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| Defiant | Sep 25 2005, 08:17 PM Post #1 |
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(( erm... sketchiness >_< )) “He’s not a crutch.” Her words were pungent and flat as a board signaling that she was true to her position as her quick retort cut him short mid sentence. Alex had never felt so strongly about something, but in the passing days she had formed a few opinions, possibly too late to do her much good, but hers nonetheless. Looking back at the man at her bedside now, she frowned slightly. Even he couldn’t sway her stubborn mind, much as he had tried. Looking back up to the ceiling, she closed her eyes, covering her mouth as she coughed for possibly the thousandth time that day. This was really starting to get old. “Excuse me?” That was the strangest thing he had ever heard. The man’s face was doubtful, a confused expression dancing over his features as he looked at the girl before him. A girl, which for the past few days had done nothing in the way of asking for redemption and now was confusing him more than ever in her words and amazing him with things he’d never thought of. He had to admit that her perseverance was admirable. Spirits were often stronger than the body they were housed in anyway, and this one was no exception. If only he had met Alex when she was in full health, he was sure she was a little hellion at times all her own. “God, …he’s not a crutch. He’s not some failsafe for everyone to rely on in their last moments. If I wanted to ask forgiveness for my sins then I would have done so when it was less convenient. He’s not a get out of jail free card I can just pull from the deck and use at a whim.” As always, yellow eyes were on him again as she spoke, stern and cold. The statement applied to more than one man, but she’d remain on topic as long as possible. Alex truly couldn’t afford the luxury of emotion any longer, she only had but so much energy. Her voice threatened to break from exhaustion and she expressed it anyway, letting him know fully well where she stood on the issue. In her mind, it was a perfect argument. She wouldn’t fall to such lows, her pride demanded that she be the exception and stay true to herself. “I see, so you don’t fear eternal damnation?” His head tilted slightly at the question. Never had he met someone so headstrong in their ways. With the simple logic, she presented to back her decisions he had little room to argue, and his only attempts now were to understand. Even still, that was a feat in itself. Alex was quite the compromising character to deal with, let alone understand. A self-knowing smile was ever present on his face, looking to Alex as if she were some marvel to be stored behind a protective glass case. “Any punishment bestowed upon me would be graciously accepted as retribution for my sins. I’m not afraid.” The gaze never faltered from the blond haired girl. She’d spent hours pondering over this very topic, only to find her answers in a dream. Though it wasn’t so much of a dream as it seemed more a vision. Somehow, Alex knew she’d find a way to make-up for all the wrongs she had brought in to this world. Even if it was from beyond the grave, she set things right one day. Her forgiveness would come with her good deeds, not before. “Then why do I sense doubt? Why do you tremble?” He gestured to the way he body shook. Though weak, Alex’s drive remained strong, and though she could have attributed her quivers to the illness, she never made note to do so. He knew just as well as she did that her inner demons took their toll on her. Multiple times, she had been on the verge of hysterics, but always seemed to pull herself together without incident. “Because I know there are others out there, more desperate than I, that deserve a much better fate then what they were dealt and there’s nothing I can do to help them.” Finally, she broke eye contact, and the sound of her voice wavering just the slightest. Dropping a decimal from it’s prior strength. Once again, she thought of others before herself. If only she hadn’t been so weak. She could have done something for those closest to her. Anything to make there lives that much easier. No use thinking of it now, but still it plagued her to know she could have done more. “I see child. It’s a very notable attribute in you. So you will not ask for forgiveness?” His voice was more sympathetic this time. What a little saint this one had turned out to be. Gripping his bible a bit tighter, he had to wonder. Why was it that people like her always had to suffer silently? Behind his eyes his mind knew very well the things only a select few. There was too much at stake to let his façade slip right now. If Alex caught a glimpse she would exploit this weakness to no end, he knew that much. “No, my sins were committed freely of my own will, if anything, I ask…” Her voice dropped a decibel more. It wasn’t often she would let someone see her so broken, let alone a stranger. What was there to lose though? Her time was growing short and already she knew her card had been pulled. “Yes?” His eyebrow rose almost defiantly. Perhaps he had finally gotten through to her, but then that would also have meant she had broken. The thought neither angered nor pleased the man, he was a neutral party in her affairs after all. “I ask he spare those who know no better. I ask he find it in his good graces to grant them a better suited after life, if not a chance at a better life all together.” She seemed hopeful and sincere in her request. A smile