Emotionless
Chapter 75, Intent & Glory
A/N: Got to see the third movie for the Divergent series which I had never read nor seen the other two movies but I admit it was quite good. Put me in a good mood (before being squashed by my mood-killing brother) but I'm trying to shove the negatives out of my body. Life is hard man but it can be good.
Disclaimer: I do not own Fairy Tail
"Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle." - Philo
Normal Pov
One moment Lucy was standing frozen on the ground, her eyes trying to refocus from Dontrell's sudden appearance, and the next thing she knows her back is facing the ground as she is flipped backwards in the air. Her back hits against the ground hard and she tugs at her shirt which suddenly feels to tight only to pull away to see her blood-stained hand.
"Hurts, doesn't it?" Dontrell's voice sounds from afar and Lucy looks up through fuzzy vision to see Dontrell with his arm extended revealing a dragonized version of his arm. Four long jagged silver claws cloaked in her blood attached to dark purple scaly knuckles glistening against the light. White spikes stretched out up his arm and from beneath his arms like an old fashion baton.
"Ugh," she spit out blood before wiping it away from her mouth to stand up. The flames around her rising in intensity. She let out an animalistic - sounding challenging - roar before she leapt into the air, hands cupping together allowing a lance of fire to d\shoot down at Dontrell who leapt out of the way, his other arm following the same transformation into a dragon. A flaming bolt formed in Lucy's hand which she threw at Dontrell with deadly accuracy only for her to bat it away like a fly, back towards Lucy whose second bolt exploded in collision with the other having just been thrown.
Dontrell Leapt at Lucy, his claws coming down only to hit a wall of fire stretched out from her wings, the flames so thick they may as well have been solid titanium. "Arg!" Lucy grunted as she threw her wings back throwing Dontrell's weight and presence away from her before her flames devoured her body and she spiraled into a flaming missile towards him, her fists colliding against the flesh of Dontrell's stomach sending him flying backwards. Moments later an armored hide bubbles over his own skin covering his torso and the upper part of his back, the lower of his back covered in soft layered purple flesh protected only by the jagged white spikes curled over it.
Claws struck against flaming blue fists, a wall of fire exploding between the two throwing the two away from each other but not before Dontrell landing a blow against Lucy's face with his large jagged claws. Ignoring the blood nearly seeping into her eye, Lucy sent a flaming 'Lucy Kick' at Dontrell resulting in no damage proving the strength of the dragon hide. Lucy backed away from the transforming man, creating enough space to watch as in no time Dontrell's legs followed the result of his arms followed by the creation of a tail.
Lucy's fierce eyes locked on Dontrell, searching for an open area to strike but unfortunately all that was left was his neck and face which wouldn't last she was sure. Knowing she needed to have a distraction in order to land a blow on her opponent her mind went to her mythical spirit and with the thought and his name she pushed her red aura into her right hand where a mythical rune made its appearance on her hand. She stretched out her hand palm up and shouted, "Open gate of the Cerebus, Kenzou!" A glowing light launched out from her hand taking shape of the familiar companion who wasted no time in attacking Dontrell, taking all her opponent's time.
Having a spirit with access into her mind came quite handy when it came down to strategy, Lucy mused.
While the mythical creature attacked Dontrell Lucy began to launch a small barrage of fireballs causing the air to heat in humidity while with every evasion to Kenzou Dontrell was hit by a fireball or an attack from Kenzou. Too soon did horns grow from Dontrell's head while his pupils slit and irises dyed purple while small layers of scales began to form up his neck but before they could complete their action Lucy was suddenly in front of Dontrell delivering a strike to his neck snapping his body to the side from the sheer force alone.
He was then grabbed by the neck, icy blue eyes meeting corrupted purple as a wall of fire surrounded the two once again.
"I will win, Dontrell." Lucy told him, tightening her hold on his neck missing the glint in his eyes.
"Move away!" Kenzou's voice suddenly erupted in her head, tone filled in warning. She hesitated only a moment before leaping away, releasing the half-dragon from her hold but could not spare herself from the incoming wave of bubbling purple liquid, acid, that practically exploded from Dontrell's body.
The acid dug into her skin, burning through her flesh and into her bones leaving gnarly injuries on her arms and right side of face. When the wave had finally passed and evaporated Kenzou was gone, having been forced to close his gate having suffered major injuries from the wave alone. Weakened from the attack Lucy found herself falling from the sky, the sight of what had become of Dontrell a beacon in the sky.
