile away from the destroyed aircraft. He set her down on the ground gently and removed her helmet.

He examined her face. She was beautiful. Her pale skin was free of scars, except the fresh cut that bled from her ear to her cheek bone. Her hair was raven-black and long, it reached her waist.

Tamaki smiled softly and placed the bag on the ground beside him and dumped everything out. Many things fell out of it, piling onto the ground. He reached his hands out, scattering everywhere from place to place, creating many small sounds as they clashed together. When he found a small white box, he opened it and took out a small cloth. He grabbed his water bottle and wet the cloth. He turned back to the girl and his eyes shot wide open. He fell back, keeping his support by his arms.

The girl's hair was a mess; it was clumped up in tangles and it was either cut or ripped into pieces. Her eyes showed nothing, because there was nothing in them, but the blood that poured continuously out of her eye sockets. Her nose was ripped from her face, and her lips were pale. All over her body there were cuts, scratches, and bruises. It was as if she was tainted blue and purple.

Tamaki's breathing sped up, as did his heart. He was terrified. He scanned her from head to toe as her body began to move, standing up straight. Her hand was ripped off like her nose, but no blood appeared; only small drops did. She inched closer, her limping very visible.

"What the fuck do you want?" Tamaki shouted. He felt his eyes get watery, like it always did when he thought he had hope. He looked to his right to the pile of supplies and reached for a sharp blade. Once it was in his grasp, he looked up.

The girl took another step forward, the ends of her lips curving slightly, revealing a smirk.

Tamaki gasped when her face suddenly turned to many familiar faces he saw. It was his friends then it changed into Haruhi's. It faded far more quickly than the others. It was the girl's bruised face once more.

"Tamaki, wake up!"

Tamaki looked around frantically, looking where the source came from. It sounded again, and he looked up to the bruised girl. He clutched the knife tighter as she took another step forward. Tamaki raised his hand and threw the knife into her chest. Tamaki watched as the body fell to the ground.

Again, the voice called for him. Tamaki turned in circles, looking everywhere for the voice, but there was nobody around. He turned back to the girl, but the body laid on the ground, dead. He turned back around and ran forward a few meters.

"Who's there?" he called out. He looked around, swiftly turning his head from left to right. Suddenly, he felt something rest on his shoulder. He turned his head to see the girl standing behind him, her head tilted with a smile creeping up on her face. She looked like a monster – something he's been seeing for these past months.

He gasped and she reached her razor sharp claws out. She clashed her hand against Tamaki's face. This is when, his voice was nowhere to be heard now, as he screamed just as she – or it – clawed him. His vision was dark, but it suddenly came back to him.

His eyes snapped open. He looked around, but nothing. He wasn't in the field, but in a forest. The trees around him were dying; the leaves were dry and falling to the ground. The sky was still cloudy as usual. He sat up and looked from left to right, but nothing. He looked behind him to see a girl with pale skin, raven-black hair reaching her waist, and emerald eyes – it was the girl from his dreams.

"Nice to see you wake up from your nightmare," she said. She rolled her eyes and crawled over to him. Tamaki continued to watch her as she closed the distance between them.

"Azaira, I had the dream again," he whispered. He sat there, watching as she sat beside him, caressing his cheek. "Nothing in this world will ever make sense."

Azaria nodded her head. She retracted her hand and stood up, reluctantly holding out her hand for Tamaki to take. Tamaki took hold of her and stood up on his two feet. "I know, Tamaki. Nothing in this world will ever make sense again, considering all the bizarre things that happened in the past."

Tamaki nodded his head and walked over to a tree trunk right of him. He grabbed his bag and swung it over his shoulders. "Yeah."

Azaria smiled and grabbed her bag and also swung it around her shoulders. She patted his chest and stood on her tippy toes to kiss him on the cheek. "Tamaki, remember, you are always going to be like a brother to me – nothing more. I'm lucky you found me in that crash, and saved me. I'm thankful."

Tamaki smiled and nodded his head. "Thank you, Azaria. You're like a sister to me, too. And I'm lucky I found you, or I wouldn't have anyone to battle these creatures with – or whatever they are."

She smiled once more and suddenly, she was knocked to the ground. She screamed and reached for her leg. "Tamaki, help!" she cried. She reached her hand for her belt and pulled out her knife.

"What?" he said surprised. Suddenly, he, too, was knocked to the ground. His head slammed onto the ground, as did his hands did near his hand. He groaned and opened his eyes to see his hands being locked to the ground. He struggled to release the grip from the bruised hands that clasped his wrists tight. His breathing slowed once he felt a pair of hands grab hold of his neck.

Azaira cut the grip on her leg and turned around to see Tamaki pinned down to the ground. She gasped and ran over to him. She gripped the fingers of the underground being and pulled it back, helping Tamaki move his arm freely. Azaira did the same; she grabbed the curled fingers that wrapped around Tamaki's neck, closing his breathing system. As she did that, Tamaki pulled back the fingers of the unknown being of his other wrist. When the grip on his hands and neck were gone, he tried to stand up, but realized his legs were also tied down.

"I'll do it," Azaira said. She walked over to the opposite end and did the same like before.

When Tamaki was finally free, he stood up and looked at her with a look of determination. "Azaira, we have to move now!"

She nodded her hand and followed as Tamaki ran deeper into the woods. He groaned in pain, slightly wincing as he massaged his neck softly. He turned his head back to see if Azaira was still following, and she was. Tamaki frowned when he saw dirt splashing up into the air from their previous resting area. He turned his head back around and continued to run through the dead forest.

To Be Continued…