Hey guys...i'm glad that you all liked this story so far...and thanks for the kind wonderful reviews. i saw most reviews are getting interested with the Lightning and Eclair situation and i can say i'm truly excited by it as well. It's like an new turn in this universe.
Well, without further ado...ENJOY.
Chapter Two
Prisoners
The two soldiers had taken Éclair down into another part of the building, and pushed her into a room as the pink haired girl turned to look at them, her blue eyes watching them coldly. Without answer, they closed the door and she heard something click on the other side meaning she wasn't about to get out of it this way.
Sighing softly, Éclair turned her attention to examine the room she was in and took notice that she wasn't the only one. They were many people there too, some seating down on the ground or other sleeping on the floor. They looked up at her as she was brought in, some of them looking at her curiously and she gazed around at them.
"Who is she?" a voice said.
"Another prisoner," another voice said, "The Sanctum must have caught her for something."
"What is she wearing?"
Éclair walked through the room, her boots, the only noises that she could hear apart from the people's whispering and could feel their gazes following her, watching every movement she's making and that feeling make her feel very ticked off.
She looked around finding a spot away from the group of people and took a seat there. It was quite cold in the room with no way of heating herself up. Sighing softly, Éclair looked up examining the place she was in.
It was not as well light as other but it was made entirely in metal. She didn't know where she was or where here was in the first place. All she remembers is waking up on the cold floor of that room back in the other building other than that…
Éclair frowned to herself, thinking about the flash of memories that she can remember. The names where familiar to her and yet, she couldn't place them with a face, and then they were that woman's face she had seen.
The one with the green eyes, that sparkled like emeralds diamonds.
She felt her heart speed up remembering the wild black hair and she felt her hand twitch a little as if she was remembering touching those locks. She looked down at her hand which was still gloved with the armor.
Who is she to me?
She probably knew she wasn't going to get any answer and she started to dig up in her memories, trying to come up with a clue on the identity of the woman, but it had no such luck. It was like they were a huge gap hole in her memories. She can remember her childhood quite clearly and remembering her hometown but after the memory of her father's gift to her when she had become a Protector, and from there, they had started to get foggier and foggier. It was like the memories were refusing to come up to her and all she has is fragment of them…
Fragments, she thought, how much of my life I've I forgotten? Do I still have a home, family and friends?
An overwhelming sadness took over Éclair then. She woke up to this strange world, with no memory on how she got there, and all she has to help her go on are simple fragments of them.
I wish I could remember more, she thought looking down at her legs.
He knew he was curious about her, just like everyone in this room was. The strange armored woman that the guards had brought in nearly an hour ago was the topic of hushed conversations around him, but he himself wasn't interested in that.
No, he saw something that was truly worth looking at.
The woman was beautiful and pleasing to the eyes. He had seen her face for like a split second when she had been scanning the room and can tell that he was hooked, and that he wanted to talk to her. He had taken his time observing her from where she sat, away from everybody.
She just doesn't like crowds, he thought, yeah probably that.
He observed her outfit now.
She was truly strangely dressed that much he knew, I mean, who in this day and age wear armor anymore. Well, the soldiers probably does but they are more…time fashioned and are probably more popular with the people than most are, and also the way she was seating, he had quite a view of her finely shaped leg and a good part of her ass which was an advanced bonus.
I wonder what she did to get on the Sanctum's bad side, he thought to himself, and he stood up from where he sat at.
Stretching himself a little, the young man made his way toward where the mysterious rosy haired woman seated by herself. As he got closer, the woman sharply looked up and he saw those aqua eyes taking him in and the young man, Vaan, found himself having a slight déjà-vu.
Have I seen her somewhere before, he thought trying recall the idea of seen the woman's face.
Nothing of relatively important comes up to mind at this moment and before he could introduce himself the woman spoke.
"Is there something you need?"
The voice was soft, very much feminine but it also carries a sort of power behind it, an authority that made him think of a soldier. The woman must have been military of some kind in her life and it made him think of his older brother who was in the army.
"Ah," he said, realizing that he was standing there and didn't answer the woman's answer, "I'm just wondering what causes you to end up as a prisoner of the Sanctum."
"I should ask you the same question," the woman said to him.
That confused Vaan.
"What do you mean?"
"You look like you're barely out of your teens," she said, leaning her head back a little to take him in.
Vaan chuckled a little.
"Yeah, so do half of the people here," he said, looking at the rest of the prisoners.
The woman glanced at where he was looking at.
"What caused it?"
Vaan blinked.
"What do you mean?"