The once-man was hunched over, wings keeping him afloat revealing the rest of his dragon form which was slightly humanoid standing upright white its head was unmistakable dragon, alien. Maddened dragon eyes slowly opened and glared down towards her and suddenly Lucy felt the world around her froze when Dontrell disappeared and reappeared an inch from her own face barely giving her enough time to breath before his fists collided with her stomach sending her plummeting to the ground in intense speeds.
When she hit the ground she was hit once again by a barrage of strikes from upper cuts to side kicks rendering her unable to defend herself as she was practically buried six feet under the ground. She noticed it stop only for a few seconds before claws dug into her shoulders and she was suddenly being lifted before thrown into the sky where Dontrell's jagged clawed toes slashed up cutting deep into her stomach and continuing up to her torso before she was tossed limply to the side.
Rolling to the ground the world was spinning and Lucy felt she could do nothing but close her eyes before the dizziness settled in.
I will win!
I will win!
I will win!
Nails dug into the dust but instead of given a recovery she found herself being roughly shoved unto her back before a sharp jagged spiked elbow was delivered into her back slamming her body further into the dust.
I will win, I must win, I need to win
Familiar claws dug into her shoulders again and she could do nothing to stop Dontrell from throwing her into the air again, kicking her in the stomach once to raise her higher into the air before her delivered a vertical strike through her abdomen, a bloody fist going out the other side. Shaky hands tried to grasp at Dontrell's scaled arm only to fall limp along with the rest of her body.
I need to win
I have to win
I want to win!
Dontrell stood two-hundred feet away from her, staring curiously at his opponent's limp body which barely kept herself upright lying on her knees, hands laying limp on the ground while her head was cocked back, eyes staring emotionlessly and soullessly into the clear blue sky.
A hole was unmistakable, visible through even all the blood which stained the ground below.
Fatal.
Lucy's pupils shrank to bullets, dilating while her icy blue irises lost its fire... and then suddenly they widened. What remained of her blue fire began to lick against her own skin, burning her own flesh away slowly revealing icy blue impenetrable muscle beneath.
Skinned by her own magic Lucy's body began to transform into a mutilated form of a dragon, her eyes enlarged and pale white, while a tail slithered excitedly behind her in anticipation.
And then, she yawned. Eight blue claws scratched back and forth on the dirt as Lucy tilted her head, her many horns flexing against the wind before she reared back on her haunches revealing the great wings folded against her back. Gone was her humanity, Dontrell knew, the moment the creature threw its head back and let out an air-breaking scream before running at Dontrell who was leaning over in preparation of attack. Instead of striking Lucy leapt over Dontrell and spread her wings, flying into the sky where she flipped over once she deemed herself high enough and opened her mouth, a small blue sphere slowly forming larger in size in front of her mouth before she devoured it and dove downwards.
Opening her mouth a beam of blue darted down at Dontrell who darted out of the way but did not escape as Lucy turned her head in direction the beam following him in sync with her every movement until finally it ended and Dontrell could allow himself to breathe.
Unfortunately for him his dragon hide was cracked and bleeding while the bottom of his wings were torn at the edges but he was not rendered immobile to flight. She flew down at him, landing afar from him before sprinting, pieces of the earth breaking off from the power of her speed alone while a dust bowl wrecked the moment Lucy lunged at Dontrell, tackling him. He tried to get a grip on her, cut his claws into her but her new body was impenetrable leaving him for the first time in the entire battle, fearful.
Suddenly Lucy roared, a shockwave throwing Dontrell back before he was slammed face-first into the ground, his arms limply held beneath his weight.
She leaped again and pounded her fists into the soft flesh of his lower back pushing him further into the ground while under intense pain. Satisfied with his dug grave Lucy changed her focus to Dontrell's wings before pleasurably ripping the beautiful black, purple, and white wings from his back and burning them to ash.
An agonizing scream overtook the land and in a desperate angry attempt to be free he turned his neck and dug his teeth into Lucy's neck, unable to cut into her skin but at least had enough hold to roll himself over and throw her as far away from him as he could. Painfully new flesh regenerated and formed wings on his back once again but Dontrell was no longer as strong as he had once been and didn't have time to so much as see Lucy grabbing ahold of him once more, this time by the head, and threw him across the land but instead of landing harshly to the ground he extended his wings and took flight, rage over taking all thought as he turned to the approaching creature.
Meanwhile white bones began to form a skeleton over Lucy giving her a horned skull, spine, and clawed limbs, along with a spiny tail.
She roared again, this time a wave of blue fire spiraling towards Dontrell but instead of evading the attack he found himself grabbed by Lucy once again and felt his gut drop as he was lifted high into the sky once more but instead of being dropped immediately Lucy flipped them over and barreled downwards in a ninety-degree angle, releasing him right at the edge where he collided roughly to the ground, forming a crater below.
