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HOLY FRIGGIN COW!
Mar. 7th, 2004 06:15 amNever thought I'd post THIS again....Yeeeeeeee! ^___^
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Interval 1- Havens and Sanctuaries
All she did.
That was all she did.
She just sat there. With a grin.
No one liked that grin...
It had been over a millenia of sleep, dreamless and everlasting sleep. Full of thought. Her own thoughts. She was awake, yet she was asleep. Kept away from the outside world, yet her mind heard everything that surrounded her, everything that happened. Yet she could not move, she could not live. She should be dead...some say she is dead. Either way, her body lays, warm flesh, in the haven. Oh, the wonders of the Katanic haven...
It was a picture perfect of silence. No animal would dare enter a mile within the place. Human or otherwise. Pure instinct or maybe a sixth sense, if one believes in ideas such as these, prohibited all that near the haven....a spot of grass, so small, a normal man could not lay in the area. Yet maybe a young one could. One who had the body of a young, lean 17 year old girl. Blonde hair reaching to the knees, spreaded all across the grass from growth over the millenia. Such is yet another reason one is not dead. She wore nothing more than a black and crimson dress that covered her feet, no sleeves. Her nails could scratch another man's face so deep, it would never heal, deep the claws could go. She had nothing but sandels on her feet..and she laid there in the haven, not to be disturbed. The shifter...she was never to be disturbed.
Ever.
For one might fear...an awakening. Yet even so, she is not alone. One that is to stay away from..there is always another. She fell to the spell of endless death only a few seconds after her accomplice, but on the completely opposite side of the terrestrial planet. The shifter slept in the forest, yet this one...she slept in a ruin only a few miles away from a never sleeping metropolis, unlike she, sleeping for years..decades...centuries.
Celena Sanctuary. Her own sanctuary was a ruin of a fortress, no life was in there since the day her life was drawn and left to hang in the murky area, monotonous and grey. She was left lying on a block of cold marble. Her own locks flowed off the marble, growing even longer than the shifter, way past her feet. The black river of hair just gleamed in the very little light that was in her sanctuary. The dress was near identical to the other, yet only different colors, white and ice blue. Her nails were nothing like the shifter's, colored a blue but nothing truly special about them. She looked thin, and fast, not strong. Yet while the shifter looked more of the fighter, never doubt one's true double...barefoot she was...and she laid there in her sanctuary, not to be disturbed. The enchanter...she was never to be disturbed.
Ever.
For one might fear...an awakening.
How to awaken the sleeping ones, it was not known, not a single soul on the planet knew how to destroy their slumber. There were a few...a few that at least knows their existance. That which includes her beloved friend, one she considers a sister in soul. Her name was Taryuu. A normal human would have expired with age by now, skin decomposed, and a skeleton left in a box under the dirt. Taryuu, she was human, but she was not human.. Enchanter adored her as a friend, sister, while growing up. When she realized that Taryuu would die before her, WAY before her, she placed a spell. She was to live. As long as she herself lived. Taryuu will never die. Not as long as she was alive. Taryuu hid underneath the destructive current of the ocean...and checked up on the ruin, keeping any naive humans away from them.
She herself...wasn't human anymore.
Humans die from age. She does not. Humans, they cannot breathe underwater, much less live under it. She can. So is she really human anymore? Or is she just a lost mermaid, swimming endlessly in the water waiting for her friend to wake up....the only question left is...Is she the only one waiting?
Was there another? Another who awaits her return? Not many would want a return..
Fear the Awakened...
And the shifter, she too had one waiting for her. He was known as Sir Zachary, lord of the Maison De Demain Matin et Soir. The shifter, one who does not like the name, calls him Zachary, ignoring the formalities, Zachary sounding just fine. Zachary was a man of short tempers, sarcasm, and cynicism. Even through all this, she found him attracting, if not more so. It would also help to know he too was a shifter. The same as her? Not really known. She was dead right before he transformed into his...being. He was her own friend, whether it was love, or whether it was just the fact both were much alike, she never left his side, and resided in Maison De Demain Matin et Soir, sharing rights to the house.
Until she fell to slumber.
Zachary felt as if he was shot, a worthy friend lost. He placed her in the dark and secluded forest, about 40-50 yards away from the house. And that was where she is sleeping now. Few can enter, one of small frame, such as himself. No one dares enter whether they could fit or not...
He would always watch. Always. But was there another who awaited? Another...?
The Slumber WILL die...
So the two slept...miles apart...but their minds...all they could hear was the laughter of the other..Insanity from one...Evil from the other...with a bit of each other. A thousand years, a kilo, a millenium. Nothing stopping the laughter from their minds. Do they welcome or do they despise? The haunting cackles, possible to drive any sane man to the limits. It never stopped, each taunting the other, as if siblings, filling the minds with ongoing din. But..did they truly care...?
Hell no.
They just wanted to wake up.
Interval 2- Awaken, my Enchantress.
Dark...
It was dark. All you could see was the crescent moon slowly fading behind shadowing clouds. There was no noise. The only noise that could be heard was the clopping of hooves from a horse and the creaking of wheels turning. A stagecoach. The outside coating was hard to tell in the dark, yet you could see that the coach had a gleem in the paint, and was handcrafted with care and experience.
Sitting in silence, a young miss was accompanied by a woman with a child inside of the coach. The old woman was not a pleasant sight to look at. She was someone who looked like they were going to bite your head off if you said a word to them. Her face had an upturned nose, thin pale lips, skin that was very clammy, and cheek bones so high , it looked as if she was puckering up her lips and cheeks sucked in. Yet even with such bitter looks, her child was like a replica of a porcelain doll. The little girl looked no more than four, her skin was a very very light tan, natural. She had big silver grey eyes that seemed to have red flecks in them, with long black eyelashes. Her rosy cheeks matched her rosy lips, and her hair was a light blonde, maybe even platinum. Her doll features did not match what she was wearing. A dark black dress under a black overcoat, both of a cheap fabric.
The young lady riding with them was a strange sort of beauty. Her long hair was down to her waists, ebony locks straight as a pin. She was reading a novel, "Requiem of the Ressurrection," author unknown, wearing a pair of reading glasses, even though it didn't look like she needed them. Under those spectacles was light skin, slightly tanned, and weird colored eyes. Both different colors. Her outfit was the color of cyan and texture would remind one of silk. Her arms were bare under a silver translucent material. She had no shoes. She looked up from the book once and noticed the child staring at her with big eyes. She smiled at the young one, and closed her book, leaving her bookmark. "Well, hello, little one. My I ask the reason you look at me?"
"I would care you not talk to my child."
The lady sorta gave a cold stare at the haggly mother and looked back to the child. " One must never interupt another's conversation, yes?" She said to the child completely ignoring the woman's obvious fumings. "You have a name, little one?"
The girl's head went down but the eyes looked back toward her, wondering if she dares disobey her mother. She decided to do so. "I'm Yverenne. You look like a storybook princess..." the child whispered.
The mother had turned into a hissing monster at this moment, as she nearly jumped out of her seat. "You are NOT to associate yourself with a demon woman, child!" With that she slapped the young one and turned toward the other lady with them. "Children are filled with ignorance and naivete, and I will NOT let a barbaric...barbaric...WITCH turn my child into one of your cult members."
At this point, the young miss was ready to hiss back. She was not barbaric, or a witch in that sense, and her eyes were gleaming with fury. The child was holding back the tears from the slap, and the mother was obviously a hot-tempered woman. This will get one nowhere. The mother was not done lashing out.
"I know your type. I recognize it. You have the elegence air around you, and your eye colors are not the same. Trust me, I may not have the schooling a child has today, but I sure as god's name have my wit."
The lady smirked at such a comment. "Do you really think you know? It's very obvious your education is lacking, but you say you have wit? You? I would say you better back up and check yourself on that. Lying is bad in front of children. I am not human, you are right on that, but how DARE you call me a witch...those scraggly sack of dried corspe skin and bones, with pimples all over their beaky noses, and with several teeth missing. I do not cackle with a shrill voice, and I do not carry myself around a broom. I am NOT A WITCH. I am an enchanter, a sorceress, whatever 'demonic' word you prefer. I do not talk to you, you interupt my conversation with the child and that is barely on my toleration scale, so if you wish to be able to breathe through what you can now, you should be wise to keep your mouth SHUT."
This completely hushed the woman, and shamed her, but the child thought it all too funny. "What is your name, miss?" She couldn't keep the giggles to herself, which will more than likely regret her later, but she couldn't keep it to herself, or may souls let her insanity bubble in. The young woman looked back to Yverenne and smiled. "My name is-"
Before she could give out the name, the carriage came to a complete halt. The driver opened the door and dragged the lady forcefully out of the cart. Several men, a mob of some sorts, was in front of the carriage, blocking the road. It had started to rain heavily, pouring nonstop, the ground was covered in water, drops of rain creating round circles. The ongoing sound of thunder mixed with the shoutings and clammorings of the mob was deafening. She tried to resist the driver's pull, but only to end up in the muddy water.