The woman's blue eyes found his face, holding it.
"What caused them to become prisoners?" she asked.
Vaan shook his head.
"You don't know?" he exclaimed, "It was all over the news three days ago."
The woman stared him, her face may be an emotionless mask, but Vaan could see in her eyes that she truly doesn't know. Sighing, the young man took a seat beside her and stared at the ceiling.
"Where to start?" he said, "I can say it was three days ago…"
Flashback
EDEN-THREE DAYS AGO, SEAT OF THE SANCTUM POWER
I was coming from school that day; I had a meeting with one of the college to admit me within their school…
Vaan was carrying a backpack and he had a hat on his head. The meeting had been nerve-wracking, and his body was still shaking from the nerve. He wanted to go to Eden's Academy, one of the most powerful school in Cocoon, one of the school one of his ancestor, Augustus Bartholomew had went there and it was his dream to follow in his ancestor's footsteps and become a famed archeologist as he was, thought he didn't actually like people to compare him to his ancestor…
Than Vaan became aware of yelling in the streets as group of peoples were in a crowds in front of the Sanctum's organization building and they were manifesting. It was so shocking seeing such an event, that had never been seen before on Cocoon since the world had been at peace for a long time…
He then become aware of the soldiers arriving, all of them armed to the teeth with their rifles and machine guns aiming toward the crowd as a woman dressed as a high ranked officer stood, holding a megaphone.
"This is a private area, return to your homes immediately," her voice echoed over the crowd noise, "By order of the Sanctum of Cocoon."
The crowds started booing her and some even threw bottles at the woman who expectedly dodged them and Vaan approached, curious as to why this was happening and he turned toward a man that was beside him.
"What is happening?"
"We're protesting against the Sanctum to allow the people back to Pulse," he said.
"Oh," Vaan said simply.
He had been aware of the tension between the Sanctum and the people ever since the two expeditions to Cocoon nearly a century ago, one of them, his ancestor had guided one and he have the journals at home thought he hardly read any of them…
Then a large explosion startled him as one of the car that was parked by the large gates went up in flames and the crowd started to scream as the soldiers opened fire…
End of Flashback
Vaan opened his eyes.
"I had tried to run…but I was caught by a couple of soldiers," he said, "They must have thought I was part of the crowds and well, here I am."
"They've opened fire on the crowd?" the woman whispered as if she couldn't believe it.
Vaan made an agreed noise.
"Yeah, it was a cold-hearted decision," he said, "but seeing all of those people here, I bet half of them weren't even in the crowd, just people at the wrong place at the wrong time."
"Like you?" the woman asked, looking at him.
Vaan nodded.
"Yeah, like me."
A few moment of silence passed.
"So, what's your deal anyway?" Vaan asked, "To get you thrown in here I mean."
The woman laughed a hollow laugh.
"I couldn't tell you even if I wanted to," she said.
That brought a raised eyebrow from Vaan. He was confused at this answer.
"What do you mean?"
The woman stayed silent, not answering and Vaan sighed.
"Okay, you don't have to tell me if you don't want to," he said, "But you're in the same situation as the rest of us are at the moment. Whatever the Sanctum got planned for us, you're going to be part of it also."
The woman didn't answer him.
"The name's Vaan Bartholomew by the way," he said, extending his hand at her.
The woman looked at him for a few moments before taking the hand with her own, and Vaan was surprised at how calloused the hand was similar to his brother's hand…the hand of someone who uses them for strenuous activities.
"Éclair," she said to him.
Vaan smirked a little.
"Eh, I knew I'll get a name out of you sooner or later," he said, laughing.
The woman, Éclair, chuckled softly.
"Whatever."
Vaan, then, stood up and stretched.
"Well, I'm going to get some sleep," he said, "I'll see you tomorrow okay Éclair?"
"I'll see you then Vaan," she said, looking up at him with those aqua blue eyes.
He gave her a nod before walking in the position he was before.
At least he had gotten a name and a conversation, thought something about Éclair seemed familiar to him, like he had seen her before somewhere. Vaan shook his head.
He knew if he had seen someone as beautiful as Éclair, he would have remembered her face and those eyes was not something that he would have forgotten either.
Stop thinking with your hormones, a voice said in his head, you hardly know her.
Vaan lied down on the mat that was below him, waiting for sleep to come. Sure he didn't know much about Éclair or why she was send here in the first place, but he will know, after all, she couldn't go anywhere at this time, now that the Sanctum had them all here, prisoners.
This is it for now...sorry if the chapter seems short.
Jacques0 out.
R&R