The half-dragon struggled to lift himself up while Lucy watched him like a predator in the sky, her ghostly pale eyes staring down at Dontrell's limping a bleeding form below.
Suddenly Lucy let out a startled scream, a bony claw reaching up and grabbed at her skull where cracks had begun to form. She let out a roaring scream as she tugged harder at her skull until finally one of the horns snapped off followed by the rest of the skull shattering into pieces along with the rest of her skeleton.
And then, Lucy fell.
Far Away...
Gray stood at the edge of the hill, his raven hair being brushed back by the ocean breeze while his darkened eyes looked over the sea searching for the soul of his believed lost comrade.
Elizabeth slept soundly inside, exhausted from the day's activities while Gray felt lost in the large lake house. He wondered what he was supposed to do... go to Fairy Tail and announce the lost of a guild/family member or continue on missions.
He knew the one he should choose but instead of being able to make up his mind a strange sound suddenly shot across the land followed by a ring of blue fire. Instinct tugging him in direction of the shore Gray found himself holding unto the hope that Lucy was still alive.
So, quickly making up his mind he darted down the hill where he gracefully leapt unto the black pegasi's back before the steed ran into the sky, the two traveling in a hurry towards a distant echo, wishing it was more than a feeling.
That it would be a reality.
Back on the island...
The impact had startled Dontrell whose scales and hide were once again flesh (human) and his dragon characteristics were lost while blood-coated, shaky fingers grasped tightly unto the dragon's eye amulet. He knew he was a dead man, and his power would soon too be lost, and all because of some Fairy Tail mage. He grit his teeth as his eyes glared at the area where Lucy fell before resting his chin on the ground holding on to the last of his life, waiting for the victor to come for her trophy.
He could hold on for just a little longer, after all.
Lucy lay still against the earth, her skin slowly regenerating after she had lost control of her dragon magic. Because she wielded the magic with the wrong intent consisting of the greed of winning her magic had turned on her, skinning her of her own skin before taking over her body. She supposed it was Kei's warning coming into play, and she knew now that no lost could compare to the feeling of losing her mind for power and victory... for no amount of glory would she do it again.
She nearly destroyed herself because of it.
Fortunately Lucy was able to salvage her mind and was able to separate the beast her intentions had created out of her magic before the damage could be done permanently but she wasn't certain she'd be able to conquer the creature a second time. She didn't want to test it out either.
She knew she'd done a number on her opponent, Dontrell, and wondered if he'd even survived the onslaught of her beast and with that curiosity she stumbled to her feet, the last of her flesh healing itself. Walking over to Dontrell she found that he was no longer a miniature version of a dragon but was now a man once more.
Lucy watched as he took a shuddering breath before raising his eyes to meet her own - which had now reverted back to black - and spoke despite the blood which drippled out from his mouth.
"You win... but did you gain what you wanted?" He questioned her, before revealing the amulet he hid tucked at his chest.
Lucy shook her head and instead sat cross-legged by Dontrell's limp dying form and instead asked, "what can you tell me about Eclipse?"
His eyes showed relief and he sighed before responding, "You're familiar with the gate then... I know only that it comes to you when... its most wanted with something... that is tied to a world... that no longer exists... or when its most needed... to be wielded for destruction... for... say another world."
"The amulet?" Lucy motioned to his possession.
Dontrell nodded, "Tied to the dragon's of the past."
"I see," Lucy replied slowly, trying to process the information.
"Perhaps..." Dontrell began, "But know... that with every dealing with that... gate, you lose... something. In my case... I lose my... life." Dontrell gasped out and with a final hesitating breath his chest fell and the light faded from his eyes.
Lucy watched in wonder as Dontrell's body began to fade until it disappeared as though he never existed before she reached for the amulet however the moment her fingers touched the amulet it immediately disintegrated, while its ashes were soon swept up with the wind... it too disappearing.
"Thank you," Lucy looked up in time to see the fading ghost of Riisovzun as he too departed from the world leaving her alone to the wastes of the land.
So you see Lucy and Dontrell did not have the same powers.
Lucy is unique.
And they were not battling over the power of a dragon.
Let's call it a day because I had written this all out during my algebra class, which I should tell you is incomprehensible for me, and now it is midnight and I'm exhausted.
So yeah, hope you enjoyed. Feel free to comment in a review, favorite, or follow!
Sincerely,
-Gothic Rain
P.S. The form of Lucy's beast is like a blue dragon version of Naruto's six tails form. And the idea of the skull breaking to release the beast came from Bleach where Ichigo would try to regain control over his body from his Hollow.