The old woman had a look as if to say she had won, but the child was watching with emotional anger, more than a normal child could have. The lady picked herself up, now soaked in muck and dirt. Her eyes just looked coldly at the mob, and then she grinned. It was no normal grin, it wasn't one of anger, but..
A grin of insanity.
She started laughing maniacally and looked toward all of them with that smirk...everyone was staring with their mouth gaped all except one...Yverenne was smiling widely, as if she was laughing at all of them. The lady stopped laughing and started to speak with that same insane grin. "One must never interupt another's conversation, yes?"
The people didn't know what to say. Yverenne replied, "Yes, one shouldn't."
The lady gave a few chuckles and turned to the people, "I do not talk to you, you interupt my conversation with the child and that is barely on my toleration scale..."
She then placed her left hand in the air, the rain still falling endlessly, and seemed to pick a large raindrop in between her thumb and middle finger. The size was that of a small blackberry...ironically enough, it turned into a black color....and she squeezed the drop til it splattered against the rest of the rain. Now it started to wash away, and everyone else just thought she was just playing mind games on them.
"My name is Celen, Yverenne." Slowly she turned her head to the mother and cracked a crazy grin..."Your daughter reminds me of my friend...you better watch it, or your child may be a shifter soon enough. My friend could take her in also even though she and her Zachary hate children enough. I mean...the little one does have an interesting look to her, no?"
The rain...it started turning black. Everyone started panicking. The mother turned to her child and nearly screamed her lungs out of her mouth. Yverenne had the same insane look as Celen. Celen looked over to Yverenne and had one last smirk, "Yesss, the double may be interest in your soul."
"You're like a storybook princess..."
~..~..~
"So are they dead?"
"Yes sir."
"Good...good."
"The blonde haired one we shipped off to the cremators, but somebody insisted on taking the black haired one, she said that girl was her sister..so out of respect for the dead, I gave her body to her."
"You WHAT??!!?!"
"I said I--"
"You naive fool! She has no family! That girl should never be respected, death or not. I will spit on her grave and engulf it in flame and acid before respecting her..."
"...s-sir, I'm..I'm sorry.."
"A mere youth such as yourself would not have understood...I am to be blamed for putting the care of burning the damned ladies in your hands...I shouldn't have sent them to the cremators either..why was I so careless..."
"...sir...what do we do now?"
"...we live til we finalize their death.."
September 6...
She was still there. Her eyes were still shut, and she was still on that marble slab. It's been a few months since Taryuu had checked up on her. She was walking toward the direction of the ruins, drying off the salt water on her body on the way there. The frequent checking of her sister was not as frequent as it was. She didn't find any reason to. No one could find her, and she wouldn't wake up anyway. The only time she had stirred was about 500 years ago...Taryuu was nearly slapped herself in the face back then from pure shock. She was just waiting intensely for her to wake up, but it never happened. She never woke up.
Taryuu could now see the resting place of her sister from a far distance. The ruins themselves are hard to miss, but it was difficult to get near the location, mountains surrounding the area. It was a city when the black haired girl was first laid to rest there, in a small sanctuary right in the middle. Two years later, the region was completely annihilated. Now all that was left was a mile of dreary debris. Except the sanctuary. It stood tall and proud, and was the only thing left in perfect condition.
It wasn't even decayed.
Even today, it was standing without a scratch.
Taryuu finally found way to the shrine and looked inside. She had to fall against the wall or she would have hit the floor at that moment. The girl had fallen off the slab, writhing on the floor. The look on her face seemed to have no expression, like a porcelain doll. Empty and no feeling. But that isn't what made Taryuu so shaken...
Her eyes were open...
One eye was a silver, the other a bright purple...
Her eyes were open...
Taryuu tried to walk towards her friend, but something caught the side of her eye. There was someone else...a man was sitting against a wall with a smirk. His looks were that of a young adult, maybe 21-22. The crimson eyes of his, dark yet luminous, seemed to flicker laughter. His outfit was a white shirt over black leather pants, tied around with three navy blue belts with white gold buckles. His leather black trench coat fell to his feet, and instead of having buttons, he had wires which he tied through a hole to keep the jacket together. As he pulled back a lock of his short and spiked platinum hair from his eye, he sneered as it ended up going back to place. "Strange how it gets harder to put one's hair behind your ear the more corrupted you are, don't you agree?"
"...were you the one awakened her?" she asked coldly, her eyes glaring at the man.
"Tsk tsk, you can't talk to strangers."
"Excluding your known family, everyone's a stranger when you first meet them. So what makes you so special?"
He stood up and looked toward her with cold eyes with a grin. "Do not try to insult me. You know well what I want, I want her to die." He pointed to the girl writhing on the ground.
"It's impossible!!! No one knows the secret of awakening, so how the hell do you know?" she said with anger rising in each word.
"Who said I was trying to awaken?" He said with a chuckle. "Aren't you a smart one trying to figure it out? I know not of the spell of waking but I do know the spell of ongoing nightmares, pain and murder in each moment of her life. Either she wakes up, or her mind turns to bread, either way, I'll be a happy man, yes?"
"Damn you..."
"Let one mind wander and this is what you get."
"Shut up. You're not the one suffering from nightmares."
"Well who said you had to stay asleep forever?"
"You remember? Blahdeblah, sleep forever spell, blahdeblah?"
"Moron, the only people who know the anti spell is us, dimwit."
"...oh yeah. Well then why didn't you say the spell, dammit?!"
"...Cuz, I dunno."
"Did you know in this little mind world, there's like a door behind you?"
"Really? Damn, it would have been easier if I knew that about 1000 years ago, ya know."
"Oh well."
"I shall see you!"
"Same here!"
"One..."
"Two..."
"Three..." Celen grinned while sitting up. Taryuu nearly fell over unconscious and the strange man ended up staring. "I am sorry, but I must depart. I have to wake up someone before she attacks me with several painful weapons...Byebye."
She laughed and disappeared in a cloud of dust.
Wake up soon, double. There's a world to kill.
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Interval 3- Wake up to me, My Only..
*chuckle*
The room was only lit with a candle on top of a desk made of cherry wood. Nothing else was on the desk, and nothing else was in the room. It was not earlier than midnight, none later than sunrise. Not a sound could be heard in that stone brick room, not even the raindrops splashing against the roof, there wasn't to be any type of din in this room. That was the only purpose of this room. To be absolutely silent and cold. No one was in this room.
Cept Zachary in a chair.
Little driplets of water fell from the tips of his firey red hair, dripping onto the floor making very faint patters on the stone floor, no carpet to cover. His whole body was wet from walking outside in the rain. At the moment, he wore nothing more than a pair of baggy pants, his feet on the desk while he stared out the lone window that stood on the west side of the room. His head was tilted to the left, looking toward the raining outsides. There was no real reason to be standing outside in the rain...it was just an impulse sort of thing. He doesn't really care for rain neither, but he could stand for it.
While he was out there, he remembered how the women would swoon over him as he would stand out there so many years ago...so many years indeed...how ladies would throw themselves at his feet, but he didn't notice them at all. He just sorta grinned at their stupid wants, and left them there to weep. Maybe he would have glanced toward them a long time ago...but now...his heart has been taken, no matter how cliche that sounds, ...
By a shifter.
Back to the thinking room, Zachary was of course..thinking. Thinking about how that rain brought back memories of first appearences for both of them. How they first found the path to each other...over a thousand years ago. He covered the window with his curtain and thought of the meeting...
He had just annihalated a building. He had miscaculated the blast radius and got caught barely. Even though he was just a few inches off, he had torn his right ankle and cursed himself for being so careless. At the moment, he was limping down an alley, avoiding police enforcement. "Dammit all...They will NOT catch me. Not this damn easily." He thought in his head, as he continued down the alleyway, his ankle was trickling blood behind him. This went on all night...trying to avoid the law as fast as he can.
He could hear them. He trudged as fast as he can, filled with panic, he did not want to go down so fucking easily!!!! He refuse!! But the gods of hatred were lookin at him dead on. Dead end of the alley. "Damn it all!! This shouldn't happen! What kind of shitty cliche is this?!" He muttered under his breath and realized...this is how he was going to lose. He leaned his head back against the wall of dead end, and looked toward the sky, with a smirk. "So this is my fate, what a tragic way to die. Being beaten down by police because I can't run away with this damn ankle. And fighting back is no good because I left my gun, it was expected of me to die if I left one mistake.." He sighed as he could hear the police right around the corner...and then he saw...
Above him. Wings...red eyes. She swooped down and shot the police down.
There was no other one for him but her, he made that decision then.
