The Duelist's Heart

by Shay Remlez

Six friends have finally made it to college together. However because of a machine and some help from Spirit Energy they are transported into a different world to save it. From where they came from it was just a card game, but now it is a way of life. With scattered memories they must find each other and the clues to saving both worlds. Rated M for Strong Language

2. Tal

Tal

The ground was cold and a constant buzzing sound permeated the air. She felt like shit. The teen girl got up in obviously baggy clothes to look around. Her short brown hair stayed perfectly in place. It was an alleyway, a cold, dirty, wet, and gross alley way. Not unlike the ones back home she thought. But then she was thinking again. What did she remember from home? Nothing. It pissed her off so badly. Only one name stuck in her head, Shinji. She kept remembering his smiling face and his crying one too. She remembered her name was Tal but that was unimportant. Was Shinji safe? Where was he? Her heart started racing as she was wondering where he was. A few things flashed through her head, she was a freshman in college, age 18, or at least was. Her body seemed to be that of when she was quite a bit younger.

She tried standing up but quickly fell down. "Fuck!" Her fist beat against the hard ground before she stood up again. She wasn't exactly feeling well right now. Her body was crying out in agony. Surges of pain. Her body didn't matter. What she was feeling didn't matter. Not one damn bit! Shinji, Shinji. He couldn't survive it alone. "DAMN IT ALL!"

Her bones creaked and blood started dripping from her legs as she forced herself up to start running. The wind whipped past her face and athletic body. Faster. She had to go faster. She had to see where he was. Her green eyes scanned the area frantically for him. She knew there were others. However she couldn't remember them. The bitter cold was reflected in the night sky. As it slowly got brighter she ran into an alleyway and into someone. The sun was rising. Then a bang. The gun fired straight and true. Her body fell backwards. What happened? It was painful? She caught herself and with a fire in her eyes retaliated with a mindless punch. Her fist hit a skull, she could hear a crack before falling forward. As the sun was rising it all became dimmer for her. A dim light encompassed her body; it seemed to glow with a fierce protectiveness. Eventually a kind, dark hand reached for her.