found its way to his lips as she looked at her again. This time he saw more in her then most would have given time for. “I understand. You know child, I originally judged you as being arrogant, too full of pride to understand but I was wrong. These past few days of speaking with you have shown me not only the goodness in your heart, but purity of your soul. Unfortunately, this world is much too cruel for something so precious. You are selfless as you are stubborn, and let’s just hope there are those out there that would ask the same things for you.” Lifting from his seat Mayes bid the girl a farewell, leaving his words to hang in the air around her. He hadn’t planned for things to go this way but nothing was written in stone, as the woman he was getting ready to meet with would tell him and had told him hundreds of times before. As he left Alex kept a careful watch on him while taking his words in to consideration and with the bleakness of her very existence dangling in the balance she smiled, one last time. |
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| Defiant | Sep 29 2005, 08:39 PM Post #2 |
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Mayes left quickly, as he always did. Exiting out the door, he shut it behind himself the slight clicking of the lock echoing softly around the dim-lit corridor. Gripping at the collar of his shirt, he tugged it harshly undoing several of the button in the process. Things weren’t going quite like he wanted. For one he hadn’t learned any new information on the subject, and worse yet, she reminded him of someone, someone he would have rather not thought of, and so he did as he had done so countless times before in the past months, he pushed the memory aside. Making his way not ten feet over he gripped on to the door knob and slowly turned it entering the room that conjoined to the one Alex was currently in. Inside it was dark. The wall to his right was the main point of interest. Standing in front of it anyone could see clearly in to the girl’s room, but to anyone in her room, it was just a normal wall. Running along the back sat several monitors, each reading off different statistics of the girl in the opposite room. It was a common thing for a room meant for strictly observation, the only thing that seemed to be missing were people. Quirking an eyebrow Mayes glanced around slowly with a skeptical look in his eyes. Where was everyone? “I sent them all out for a break.” Turning around sharply he barely caught sight of the woman as she moved from the shadows. Had she not spoken he would of never noticed her. Mayes: “How many times have I asked you not to do that?” Simbul: “More times than I care to remember.” Mayes: “Yet you don’t listen.” Simbul: “Have I ever?” Even though his well-trained eyes were adjusted to the darkness, he could barely make out her features. The woman before him was more like a girl than anything yet her true age was undetermined, but she acted wiser than most people that had already passed on to the next plane.. Shrouded in the shadows of the room and her own black hair and clothing, it was the perfect camouflage. As Mayes broke the trance, she held him in his attentions turned back to the subject, Alex. Instinctively he walked up closer to the transparent panel and place a hand against it watching as her body jerked with force of her coughs. Sleep had found her that fast and yet it allowed her not true rest. After so many years in Geonix he would have liked to of thought himself hardened, and unconcerned about the trivial well-being of others, but that aspect never came in to play. Looking from him to the girl Simbul furrowed her eyebrows as a look of disappoint ment crossed her face. His attention was elsewhere when it should have been focused concisely on her. After all, she had been working hard to maneuver in to his good graces and her good behavior had yet to pay off. For all her power she couldn’t accept the fact that her mission was a lost cause. Mayes: “Are you su-“ Simbul: “We’ve been over this before. The probabilities have been discussed but in the end, it’s her decision alone. You know this.” Mayes: *sigh* “You’re right, but I can’t help thinking that there has to be a better way of going about this.” Simbul: “You know, just because it seems more efficient doesn’t always make it right.” Mayes: “This coming from you?” She matched his look squarely and shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly as if the words didn’t sting. Simbul: “People change.” |
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| Defiant | Oct 8 2005, 10:36 PM Post #3 |
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The conversation that had taken place weeks ago ended there, and time seemed to fly by. Alex had awoken to find herself in the hospital still, with no recollection of how she ended up there in the first place let alone what day it was. Only the searing pain in her chest was evidence enough that, yes, she was still quite alive. She had tried on numerous occasions to venture from the confines of her bed, only to topple down with a dull thud to the cold floor. Laying there until she could either pull herself up again, or one of the aides came to set her back in bed. It was a miracle in itself that the talk had ever taken place, but her stubbornness prevailed, though she never saw Mayes again after that. Maybe she had been to overbearing for him; it wasn’t as if she’d be much of a conversationalist now though. Religion had never been a subject Alex made much talk about during