He limped toward the girl and his green eyes met her red. Silence was surrounding as her wings disappeared back to where they came from. He couldn't say a word, and it didn't look like that girl was going to say a word either. He opened his mouth to utter something when someone fell from the sky and landed ontop of several trash cans, thankfully empty. Both of them raised an eyebrow to this and walked over to the trash cans, well one trudged over there. The girl grinned as she dusted herself off and tilted her head to zachary. "I'm Celen, I think my double has a taking to you, yes? You could become immortal, do you care to try?"
Zachary ddin't know what to say. He looked over to the red eyed girl and grinned. "Zachary...that's my name."
The red eyed girl just looked at him and grinned. "Zachary..."
His thoughts were interuppted. A woman, maybe 27, a maid, barged through the door, forgetting to knock. She seems to be shaken up from something, but Zachary didn't notice. He was quite annoyed at sudden interuption. He looked toward the woman and saw it was Metennel, his maid.. "Lord Zachary, excuse me sir, but have you checked outside? It's...it's..."
"Metennel, No der, it's raining." Zachary sighed in exasperation. He really hated conversing with anyone these days, and with the interuption, it didn't help at all.
"But sir, y-you...would be deeply interested...I know you would...it's..."
"Ok, Mett, I'll look outside. You act as if the rain turned the color--" He removed the curtains from his window and stared at what he saw..."..."
"...sir?"
"Black...."
The ground was covered in black puddles, the grass were stained with the shadow color. His green eyes just stared as if he was daydreaming. It was...It was...
It was raining...
The rain...was black.
Not the sky, but the actual drops were black.
Just like his heart...
Both of them seemed to have disappeared. Celen and...He was running aside a cliff, trailing a truck labeled with the words, "Mourning Cremators." After a good 25 miles of running, the truck came to a halt. The black rain would not stop pouring and instead of decreasing, it rained harder and harder as if the drops could break the glass window of the truck, so out of caution, the truck came to a halt.
Zachary "climbed" up a cliff, and looked down below in shadows, watching the driver slowly move out of his truck. He had her. A dirty scraggly man had HIS only. His eyes were boiling with rage as he said cursed words under his breath..as he normally did on a daily basis. He had no idea where his red eyed girl's double was. He could probably care less. And indeed, he couldn't care less. While he was thinking of all this, he set up his snifer rifle..."Well, we'll see who's going to burn who soon enough..." He took aim...
The black rain didn't stop. He was carrying the "dead" girl in his arms toward his sanctum. After the assassination of the driver, a group of people started chasing him down. They chased him down the city streets. He was growing tired as the extra weight was getting to him. When the fatigue started setting in, he realized that he was running. "Why the hell am I running again? Hell, I'm not a kid." He kicked a person off a yellow moped, and kicked it a certain way to where it would start. With a vroom, it zoomed off, trailing dust behind it.
The others coughed from inhaling the dust, but before they knew it, zachary was riding back towards them. He had a sneer on his face as he aimed the moped in their direction, going at top speed. "You want to mess with her? You want to mess with my red eyes? You're obviously mad...." He said in their direction, and as the men jumped out of the way, each one saw it. Each one saw what he was showing to him.
He was giving all of them a middle finger as he drove by.
After an hour of driving, he finally reached the Maison De Demain Matin et Soir, and stopped the vehicle, and slowly walked toward the forest. He and his lady would hang out there just because. It was serene and quiet, a place where one could just fall asleep forever...Ironic how things happen.
He had just laid her down on the grass, and wondered...how long it would take for her to wake up. If she would wake up at all. He could hear cars approaching his home. No one should dare enter someone's living quarters unless asked to. He could see them right from where he sat, the trees hanging above him. He realized that the rain had stopped falling on him, and he assumed it had completely stopped. Then he realized that the trees were so thick, rain couldn't even fall in the haven. He looked outside and saw the mob heading toward him, them spotting him by now.
And then the black rain changed. It had changed into...a strange green started to fall onto the other humans. It didn't seem any strange until he could hear them scream in agony. He looked closer and noticed the rain was starting to eat away their flesh. He saw them all running towards their cars, and noticed the metal was starting to disappear along with the tires fromt he rain. "Acid..." He thought in his head, and as he saw them try to scramble away with their screams...he just started laughing. The two of them, his girl and her double were so in tune....
He left her there...with fazed eyes...
He had grabbed his trenchcoat and ran towards the haven putting it on. If the rain was back, that means...
As soon as he got there, he caught his breath...and fell in disappointment. She hadn't move from the spot. She hadn't move at all. She was still dead in the world's eyes...He had so much hope in his heart, but when he noticed she hadn't move, his face had turned into one to which someone could just cry over. He sighed and sat down next to her. He was so sure this time...he was just so sure that the awakening had happened...but...it seems...it was not to be so...
"Katana...", he whispered, picking up her right hand and placed it against his face..."Awaken, my only...my only..."
A few minutes went by...and that's when he saw it. He placed the right hand down...the other hand, the left hand. He had not touched her body since she was first placed to rest. Nothing ever came by to disturb her or move her in anyway. The wind was never strong enough to move her body in anyway... and her hand was always faced down. So why the hell was it face up? He looked her over and couldn't figure out. But then he heard something....
He heard a snicker.
He stared for a good minute, not believing what he just heard, and his eyes glowed a crimson red. "You bitch....You fucking damn bitch!"
She opened one of her blood red eyes and made a sneer. She saw Zachary starting to fume, and sat up, tackling him, and patted his head... "Katana, katana, katana, oh my love, how I am hopeless and love to rant about how I want you to awaken and other shit like that."
He still couldn't get hold of reality at the moment. She was hear mimicking him. It took him a while to take this in mind but...she was alive. Even through the mimics, Zachary was grinning so widely. His smile couldn't be more happier. She was frickin awake. After so long, after so much turmoil through the time, she had awaken. Who would have known...that this day was the day to end. She stood up and grinned. He just sat there looking up at her. "And you couldn't at least tell me you were awake, huh? You had to keep me thinking that you were dead." He said with a glare in his eyes. "At least this wasn't public."
"Perhaps."
"Perhaps...?"
"She DID get it all on tape ya know...."
"Wha--? No..."
Celen fell out of a tree with a camera, laughing. She walked over to Katana, both looked at each other, then to Zachary, and proceeded into pointing and laughing at him. Zachary shot them both an evil look, and stood up. Celen jumped up in the air, with a last laugh, and disappeared away, while Katana just walked back to Zachary. He sighed, and smiled, giving her a piggy back ride out of the haven...leaving it empty..
Empty...
for the first time in ages...it was empty..
And he was never so happy.
As soon as he left the forest, someone was standing in front of them. He stared at them. "I knew it, the two of the past were still alive!!!! I knew it!!! I'm going to get the news and report you all! You can't escape the cops! That blacked haired one already killed most of my town!!!"
Zachary stared at him. You should never go to someone's house without being invited...he looked toward Katana, and they both nodded while he let katana off. Katana slowly walked up to that man with a grin. "You were not invited, you have no business here."
"I make it my business, I'm a worldwide reporter!! You two should die!! You two and that other girl with the black hair!!! You could care less about the world!!! You would love to see it die!!"
"Heh...News." She smirked and looked toward Zachary, and then back at the man. "Look, I just woke up from a millenia of sleep and my hair's really floofed now. I am deeply angered of your sudden abruptness in my face. Sure I'll let you 'KILL' me but I only got one thing to say..."
The silence was deafening as saber walked up as close to the man as one can. The man could hardly keep breathing from such closeness. She then proceeded in showing him the middle finger.
"Watch the birdie."
With that she jabbed her middle finger into the right eye of the man, causing him to scream while blood covered her middle finger. The blood trickled down to the grass. She kept her finger in his eye socket, and drew out a pistol. She noticed Celen was recording the whole thing from above. She looked back at the man and grinned widely, with her fangs showing...
"Guess which two is baaaaack..." Celen sneered as she continued recording the whole thing.
"And is going to cause helllllll...." Katana said with a smirk as she placed her finger on the trigger.
The rain was black..
The two were awakened..
Gaia will suffer. Earth will cry.
They are awake and alive....and they are restless from the millenial slumber.
And young Zachary...Zachary's eyes weren't fazed anymore. In fact..
They were screaming mad fits of laughter.
Interval 4- The Miss...
Taryuu looked up at the rundown building she was standing in front of, and swung past through the entrance. She was entering a school, dirtied and mud-caked, a pungent odor filled through the hallways of rotting fish and moldy toadstools. The walls were crumbling to the cracked tiles on the floor, and the occasional plaster of the ceiling would break off and hit the unsuspecting person unlucky enough to be walking under it at that time. This was the only school in Verido City.
The closest place to the Celena Sanctuary.
Earlier that day, Taryuu had recieved a call from a random person whom she has never heard of...
"Hello...?"
"Is this Taryuu?"
"...Yes. Who is this?"
"I know where the person you are looking for located..."
"....Where?"
"Explanation is not needed. Not here on the phone."
"...So where are they then? And do you know if they're...awakened?"
