A GF Christmas Carol
Disclaimer: I dont own Galactik Football ...but how cool would that be ?I could give everybody shares for christmas and then i wouldnt have to write a christmas themed fic .But I dont own GF and cant give out shares so your getting a christmas themed fic instead OK! I also dont own A christmas carol as i am not Charles Dickens cause if I was I'd be a dude and I'm not
I am DH and I wrote this fic and I do not give any kind of permission for it to be used anywhere other than FF or DeviantArt If I decide to upload it this shows up on a Hentai site I will go on a murderous rampage and that is not good
P.S. I Hate Mark . Mark would probably hate me too ,If he existed
The Third chapter which is not the same as the one before.
Artegors eyes jerked away from the glowing embers on the first strike of the clock .There appeared to be nothing happening and then all at once fog began to creep it's way around the room from an unknown source .The red embers from the fireplace lifted up and out of the fireplace and began to swirl around the room with the fog .As the second strike of the clock rang around the room the fog and embers swirled faster and closer heading inwards towards the middle of the room ,where they cycloned faster and faster untill the noise from the clock turned to silence. The fog and the embers swirled faster and began to take the shape of a person, a female person as far as Artegor could see and then all at once the fog was gone and Aduim stood in the middle of the floor staring at him.
For it was Aduim that stood there ,but not as Artegor had ever seen her wasn't the young Aduim he had know back in the great Akillian days and it wasn't the Aduim he knew now. She stood barefoot in the middle of the floor wearing nothing but a sleeveless white dress that fell to just above her ankles ,her red hair was curled and for once flying free from any kind of pins or only thing that appeared to be the same about her was that she was wearing a no nonsense expression on her face.
"Aduim?" Artegor asked without even realising what he was doing.
"No" Aduim said "I am the ghost of Christmas present . I've just taken on the form of this Aduim person to make you feel more ghosts do ,but I dont suppose my rhyming friend told you any of this?"
Realising that she meant the Sinedd ghost Artegor said "No ,no he didn't."
"Figures," Aduim ghost said " He was always a little scatterbrained . But enough of that ,lets go we have a lot to see and a limited time to see it in !"
"Can we take the door this time?" Artegor asked, remembering the Sinedd ghost pulling him out of the window.
"No time for that!" Aduim snapped grabbing his wrist and yanking forward. The room blured into a tunnel of light that he and the Aduim ghost seemed to fly through at lightspeed. Then as suddenly as it had started the light tunnel was gone and Artegor was standing in a place he knew.
"Sinedd's room?" He asked looking at the Aduim ghost with an expression he was sure looked a little crazy.
"Yes." The Ghost answered " To truley change you must first see what you have done."
"What have I done to Sinedd?" Artegor asked, sure he'd been hard on Sinedd but that was the only way for Sinedd to be the best player ever. He wanted to make sure that Sinedd didn't fail him like Aarch had all those years ago and so he pushed Sinedd to be the best.
"I could tell you." Aduim said "Or I could show you " She pointed to the bed where Sinedd was sitting bent over ,looking at something that Artegor couldnt moved forward to get a better look . Pictures of war torn cities were strewn over the bed ,and right in the middle ,the one that held Sinedds attention was a picture of a baby sitting on grass being held in a sitting position by a pair of hands had no body attached to them so it was impossible to tell who they belonged guess the picture was of Sinedd and the hands holding him up belonged to either his mother or his father.
Sinedd sniffed and a tear dripped onto the picture of the baby. This was worrying to Artegor since he had never pictured Sinedd as the type to cry ,or to show any emotion this was unnerving. But he still couldn't see how this was to do with him.
"What has this to do with me?" He asked the spirit ,turning away from Sinedd.
"You've never bothered to find out anything about him have you ?" The Aduim ghost asked using the same patronising tone as the real thing. "He's your best player and yet you know next to nothing about him!You spend so much of your time hating everything that you push everyting else out of the way and dont notice what is being left behind."
" I think I prefered the rhyming ghost ." Artegor said acidly ,he didnt take too kindly to being spoken to like that by anyone.
"Whatever!" The Aduim ghost said.
Artegor looked back at Sinedd who was still sitting ,crying on his bed,and felt so sorry for him that it actually hurt to watch.
"Take me away from here spirit I cant stand it." He said
"You have begun." Was all the answer he got before the light tunnel had opened up again and they flew through it at the same impossible speed as before with flashes of people and lives on either side of them as they the tunnel faded away and they were standing in a place Artegor didn't recognise at all.
"Where are we?" He asked,but the spirit Aduim just shook her head and pointed towards a door at the end of the hall. Taking the hint Artegor truged up the hall muttering that she could've just told him and saved him the trouble.
Pushing open the door at the end of the corridor ,he realised that they were in a hospital and that the patient that he was supposed to see was...
"Aarch's goal keeper?" Artegor asked ,if he had been confused as to what Sinedd and his loneliness had to with him ,it didnt compare to how he was feeling now. "Spirit I'm even more confused now than I was has Aarch's goal keeper got to do with me at all ? I mean I've had nothing to do with him at all other than becoming the assistant coach to the snowkids,and even then ..." He trailed off trying to think of ways that this could possibly be connected to he couldnt think of any he turned to the spirit for an explination.
The spirit rolled her eyes and sighed as if it was obvious. Artegor found himself really wishing that the rhyming Sinedd was still with him ,at least Sinedd had been funny to listen to.
"Well if you must know you didn't do anything." Aduim spirit said.
"Then why..?" Artegor began but the Spirit cut across him.
"Because, like you ,his illness can be traced back to the just like you did ,he will only get only difference is that no one can find out whats wrong thanks to what the metaflux did."
"What did the metaflux do?"
"It's made this illness impossible to trace and if no one can find out whats wrong then..." The spirit trailed off to emphasise her point.
Artegor turned to the bed where Ahito was lying ,uncountable needles and drips flowing into him, looking closer to death than life. His family were sitting beside the bed ,they knew what was coming ,they were just waiting for it. No one spoke ,no one even moved ,they were just waiting for the end.
"Does he die?" Artegor asked the spirit not taking his eyes away from the scene in front of him.
" I am the Ghost of Christmas present ,the future is hazy to me ,but I see an empty bed and goal keeping gloves without an owner."
This was all the answer Artegor needed ,he turned back to the spirit. "Futures can be changed ,cant they ? Futures arent set in stone ,they can be changed,right? "
"Futures can be changed ,it is true, they are not set in stone." The spirit said looking at Artegor with no expression on her face.
It was then Artegor noticed that the spirits red hair was slowly whitening and that wrinkles were beginning to appear on her.
"Aduim,Spirit you're geting old!" He exclaimed alarmed by this rapid change.
"My time grows short ,come ,we must go."
Artegor took one last glance behind him at Ahito and his family before the light tunnel opened up again and the spirit pulled him through it .
When the tunnel faded Artegor once again found himself in his hotel room ,staring at the fireplace that had now burned out. He was alone. The Aduim spirit was gone and all that was left was the slight fog that was still lingering around the window.
Artegor looked at the clock above the fireplace 02:59.He began to pace back and forth across the room ,not taking his eyes away from his feet .
And then the clock struck three.
Ugh! There are no words to describe how much I HATE this chapter .Cause I hate it with a passion of wanting to blow it up with a bomb.