I hate this chapter... it's so sad...
ENJOY!
P.S. WARNING: Blood.
A Different Dark
Chapter 24
TheUmbreonAsABoy
(TheMemories, Manaphy)
The other people in the cafeteria all got up and quickly but calmly started for the exits. Diana grabbed my arm and went after Them, whispering in my ear that she'd protect me.
"Stop," came that familiar voice. I felt the cold barrel of a gun against my back, so I froze in fear and tensed for the all-possible bullet that might ring around in my rib cage at any given moment.
"Craeg, let us go," Diana said calmly.
"Never," Craeg said, and he snickered.
"You took my sister and my father," I said, mimicking Diana's calmness.
Craeg's snickering stopped abruptly. "I did indeed." His voice was now locked in my memory, surrounded by hatred. "I'm about to take you two as well."
"Why her?" I asked slowly. "Why me?"
"You, my friend, are Chosen by a legend," he responded. He whispered close to my ear, "And she makes a great hostage."
More people from the good organization flooded in as we were being forced through the building. Their eyes were full of sorrow, some even regret, and their mouths were turned down with defeat as they wished they could do something but were unable to else on of the two of us die.
They took us outside to a red van, only slightly less suspicious than a black van. They blindfolded us after that and shoved us into the vehicle. I caught the license plate number. 678 9012. I added it to my box of memories along with Craeg's voice and, once I caught it, his face. That bastard would pay one day.
TheUmbreonAsABoy
They locked me alone in a cell once we got there a few hours later. They never took off the blindfold. I'd tried to take it off myself, but my knot-untying skills were fairly lacking.
What felt in my head and my belly like two days passed before I heard footsteps again. I said nothing and made no movement as someone picked me up and carried me away.
When the person finally put me down, I felt a chair beneath me. I felt the harsh, sharp strands of fraying rope as they anchored my arms to the middle of the chairs back. Then someone took the blindfold off.
After my eyes slowly adjusted to the light, I looked around. In front of me was my sister and my aunt. My small sister was beaten, broken. There were bruises all over her face. My aunt looked the same, just a smidge stronger. Both smiled weakly as I saw them. The entire room was white, including the door to my right. The woman who had carried me in stood in front of it with a bat in her hand.
"No! Let them go!" I yelled, starting to thrash. "Do whatever you want to me, but don't hurt them! Please!" I flinched as I felt the wetness of a tear slide down my cheek. "Please..."
"No," the cruel woman said, sounding as if she were stifling a laugh. "I'm not sorry."
I watched in horror as the woman walked over to my sister, who closed her eyes and put her head down. She held the bat high above her head and was about to slam it down when I yelled.
"Don't do it! Tell me what you want! I'll give you whatever you want!" I screamed, thrashing again. I kicked my legs and wiggled my arms to try and free myself, but I had no luck. The chair was anchored to the floor, to make things worse. I knew I should have gotten out and escaped when I'd had the slight chance I'd been handed when she had so lightly grabbed me...
"We want to warn you what will happen if you don't listen to us," the woman said, lowering the bat to her side.
"I get it! I do! Really! Just let them go!" I begged, feeling terribly huge amounts of emotion swell inside me.
My sister opened her eyes and mouthed, "Just listen to them and they won't hurt you. I love you and it is my last wish that you just listen and then escape once they trust you. It's Diana's, too. Please, my best brother, please."
"No!" I yelled, but she closed her eyes softly and gave the slightest nod. The tears were streaming down my face now. "No..."
"Yes!" the woman retorted, beginning to laugh with pleasure in her eyes, and lifted the bat up higher. She then slammed it down onto my sister's head, cracking her fragile skull. Blood started dripping out, and I hoped she was dead already, else she be facing extreme pain. But judging by the slight smile on her face, she had died before the bat had swung. Was it possible she had just given up? Stayed strong until she could deliver her message?
I hoped I was really the great person she'd thought I was and the best brother who she'd died for.
As the dripping blood started to pour from my sister's head and then pool around her little feet, the woman got tired of watching.
"This one's turn," she announced.
"Goodbye, Aaron. If you can, always remember I love you," she whispered. "Do me a favor and tell Celebi I said 'hello,' too, if you get the chance."
"I will," I whispered, though I didn't know who Celebi was. The tears were still streaming. The bat went up.
"I love you," she whispered. The bat went down,
hitting and splitting her skull
with a sickening
smack.
I fainted.
TheUmbreonAsABoy
I woke up with a start the next morning in the bed Diana had given me. I sat up and asked myself, "Was that all a dream? A terrible, horrible dream?"
"I'm afraid not," a voice said. I looked up to the see Jake, the guy who had saved me the first time, in the doorway.
"How did I get back here?" I wondered.
"We came and got you a minute or so after they killed Diana," Jake said, sounding soft with sadness and regret. "I'm sorry. We found you and got there as fast as we could, but they killed them right away. I'm sorry, Aaron."
"No," I said abruptly, and stared darkly down at my lap.
"No?" Jake asked, frowning.
"No," I agreed. "'Aaron' means bringer of light. I do not bring light, I bring death. I-"
"It isn't your fault," Jake shouted to me, sounding and looking determined to get it through my head.
"Then whose fault is it?" I demanded, looking him in the eye. He stayed quiet. "Yours? Diana's? My sister's? No. It's mine. I don't bring light, my name is a lie. I bring darkness and death." I hung my head low.
"Your name doesn't mean anything, just what to call you, Aaron," Jake said softly.
"That doesn't matter," I stated, looking him in the eye. "My name is Dark now. I have one purpose in my life from this point onward, and that's to kill the one who kidnapped me and killed so many." I paused and took a sad, deep breath, closing my eyes for an instant. I opened them back up and, with determination in my voice, I asked, "Will you help me? If you don't, then that's just fine. I'll leave and train on by myself, then seek revenge and kill him on my own time."
"I'll help you," Jake said, quickly, a tinge of fear on his face. He feared for my safety, I gathered. "On one condition."
"What?" I asked.
"You join us and help the other people the Black Furs kidnap and hurt," Jake said. "When the time is right, you have my permission to kill him."
I stared at him for a long moment, thinking, before finally saying, "...Okay." I remembered that this included my father, whose fate I still did not know. "I'm only thirteen, you know."
"I started at fourteen," Jake responded. "Get some sleep today. We'll start your training tomorrow."
"Great," I said to myself, and then lied back down as Jake backed out and closed the door.
0.0 Well, who knew I could be so dark? (Catch my wordplay?)
So that, my friends, is the story of Dark and his name. There ya go, goodbye! Hope you enjoyed!
P.S. I'm so creative, guys. I wonder if you caught it. The license plate number 678 9012? Well, I started at six and pressed down the line of numbers until 0, then I went to one and finally two. Oh, so creative. Yeah. No.
But, gawd... Poor Dark, man, poor Dark...