"Verido City. I will be there. Ask for the Miss....They will know who you are speaking of..*click*"
...Taryuu placed the phone down, and stared at it for that moment. She mumbled to herself, "The miss, huh?...Well, I guess I'll have to pay a little visit then..."
So that is how she ended up where she is now. She stood in the middle of the empty hallway, realizing she never got a specific time from this "The Miss" person. Maybe she came too early? Too late? That was when the idea of time got to her. She started thinking about how time cannot be controlled. When making an appointment, you know the time you must be there, but that does not necessarily mean you will be at that time. That second of time will always be there....but it does not wait for anyone.
A little child scurrying along, papers flying from her arms, caught her attention. She walked over to the child, thinking perhaps the little one knew of this Miss..."Excuse me, umm, excuse me, can you help me?"
The child gave a quick startle gasp, and dropped all the papers onto the ground. He stared for a few moments, unable to speak, and then bent down to pick up his papers. With a meager voice, he quietly spoke, "I dunno...I'm not good helping people." He was obviously a shy one, and from the scars down his arms, one can assume that the child was frequently beaten. He was pale, yet so was most people of this era. His skin was just as dirty as the floors though, and he had locks of a real dark blonde, yet with black highlights. He wore nothing more than rags, and his shoes just looked like bags of leather tied with one piece of string. He wasn't like Verido. Verido was not a beautiful city in any way yet the child had beautiful black eyes...
"I'm sure you can help me, little one...umm...your name?"
"...Jenoh..."
"Jenoh, thank you. I'm Taryuu by the way...I was wondering if perhaps you knew the Miss..."
The child looked like he was going to have a heart attack from the way he let the papers fall again to the floor. He started trembling, and took a few steps back, whimpering in a strange type of fear. "...T-t-the muh-Miss...s-sh--she is..." His bony, small finger shakingly pointed to a door right at the very end of the hallway they were standing in, and after he stared at Taryuu for a couple of moments, he ran off, leaving his papers behind. Such a display gave much caution to her now...Just the sound of the name sent Jenoh rushing off in fright, and this gave her the chills. She picked up Jenoh's papers littering the floor, and with curiousity taking over, flipped through them to see what children were learning. She placed a hand over her mouth out of shock, and kept them close as she headed toward the door of the miss...
She kicked the door open, leaving all caution behind, and yelled out, "Where is this miss?!"
The room was completely black. The floors, the rug, the desk, and the chair...It was all black. There was no other color in this room. There wasn't even a window. Taryuu didn't enter the room yet she stood in the doorway, wondering what the hell was going on...This disturbed her. When you think of people in a school, you think of a nice calming color such as white or blue being on the walls. Not black. The backside of the chair was facing her, rocking back and forth...back and forth. Taryuu didn't like the feeling she was getting from this place. Taryuu had that ability in her, ever since she was a little one, always able to tell when something was wrong. She felt it strong here...She swallowed once, and with a much lower voice, she asked, "Is this where I can find the Miss?"
The chair kept rocking back and forth...back and forth...creaking and creaking incessantly. A normal man could be driven to the mind of the lost, the mind of the insane, unrelenting contentment to such a world, unable to retrieve what is lost...or more so, what is found when one is driven so far...The brink of humanity, realism, and realization of what is surrounding you, clouded by a mist of uncertainty...Taryuu just couldn't move. She could feel herself releasing drops of sweat from her forehead..."What are you...?"
The creaking finally came to a standstill. It swiveled around and revealed "the Miss." Taryuu gasped for a second at actually how beautiful this one was. She was expecting a hag or something of those sorts. The woman had light skin, yet looking tan, a strange site to see in Verido. Her eyes were silver, speckled with crimson red dots, and eyelashes thick and curled. Her lips were smiling red, matching her cheeks, and the ruby earrings in her ears. Her hair was short, straight down to her chin, and a very light blonde, a platinum blonde. Her outfit was a simple black dress, and a black overcoat made of a soft material. She was smiling over to Taryuu, and extended her hand, "Hello, I'm the Miss."
Taryuu could only bite her bottom lip and whisper, "Are you...Katana?" The features were near identical...Could they have really awakened?..
The other blinked a few moments and shook her head, "Noo..." She grinned wide, her eyes flickering a sign to Taryuu. Taryuu realized she was one stuck on the borderline of the insane and the genius..Again in her mind, Taryuu whispered to herself, What the hell are you...?
"Who the hell am I?" She smiled once more, scaring Taryuu out of her mind...The Miss read her mind...She read her mind...
"Why, I'm the Miss. Miss Yverrenne."
Taryuu's mind went blank. Yverrenne.....Celen had talked about a little girl with the same name. The girl was different, that was what Celen had said. She realized she was afraid. Why does my heart feel like it's being squeezed of the blood it contains? Something about her......I suppose this is why Jenoh was so afraid. How could Celen stand to be near this human? Well, Celen was right.....she isn't normal...
"No, I am not the same as the rest. It does not matter. You know that I can read others minds now, can you not? But the thing is...I can't read them whenever I feel like. I can only read those who are afraid. Those who linger in fear. Isn't that an interesting fact?"
Taryuu couldn't take it anymore. "STOP IT! You call me here just to tell me nonsense that I do not need to know! I come here for one reason, and you WILL tell me. Where are they...?"
Yverrenne chuckled to herself and stood up from her seat, walked around her desk, and towards the door. She exited the room, leaving Taryuu to stand alone, baffled. "Hey! Don't leave me behind! I'm telling you to tell me where they are now!"
The blonde haired woman slowly turned her head toward the other, and muttered with hatred seeping through each word, "I don't care for THEY. " These words only left Taryuu more confused and annoyed. "You don't care for them? Then why did you bring me here? I thought you were going to tell me where they are?!"
"NO!" Yverrene shouted with fury. "I want to find ONE person. The other could rot in the ninth hell for all I damn care...." She stopped in mid hallway as her fist tightened into a grip so hard, blood slowly seeped through the hands. "Katana....heh.....She'd enjoy living in Hell...." Her grin was sinister as her eyes turned toward the fear-strickened Taryuu. "Well, she'll be filled with enjoyment. With you, I can finally find Celen...But Katana....Katana....." She sighed and continued her way toward the entrance.
She was about to refuse until she looked behind her. Several young children peeked through the doors, and even a few teachers. They looked like they were about to scream with joy. Could one person cause this much fear to so many? She turned toward Yverrenne, "Fine, I'll help you find them. What do I have to do?"
END CH 4
A/n: I didn't like CH4. At all. Bleh. I'll end up rewriting the whole thing. Watch me. This is probably my worst chapter. v.v;; But chapter 5 will be a bit more fun. You'll see.
Interval 5 -
The fire crackled. Katana was sitting next to Zachary, watching as the flames danced around in the fireplace. They haven't done anything in particular since she and her double had awakened. She was just taking her time to appreciate being with Zachary once again. The sleep was pure torture in that sense. She loved Zachary, and it annoyed her being able to tell whenever he was near her while she was asleep. Her eyes glowed from the light of the fire.
Celen came into the room, holding a glass of white merlot in one hand and a glass of water in the other. She stood at the doorway seeing Katana relaxing peacefully with Zachary. She tilted her head a bit as she walked toward the two. "Now is Zachary more important than your daily intake of your stuff?" She asked as she handed Katana the glass.
Katana took a sip, and raised an eyebrow toward Celen, "Now you should know that answer."
Celen smirked and whispered to Zachary, "If she does end up picking wine over you, you can always have meeee..."
Katana stared at Celen and clinged to her loved one, "Nyyyyuuuuuuuuuuu......! Mine."
Zachary looked like he couldn't breathe. Celen drank her water, and smiled. "I know, I know. I'm not evil like that which you should know." She was about to ask them something when she heard the doorbell ring. "Hey, Zachary....doorbell?"
Katana released Zachary from her grasp, and looked toward both of them. Zachary looked threatening. Both Celen and Katana knew why. Very few knew where Zachary lived, and he keeps the doorbell hidden. Only the two girls knew where it was plus Zachary himself. The doorbell kept ringing. And ringing. Katana kept her silence as Celen looked toward Zach, "I'd say you should answer it. Because you know that whoever is ringing it knows you." She looked back toward the entranceway. "And if he or she knows where the doorbell is...they must know every entrance to the house...EVERY entrance."
Zach's eyes went wide as he looked toward Celen then Katana. "Do you think.....EVERY entrance....?" Katana sat there with a contemplative look and looked back toward him. She nodded. The doorbell was a secret to the house, and a big one at that. So...it wouldn't surprise her if they knew...that entrance. Zachary stood up and walked toward the door, and Katana followed closely behind. Celen stayed in the room with the fire.
She suddenly heard angry shouts from Katana, and the words of Zachary trying to calm her down. What the heck is going on? She was a bit puzzled....until she realized who was at the door. She scrambled to her feet, nearly tripping on every other object in her way....Katana would kill her....
"Yverrenne...." Celen whispered as she rushed toward the entrance. "What the friggin hell are you trying to do....you're entering the house of death without an invite..."
To be Cont.
-=Celi
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Interval 1- Havens and Sanctuaries
All she did.
That was all she did.
She just sat there. With a grin.
No one liked that grin...
It had been over a millenia of sleep, dreamless and everlasting sleep. Full of thought. Her own thoughts. She was awake, yet she was asleep. Kept away from the outside world, yet her mind heard everything that surrounded her, everything that happened. Yet she could not move, she could not live. She should be dead...some say she is dead. Either way, her body lays, warm flesh, in the haven. Oh, the wonders of the Katanic haven...
It was a picture perfect of silence. No animal would dare enter a mile within the place. Human or otherwise. Pure instinct or maybe a sixth sense, if one believes in ideas such as these, prohibited all that near the haven....a spot of grass, so small, a normal man could not lay in the area. Yet maybe a young one could. One who had the body of a young, lean 17 year old girl. Blonde hair reaching to the knees, spreaded all across the grass from growth over the millenia. Such is yet another reason one is not dead. She wore nothing more than a black and crimson dress that covered her feet, no sleeves. Her nails could scratch another man's face so deep, it would never heal, deep the claws could go. She had nothing but sandels on her feet..and she laid there in the haven, not to be disturbed. The shifter...she was never to be disturbed.
Ever.
For one might fear...an awakening. Yet even so, she is not alone. One that is to stay away from..there is always another. She fell to the spell of endless death only a few seconds after her accomplice, but on the completely opposite side of the terrestrial planet. The shifter slept in the forest, yet this one...she slept in a ruin only a few miles away from a never sleeping metropolis, unlike she, sleeping for years..decades...centuries.
Celena Sanctuary. Her own sanctuary was a ruin of a fortress, no life was in there since the day her life was drawn and left to hang in the murky area, monotonous and grey. She was left lying on a block of cold marble. Her own locks flowed off the marble, growing even longer than the shifter, way past her feet. The black river of hair just gleamed in the very little light that was in her sanctuary. The dress was near identical to the other, yet only different colors, white and ice blue. Her nails were nothing like the shifter's, colored a blue but nothing truly special about them. She looked thin, and fast, not strong. Yet while the shifter looked more of the fighter, never doubt one's true double...barefoot she was...and she laid there in her sanctuary, not to be disturbed. The enchanter...she was never to be disturbed.
Ever.
For one might fear...an awakening.
How to awaken the sleeping ones, it was not known, not a single soul on the planet knew how to destroy their slumber. There were a few...a few that at least knows their existance. That which includes her beloved friend, one she considers a sister in soul. Her name was Taryuu. A normal human would have expired with age by now, skin decomposed, and a skeleton left in a box under the dirt. Taryuu, she was human, but she was not human.. Enchanter adored her as a friend, sister, while growing up. When she realized that Taryuu would die before her, WAY before her, she placed a spell. She was to live. As long as she herself lived. Taryuu will never die. Not as long as she was alive. Taryuu hid underneath the destructive current of the ocean...and checked up on the ruin, keeping any naive humans away from them.
She herself...wasn't human anymore.
Humans die from age. She does not. Humans, they cannot breathe underwater, much less live under it. She can. So is she really human anymore? Or is she just a lost mermaid, swimming endlessly in the water waiting for her friend to wake up....the only question left is...Is she the only one waiting?
Was there another? Another who awaits her return? Not many would want a return..
Fear the Awakened...
And the shifter, she too had one waiting for her. He was known as Sir Zachary, lord of the Maison De Demain Matin et Soir. The shifter, one who does not like the name, calls him Zachary, ignoring the formalities, Zachary sounding just fine. Zachary was a man of short tempers, sarcasm, and cynicism. Even through all this, she found him attracting, if not more so. It would also help to know he too was a shifter. The same as her? Not really known. She was dead right before he transformed into his...being. He was her own friend, whether it was love, or whether it was just the fact both were much alike, she never left his side, and resided in Maison De Demain Matin et Soir, sharing rights to the house.
Until she fell to slumber.
Zachary felt as if he was shot, a worthy friend lost. He placed her in the dark and secluded forest, about 40-50 yards away from the house. And that was where she is sleeping now. Few can enter, one of small frame, such as himself. No one dares enter whether they could fit or not...
He would always watch. Always. But was there another who awaited? Another...?
The Slumber WILL die...
So the two slept...miles apart...but their minds...all they could hear was the laughter of the other..Insanity from one...Evil from the other...with a bit of each other. A thousand years, a kilo, a millenium. Nothing stopping the laughter from their minds. Do they welcome or do they despise? The haunting cackles, possible to drive any sane man to the limits. It never stopped, each taunting the other, as if siblings, filling the minds with ongoing din. But..did they truly care...?
Hell no.
They just wanted to wake up.
Interval 2- Awaken, my Enchantress.
Dark...
It was dark. All you could see was the crescent moon slowly fading behind shadowing clouds. There was no noise. The only noise that could be heard was the clopping of hooves from a horse and the creaking of wheels turning. A stagecoach. The outside coating was hard to tell in the dark, yet you could see that the coach had a gleem in the paint, and was handcrafted with care and experience.
Sitting in silence, a young miss was accompanied by a woman with a child inside of the coach. The old woman was not a pleasant sight to look at. She was someone who looked like they were going to bite your head off if you said a word to them. Her face had an upturned nose, thin pale lips, skin that was very clammy, and cheek bones so high , it looked as if she was puckering up her lips and cheeks sucked in. Yet even with such bitter looks, her child was like a replica of a porcelain doll. The little girl looked no more than four, her skin was a very very light tan, natural. She had big silver grey eyes that seemed to have red flecks in them, with long black eyelashes. Her rosy cheeks matched her rosy lips, and her hair was a light blonde, maybe even platinum. Her doll features did not match what she was wearing. A dark black dress under a black overcoat, both of a cheap fabric.
The young lady riding with them was a strange sort of beauty. Her long hair was down to her waists, ebony locks straight as a pin. She was reading a novel, "Requiem of the Ressurrection," author unknown, wearing a pair of reading glasses, even though it didn't look like she needed them. Under those spectacles was light skin, slightly tanned, and weird colored eyes. Both different colors. Her outfit was the color of cyan and texture would remind one of silk. Her arms were bare under a silver translucent material. She had no shoes. She looked up from the book once and noticed the child staring at her with big eyes. She smiled at the young one, and closed her book, leaving her bookmark. "Well, hello, little one. My I ask the reason you look at me?"
"I would care you not talk to my child."
The lady sorta gave a cold stare at the haggly mother and looked back to the child. " One must never interupt another's conversation, yes?" She said to the child completely ignoring the woman's obvious fumings. "You have a name, little one?"
The girl's head went down but the eyes looked back toward her, wondering if she dares disobey her mother. She decided to do so. "I'm Yverenne. You look like a storybook princess..." the child whispered.
The mother had turned into a hissing monster at this moment, as she nearly jumped out of her seat. "You are NOT to associate yourself with a demon woman, child!" With that she slapped the young one and turned toward the other lady with them. "Children are filled with ignorance and naivete, and I will NOT let a barbaric...barbaric...WITCH turn my child into one of your cult members."
At this point, the young miss was ready to hiss back. She was not barbaric, or a witch in that sense, and her eyes were gleaming with fury. The child was holding back the tears from the slap, and the mother was obviously a hot-tempered woman. This will get one nowhere. The mother was not done lashing out.
"I know your type. I recognize it. You have the elegence air around you, and your eye colors are not the same. Trust me, I may not have the schooling a child has today, but I sure as god's name have my wit."
The lady smirked at such a comment. "Do you really think you know? It's very obvious your education is lacking, but you say you have wit? You? I would say you better back up and check yourself on that. Lying is bad in front of children. I am not human, you are right on that, but how DARE you call me a witch...those scraggly sack of dried corspe skin and bones, with pimples all over their beaky noses, and with several teeth missing. I do not cackle with a shrill voice, and I do not carry myself around a broom. I am NOT A WITCH. I am an enchanter, a sorceress, whatever 'demonic' word you prefer. I do not talk to you, you interupt my conversation with the child and that is barely on my toleration scale, so if you wish to be able to breathe through what you can now, you should be wise to keep your mouth SHUT."
This completely hushed the woman, and shamed her, but the child thought it all too funny. "What is your name, miss?" She couldn't keep the giggles to herself, which will more than likely regret her later, but she couldn't keep it to herself, or may souls let her insanity bubble in. The young woman looked back to Yverenne and smiled. "My name is-"
Before she could give out the name, the carriage came to a complete halt. The driver opened the door and dragged the lady forcefully out of the cart. Several men, a mob of some sorts, was in front of the carriage, blocking the road. It had started to rain heavily, pouring nonstop, the ground was covered in water, drops of rain creating round circles. The ongoing sound of thunder mixed with the shoutings and clammorings of the mob was deafening. She tried to resist the driver's pull, but only to end up in the muddy water.
The old woman had a look as if to say she had won, but the child was watching with emotional anger, more than a normal child could have. The lady picked herself up, now soaked in muck and dirt. Her eyes just looked coldly at the mob, and then she grinned. It was no normal grin, it wasn't one of anger, but..
A grin of insanity.
She started laughing maniacally and looked toward all of them with that smirk...everyone was staring with their mouth gaped all except one...Yverenne was smiling widely, as if she was laughing at all of them. The lady stopped laughing and started to speak with that same insane grin. "One must never interupt another's conversation, yes?"
The people didn't know what to say. Yverenne replied, "Yes, one shouldn't."
The lady gave a few chuckles and turned to the people, "I do not talk to you, you interupt my conversation with the child and that is barely on my toleration scale..."
She then placed her left hand in the air, the rain still falling endlessly, and seemed to pick a large raindrop in between her thumb and middle finger. The size was that of a small blackberry...ironically enough, it turned into a black color....and she squeezed the drop til it splattered against the rest of the rain. Now it started to wash away, and everyone else just thought she was just playing mind games on them.
"My name is Celen, Yverenne." Slowly she turned her head to the mother and cracked a crazy grin..."Your daughter reminds me of my friend...you better watch it, or your child may be a shifter soon enough. My friend could take her in also even though she and her Zachary hate children enough. I mean...the little one does have an interesting look to her, no?"
The rain...it started turning black. Everyone started panicking. The mother turned to her child and nearly screamed her lungs out of her mouth. Yverenne had the same insane look as Celen. Celen looked over to Yverenne and had one last smirk, "Yesss, the double may be interest in your soul."
"You're like a storybook princess..."
~..~..~
"So are they dead?"
"Yes sir."
"Good...good."
"The blonde haired one we shipped off to the cremators, but somebody insisted on taking the black haired one, she said that girl was her sister..so out of respect for the dead, I gave her body to her."
"You WHAT??!!?!"
"I said I--"
"You naive fool! She has no family! That girl should never be respected, death or not. I will spit on her grave and engulf it in flame and acid before respecting her..."
"...s-sir, I'm..I'm sorry.."
"A mere youth such as yourself would not have understood...I am to be blamed for putting the care of burning the damned ladies in your hands...I shouldn't have sent them to the cremators either..why was I so careless..."
"...sir...what do we do now?"
"...we live til we finalize their death.."
September 6...
She was still there. Her eyes were still shut, and she was still on that marble slab. It's been a few months since Taryuu had checked up on her. She was walking toward the direction of the ruins, drying off the salt water on her body on the way there. The frequent checking of her sister was not as frequent as it was. She didn't find any reason to. No one could find her, and she wouldn't wake up anyway. The only time she had stirred was about 500 years ago...Taryuu was nearly slapped herself in the face back then from pure shock. She was just waiting intensely for her to wake up, but it never happened. She never woke up.
Taryuu could now see the resting place of her sister from a far distance. The ruins themselves are hard to miss, but it was difficult to get near the location, mountains surrounding the area. It was a city when the black haired girl was first laid to rest there, in a small sanctuary right in the middle. Two years later, the region was completely annihilated. Now all that was left was a mile of dreary debris. Except the sanctuary. It stood tall and proud, and was the only thing left in perfect condition.
It wasn't even decayed.
Even today, it was standing without a scratch.
Taryuu finally found way to the shrine and looked inside. She had to fall against the wall or she would have hit the floor at that moment. The girl had fallen off the slab, writhing on the floor. The look on her face seemed to have no expression, like a porcelain doll. Empty and no feeling. But that isn't what made Taryuu so shaken...
Her eyes were open...
One eye was a silver, the other a bright purple...
Her eyes were open...
Taryuu tried to walk towards her friend, but something caught the side of her eye. There was someone else...a man was sitting against a wall with a smirk. His looks were that of a young adult, maybe 21-22. The crimson eyes of his, dark yet luminous, seemed to flicker laughter. His outfit was a white shirt over black leather pants, tied around with three navy blue belts with white gold buckles. His leather black trench coat fell to his feet, and instead of having buttons, he had wires which he tied through a hole to keep the jacket together. As he pulled back a lock of his short and spiked platinum hair from his eye, he sneered as it ended up going back to place. "Strange how it gets harder to put one's hair behind your ear the more corrupted you are, don't you agree?"
"...were you the one awakened her?" she asked coldly, her eyes glaring at the man.
"Tsk tsk, you can't talk to strangers."
"Excluding your known family, everyone's a stranger when you first meet them. So what makes you so special?"
He stood up and looked toward her with cold eyes with a grin. "Do not try to insult me. You know well what I want, I want her to die." He pointed to the girl writhing on the ground.
"It's impossible!!! No one knows the secret of awakening, so how the hell do you know?" she said with anger rising in each word.
"Who said I was trying to awaken?" He said with a chuckle. "Aren't you a smart one trying to figure it out? I know not of the spell of waking but I do know the spell of ongoing nightmares, pain and murder in each moment of her life. Either she wakes up, or her mind turns to bread, either way, I'll be a happy man, yes?"
"Damn you..."
"Let one mind wander and this is what you get."
"Shut up. You're not the one suffering from nightmares."
"Well who said you had to stay asleep forever?"
"You remember? Blahdeblah, sleep forever spell, blahdeblah?"
"Moron, the only people who know the anti spell is us, dimwit."
"...oh yeah. Well then why didn't you say the spell, dammit?!"
"...Cuz, I dunno."
"Did you know in this little mind world, there's like a door behind you?"
"Really? Damn, it would have been easier if I knew that about 1000 years ago, ya know."
"Oh well."
"I shall see you!"
"Same here!"
"One..."
"Two..."
"Three..." Celen grinned while sitting up. Taryuu nearly fell over unconscious and the strange man ended up staring. "I am sorry, but I must depart. I have to wake up someone before she attacks me with several painful weapons...Byebye."
She laughed and disappeared in a cloud of dust.
Wake up soon, double. There's a world to kill.
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Interval 3- Wake up to me, My Only..
*chuckle*
The room was only lit with a candle on top of a desk made of cherry wood. Nothing else was on the desk, and nothing else was in the room. It was not earlier than midnight, none later than sunrise. Not a sound could be heard in that stone brick room, not even the raindrops splashing against the roof, there wasn't to be any type of din in this room. That was the only purpose of this room. To be absolutely silent and cold. No one was in this room.
Cept Zachary in a chair.
Little driplets of water fell from the tips of his firey red hair, dripping onto the floor making very faint patters on the stone floor, no carpet to cover. His whole body was wet from walking outside in the rain. At the moment, he wore nothing more than a pair of baggy pants, his feet on the desk while he stared out the lone window that stood on the west side of the room. His head was tilted to the left, looking toward the raining outsides. There was no real reason to be standing outside in the rain...it was just an impulse sort of thing. He doesn't really care for rain neither, but he could stand for it.
While he was out there, he remembered how the women would swoon over him as he would stand out there so many years ago...so many years indeed...how ladies would throw themselves at his feet, but he didn't notice them at all. He just sorta grinned at their stupid wants, and left them there to weep. Maybe he would have glanced toward them a long time ago...but now...his heart has been taken, no matter how cliche that sounds, ...
By a shifter.
Back to the thinking room, Zachary was of course..thinking. Thinking about how that rain brought back memories of first appearences for both of them. How they first found the path to each other...over a thousand years ago. He covered the window with his curtain and thought of the meeting...
He had just annihalated a building. He had miscaculated the blast radius and got caught barely. Even though he was just a few inches off, he had torn his right ankle and cursed himself for being so careless. At the moment, he was limping down an alley, avoiding police enforcement. "Dammit all...They will NOT catch me. Not this damn easily." He thought in his head, as he continued down the alleyway, his ankle was trickling blood behind him. This went on all night...trying to avoid the law as fast as he can.
He could hear them. He trudged as fast as he can, filled with panic, he did not want to go down so fucking easily!!!! He refuse!! But the gods of hatred were lookin at him dead on. Dead end of the alley. "Damn it all!! This shouldn't happen! What kind of shitty cliche is this?!" He muttered under his breath and realized...this is how he was going to lose. He leaned his head back against the wall of dead end, and looked toward the sky, with a smirk. "So this is my fate, what a tragic way to die. Being beaten down by police because I can't run away with this damn ankle. And fighting back is no good because I left my gun, it was expected of me to die if I left one mistake.." He sighed as he could hear the police right around the corner...and then he saw...
Above him. Wings...red eyes. She swooped down and shot the police down.
There was no other one for him but her, he made that decision then.
He limped toward the girl and his green eyes met her red. Silence was surrounding as her wings disappeared back to where they came from. He couldn't say a word, and it didn't look like that girl was going to say a word either. He opened his mouth to utter something when someone fell from the sky and landed ontop of several trash cans, thankfully empty. Both of them raised an eyebrow to this and walked over to the trash cans, well one trudged over there. The girl grinned as she dusted herself off and tilted her head to zachary. "I'm Celen, I think my double has a taking to you, yes? You could become immortal, do you care to try?"
Zachary ddin't know what to say. He looked over to the red eyed girl and grinned. "Zachary...that's my name."
The red eyed girl just looked at him and grinned. "Zachary..."
His thoughts were interuppted. A woman, maybe 27, a maid, barged through the door, forgetting to knock. She seems to be shaken up from something, but Zachary didn't notice. He was quite annoyed at sudden interuption. He looked toward the woman and saw it was Metennel, his maid.. "Lord Zachary, excuse me sir, but have you checked outside? It's...it's..."
"Metennel, No der, it's raining." Zachary sighed in exasperation. He really hated conversing with anyone these days, and with the interuption, it didn't help at all.
"But sir, y-you...would be deeply interested...I know you would...it's..."
"Ok, Mett, I'll look outside. You act as if the rain turned the color--" He removed the curtains from his window and stared at what he saw..."..."
"...sir?"
"Black...."
The ground was covered in black puddles, the grass were stained with the shadow color. His green eyes just stared as if he was daydreaming. It was...It was...
It was raining...
The rain...was black.
Not the sky, but the actual drops were black.
Just like his heart...
Both of them seemed to have disappeared. Celen and...He was running aside a cliff, trailing a truck labeled with the words, "Mourning Cremators." After a good 25 miles of running, the truck came to a halt. The black rain would not stop pouring and instead of decreasing, it rained harder and harder as if the drops could break the glass window of the truck, so out of caution, the truck came to a halt.
Zachary "climbed" up a cliff, and looked down below in shadows, watching the driver slowly move out of his truck. He had her. A dirty scraggly man had HIS only. His eyes were boiling with rage as he said cursed words under his breath..as he normally did on a daily basis. He had no idea where his red eyed girl's double was. He could probably care less. And indeed, he couldn't care less. While he was thinking of all this, he set up his snifer rifle..."Well, we'll see who's going to burn who soon enough..." He took aim...
The black rain didn't stop. He was carrying the "dead" girl in his arms toward his sanctum. After the assassination of the driver, a group of people started chasing him down. They chased him down the city streets. He was growing tired as the extra weight was getting to him. When the fatigue started setting in, he realized that he was running. "Why the hell am I running again? Hell, I'm not a kid." He kicked a person off a yellow moped, and kicked it a certain way to where it would start. With a vroom, it zoomed off, trailing dust behind it.
The others coughed from inhaling the dust, but before they knew it, zachary was riding back towards them. He had a sneer on his face as he aimed the moped in their direction, going at top speed. "You want to mess with her? You want to mess with my red eyes? You're obviously mad...." He said in their direction, and as the men jumped out of the way, each one saw it. Each one saw what he was showing to him.
He was giving all of them a middle finger as he drove by.
After an hour of driving, he finally reached the Maison De Demain Matin et Soir, and stopped the vehicle, and slowly walked toward the forest. He and his lady would hang out there just because. It was serene and quiet, a place where one could just fall asleep forever...Ironic how things happen.
He had just laid her down on the grass, and wondered...how long it would take for her to wake up. If she would wake up at all. He could hear cars approaching his home. No one should dare enter someone's living quarters unless asked to. He could see them right from where he sat, the trees hanging above him. He realized that the rain had stopped falling on him, and he assumed it had completely stopped. Then he realized that the trees were so thick, rain couldn't even fall in the haven. He looked outside and saw the mob heading toward him, them spotting him by now.
And then the black rain changed. It had changed into...a strange green started to fall onto the other humans. It didn't seem any strange until he could hear them scream in agony. He looked closer and noticed the rain was starting to eat away their flesh. He saw them all running towards their cars, and noticed the metal was starting to disappear along with the tires fromt he rain. "Acid..." He thought in his head, and as he saw them try to scramble away with their screams...he just started laughing. The two of them, his girl and her double were so in tune....
He left her there...with fazed eyes...
He had grabbed his trenchcoat and ran towards the haven putting it on. If the rain was back, that means...
As soon as he got there, he caught his breath...and fell in disappointment. She hadn't move from the spot. She hadn't move at all. She was still dead in the world's eyes...He had so much hope in his heart, but when he noticed she hadn't move, his face had turned into one to which someone could just cry over. He sighed and sat down next to her. He was so sure this time...he was just so sure that the awakening had happened...but...it seems...it was not to be so...
"Katana...", he whispered, picking up her right hand and placed it against his face..."Awaken, my only...my only..."
A few minutes went by...and that's when he saw it. He placed the right hand down...the other hand, the left hand. He had not touched her body since she was first placed to rest. Nothing ever came by to disturb her or move her in anyway. The wind was never strong enough to move her body in anyway... and her hand was always faced down. So why the hell was it face up? He looked her over and couldn't figure out. But then he heard something....
He heard a snicker.
He stared for a good minute, not believing what he just heard, and his eyes glowed a crimson red. "You bitch....You fucking damn bitch!"
She opened one of her blood red eyes and made a sneer. She saw Zachary starting to fume, and sat up, tackling him, and patted his head... "Katana, katana, katana, oh my love, how I am hopeless and love to rant about how I want you to awaken and other shit like that."
He still couldn't get hold of reality at the moment. She was hear mimicking him. It took him a while to take this in mind but...she was alive. Even through the mimics, Zachary was grinning so widely. His smile couldn't be more happier. She was frickin awake. After so long, after so much turmoil through the time, she had awaken. Who would have known...that this day was the day to end. She stood up and grinned. He just sat there looking up at her. "And you couldn't at least tell me you were awake, huh? You had to keep me thinking that you were dead." He said with a glare in his eyes. "At least this wasn't public."
"Perhaps."
"Perhaps...?"
"She DID get it all on tape ya know...."
"Wha--? No..."
Celen fell out of a tree with a camera, laughing. She walked over to Katana, both looked at each other, then to Zachary, and proceeded into pointing and laughing at him. Zachary shot them both an evil look, and stood up. Celen jumped up in the air, with a last laugh, and disappeared away, while Katana just walked back to Zachary. He sighed, and smiled, giving her a piggy back ride out of the haven...leaving it empty..
Empty...
for the first time in ages...it was empty..
And he was never so happy.
As soon as he left the forest, someone was standing in front of them. He stared at them. "I knew it, the two of the past were still alive!!!! I knew it!!! I'm going to get the news and report you all! You can't escape the cops! That blacked haired one already killed most of my town!!!"
Zachary stared at him. You should never go to someone's house without being invited...he looked toward Katana, and they both nodded while he let katana off. Katana slowly walked up to that man with a grin. "You were not invited, you have no business here."
"I make it my business, I'm a worldwide reporter!! You two should die!! You two and that other girl with the black hair!!! You could care less about the world!!! You would love to see it die!!"
"Heh...News." She smirked and looked toward Zachary, and then back at the man. "Look, I just woke up from a millenia of sleep and my hair's really floofed now. I am deeply angered of your sudden abruptness in my face. Sure I'll let you 'KILL' me but I only got one thing to say..."
The silence was deafening as saber walked up as close to the man as one can. The man could hardly keep breathing from such closeness. She then proceeded in showing him the middle finger.
"Watch the birdie."
With that she jabbed her middle finger into the right eye of the man, causing him to scream while blood covered her middle finger. The blood trickled down to the grass. She kept her finger in his eye socket, and drew out a pistol. She noticed Celen was recording the whole thing from above. She looked back at the man and grinned widely, with her fangs showing...
"Guess which two is baaaaack..." Celen sneered as she continued recording the whole thing.
"And is going to cause helllllll...." Katana said with a smirk as she placed her finger on the trigger.
The rain was black..
The two were awakened..
Gaia will suffer. Earth will cry.
They are awake and alive....and they are restless from the millenial slumber.
And young Zachary...Zachary's eyes weren't fazed anymore. In fact..
They were screaming mad fits of laughter.
Interval 4- The Miss...
Taryuu looked up at the rundown building she was standing in front of, and swung past through the entrance. She was entering a school, dirtied and mud-caked, a pungent odor filled through the hallways of rotting fish and moldy toadstools. The walls were crumbling to the cracked tiles on the floor, and the occasional plaster of the ceiling would break off and hit the unsuspecting person unlucky enough to be walking under it at that time. This was the only school in Verido City.
The closest place to the Celena Sanctuary.
Earlier that day, Taryuu had recieved a call from a random person whom she has never heard of...
"Hello...?"
"Is this Taryuu?"
"...Yes. Who is this?"
"I know where the person you are looking for located..."
"....Where?"
"Explanation is not needed. Not here on the phone."
"...So where are they then? And do you know if they're...awakened?"
"Verido City. I will be there. Ask for the Miss....They will know who you are speaking of..*click*"
...Taryuu placed the phone down, and stared at it for that moment. She mumbled to herself, "The miss, huh?...Well, I guess I'll have to pay a little visit then..."
So that is how she ended up where she is now. She stood in the middle of the empty hallway, realizing she never got a specific time from this "The Miss" person. Maybe she came too early? Too late? That was when the idea of time got to her. She started thinking about how time cannot be controlled. When making an appointment, you know the time you must be there, but that does not necessarily mean you will be at that time. That second of time will always be there....but it does not wait for anyone.
A little child scurrying along, papers flying from her arms, caught her attention. She walked over to the child, thinking perhaps the little one knew of this Miss..."Excuse me, umm, excuse me, can you help me?"
The child gave a quick startle gasp, and dropped all the papers onto the ground. He stared for a few moments, unable to speak, and then bent down to pick up his papers. With a meager voice, he quietly spoke, "I dunno...I'm not good helping people." He was obviously a shy one, and from the scars down his arms, one can assume that the child was frequently beaten. He was pale, yet so was most people of this era. His skin was just as dirty as the floors though, and he had locks of a real dark blonde, yet with black highlights. He wore nothing more than rags, and his shoes just looked like bags of leather tied with one piece of string. He wasn't like Verido. Verido was not a beautiful city in any way yet the child had beautiful black eyes...
"I'm sure you can help me, little one...umm...your name?"
"...Jenoh..."
"Jenoh, thank you. I'm Taryuu by the way...I was wondering if perhaps you knew the Miss..."
The child looked like he was going to have a heart attack from the way he let the papers fall again to the floor. He started trembling, and took a few steps back, whimpering in a strange type of fear. "...T-t-the muh-Miss...s-sh--she is..." His bony, small finger shakingly pointed to a door right at the very end of the hallway they were standing in, and after he stared at Taryuu for a couple of moments, he ran off, leaving his papers behind. Such a display gave much caution to her now...Just the sound of the name sent Jenoh rushing off in fright, and this gave her the chills. She picked up Jenoh's papers littering the floor, and with curiousity taking over, flipped through them to see what children were learning. She placed a hand over her mouth out of shock, and kept them close as she headed toward the door of the miss...
She kicked the door open, leaving all caution behind, and yelled out, "Where is this miss?!"
The room was completely black. The floors, the rug, the desk, and the chair...It was all black. There was no other color in this room. There wasn't even a window. Taryuu didn't enter the room yet she stood in the doorway, wondering what the hell was going on...This disturbed her. When you think of people in a school, you think of a nice calming color such as white or blue being on the walls. Not black. The backside of the chair was facing her, rocking back and forth...back and forth. Taryuu didn't like the feeling she was getting from this place. Taryuu had that ability in her, ever since she was a little one, always able to tell when something was wrong. She felt it strong here...She swallowed once, and with a much lower voice, she asked, "Is this where I can find the Miss?"
The chair kept rocking back and forth...back and forth...creaking and creaking incessantly. A normal man could be driven to the mind of the lost, the mind of the insane, unrelenting contentment to such a world, unable to retrieve what is lost...or more so, what is found when one is driven so far...The brink of humanity, realism, and realization of what is surrounding you, clouded by a mist of uncertainty...Taryuu just couldn't move. She could feel herself releasing drops of sweat from her forehead..."What are you...?"
The creaking finally came to a standstill. It swiveled around and revealed "the Miss." Taryuu gasped for a second at actually how beautiful this one was. She was expecting a hag or something of those sorts. The woman had light skin, yet looking tan, a strange site to see in Verido. Her eyes were silver, speckled with crimson red dots, and eyelashes thick and curled. Her lips were smiling red, matching her cheeks, and the ruby earrings in her ears. Her hair was short, straight down to her chin, and a very light blonde, a platinum blonde. Her outfit was a simple black dress, and a black overcoat made of a soft material. She was smiling over to Taryuu, and extended her hand, "Hello, I'm the Miss."
Taryuu could only bite her bottom lip and whisper, "Are you...Katana?" The features were near identical...Could they have really awakened?..
The other blinked a few moments and shook her head, "Noo..." She grinned wide, her eyes flickering a sign to Taryuu. Taryuu realized she was one stuck on the borderline of the insane and the genius..Again in her mind, Taryuu whispered to herself, What the hell are you...?
"Who the hell am I?" She smiled once more, scaring Taryuu out of her mind...The Miss read her mind...She read her mind...
"Why, I'm the Miss. Miss Yverrenne."
Taryuu's mind went blank. Yverrenne.....Celen had talked about a little girl with the same name. The girl was different, that was what Celen had said. She realized she was afraid. Why does my heart feel like it's being squeezed of the blood it contains? Something about her......I suppose this is why Jenoh was so afraid. How could Celen stand to be near this human? Well, Celen was right.....she isn't normal...
"No, I am not the same as the rest. It does not matter. You know that I can read others minds now, can you not? But the thing is...I can't read them whenever I feel like. I can only read those who are afraid. Those who linger in fear. Isn't that an interesting fact?"
Taryuu couldn't take it anymore. "STOP IT! You call me here just to tell me nonsense that I do not need to know! I come here for one reason, and you WILL tell me. Where are they...?"
Yverrenne chuckled to herself and stood up from her seat, walked around her desk, and towards the door. She exited the room, leaving Taryuu to stand alone, baffled. "Hey! Don't leave me behind! I'm telling you to tell me where they are now!"
The blonde haired woman slowly turned her head toward the other, and muttered with hatred seeping through each word, "I don't care for THEY. " These words only left Taryuu more confused and annoyed. "You don't care for them? Then why did you bring me here? I thought you were going to tell me where they are?!"
"NO!" Yverrene shouted with fury. "I want to find ONE person. The other could rot in the ninth hell for all I damn care...." She stopped in mid hallway as her fist tightened into a grip so hard, blood slowly seeped through the hands. "Katana....heh.....She'd enjoy living in Hell...." Her grin was sinister as her eyes turned toward the fear-strickened Taryuu. "Well, she'll be filled with enjoyment. With you, I can finally find Celen...But Katana....Katana....." She sighed and continued her way toward the entrance.
She was about to refuse until she looked behind her. Several young children peeked through the doors, and even a few teachers. They looked like they were about to scream with joy. Could one person cause this much fear to so many? She turned toward Yverrenne, "Fine, I'll help you find them. What do I have to do?"
END CH 4
A/n: I didn't like CH4. At all. Bleh. I'll end up rewriting the whole thing. Watch me. This is probably my worst chapter. v.v;; But chapter 5 will be a bit more fun. You'll see.
Interval 5 -
The fire crackled. Katana was sitting next to Zachary, watching as the flames danced around in the fireplace. They haven't done anything in particular since she and her double had awakened. She was just taking her time to appreciate being with Zachary once again. The sleep was pure torture in that sense. She loved Zachary, and it annoyed her being able to tell whenever he was near her while she was asleep. Her eyes glowed from the light of the fire.
Celen came into the room, holding a glass of white merlot in one hand and a glass of water in the other. She stood at the doorway seeing Katana relaxing peacefully with Zachary. She tilted her head a bit as she walked toward the two. "Now is Zachary more important than your daily intake of your stuff?" She asked as she handed Katana the glass.
Katana took a sip, and raised an eyebrow toward Celen, "Now you should know that answer."
Celen smirked and whispered to Zachary, "If she does end up picking wine over you, you can always have meeee..."
Katana stared at Celen and clinged to her loved one, "Nyyyyuuuuuuuuuuu......! Mine."
Zachary looked like he couldn't breathe. Celen drank her water, and smiled. "I know, I know. I'm not evil like that which you should know." She was about to ask them something when she heard the doorbell ring. "Hey, Zachary....doorbell?"
Katana released Zachary from her grasp, and looked toward both of them. Zachary looked threatening. Both Celen and Katana knew why. Very few knew where Zachary lived, and he keeps the doorbell hidden. Only the two girls knew where it was plus Zachary himself. The doorbell kept ringing. And ringing. Katana kept her silence as Celen looked toward Zach, "I'd say you should answer it. Because you know that whoever is ringing it knows you." She looked back toward the entranceway. "And if he or she knows where the doorbell is...they must know every entrance to the house...EVERY entrance."
Zach's eyes went wide as he looked toward Celen then Katana. "Do you think.....EVERY entrance....?" Katana sat there with a contemplative look and looked back toward him. She nodded. The doorbell was a secret to the house, and a big one at that. So...it wouldn't surprise her if they knew...that entrance. Zachary stood up and walked toward the door, and Katana followed closely behind. Celen stayed in the room with the fire.
She suddenly heard angry shouts from Katana, and the words of Zachary trying to calm her down. What the heck is going on? She was a bit puzzled....until she realized who was at the door. She scrambled to her feet, nearly tripping on every other object in her way....Katana would kill her....
"Yverrenne...." Celen whispered as she rushed toward the entrance. "What the friggin hell are you trying to do....you're entering the house of death without an invite..."
To be Cont.
-=Celi