conversation. Her faith was better kept well hidden, not many would understand her way of thinking otherwise. However, she knew and understood more than most would have liked, and her opinions were both strongly based, if not right out inarguable, but none of it mattered now. Dim light like that of a mid afternoon sun filtered through the window to her room. The hospital walls which normally shone a pail white were lit with a faint yellow. It was quite, as always. Though she had never been able to look outside, she had reassured herself on numerous occasions that the view was probably that of the city, of life beyond these walls. However, for now, all she would see were the insides of her eyelids. Wordlessly nurses ventured in and out of her room on random schedules without receiving so much as a stir from the girl on the bed. The sounds of shallow breaths were accompanied by the occasional strangled coughs. A subtle beeping on the monitors made for an awkward symphony as the blond haired girl lay in her bed. Resting soundly, she no longer felt the cold trickle of fluid to her veins from the IV, nor did she acknowledge the oxygen mask on her face. The drug induced slumber had given her the slightest shred of peace for the time being. She looked pale, delicate as if her very form would break if she moved wrong. Each breath another small victory as her body struggled to maintain itself. Whether she was aware of it or not, she was still struggling, still grasping at thread bare strands of vitality. It was a shame really. There was so much left undone, so many plans and goals that would go unaccomplished. She was alone here, just as she wanted but her mind kept wandering. How were they all doing? Did they even notice she was gone? There was no need to drag anyone in to her problems, or so she had mused days before. What would they have done anyway? Tried to save here, search for a cure that didn’t exist. Even worse, treat her differently and insist in constant assistance. Alex wanted none of that. Her stubborn tendency to do things on her own didn’t even waver in the face of certain death. It was just the end of a sad story really. It started with her being alone and in the end that’s where she’d be. God would be merciful to take her now and send her where he pleased. This world was worse than any hell could ever be. As if granted a divine wish the body on the bed shuddered and the beeping of the monitors became unstable and faltered. A soft wheezing sound came from under the mask as the girl’s body struggled to take another breath for itself. All she ever wanted was someone to be proud of her. Always wanting to prove to herself, to others, that she wasn’t as helpless as they deemed her to be. She’d never know the things she could do, so much would be left unaccomplished. Earlier that week she had asked herself what she had been running from for so long, her true reasons for coming back. Was it the responsibility? Had she been so afraid that she ran from them? Were Diana and Leon just a nice thought? How selfish she was being. Abandoning her responsibilities for something, she couldn’t even name. She left behind her job, her responsibilities, and the people who depended on her, for an idle mystery. Days ago wanting to cry had led to choked sobs that hurt her chest and restricted her already difficult breathing. It was then the nurse had come in, administered a tranquilizer, and set her mind at peace. The only sound before she slipped away in to her silent slumber had been a whimper of regret coupled with the phrase I’m sorry. which she had uttered many times before little did they know that would be her last. In her last moments, she had never meant it more than then, but there was no one there to hear her. She was sorry. Sorry, for coming here. Sorry, for growing so close to the people around her. Sorry, for being a failure in her own eyes. Sorry, for her weaknesses. Most of all she was sorry for not being able to do more. The oxygen of that breath never reached her lungs. The high-pitched sound of the monitors sounded all around the girl but she never heard them. In that very moment, Alex’s body felt nothing, but her soul felt its world shatter all around it. Wrenched from her physical shell she saw herself, her body cold and pale fall further and further away. A ghostly hand reached out in a vague attempt to grasp on to her mortality one last time. A desperate sob came from ghostly lips but not tears came from the empty eyes. She was terrified now; she didn’t want this, not at all. The force that was pulling her took a tighter hold, wrapping around her, and wrenching her from the room in to a blinding abyss of color. Frightened beyond comprehension she felt herself torn and in a desperate cry, she called out in a voice not quite her own only to be met with pure silence. |
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| Defiant | Oct 9 2005, 11:26 AM Post #4 |
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No longer the proud pilot, the elite, the Special Forces agent, the bread soldier of Dakoso’s lineage, no, just a girl, just Alex. Those titles and labels had been banished a long time ago, when she deemed herself unfit, not worthy. The remains of a girl that never truly was set free from physical form, a broken, sickly, pale, downcast shell of someone who could never be. Yet for all of this self-realization, she never saw how truly marvelous she could be. Behind the suit, the titles, the girl was spectacular in her own right as were all who stived to move forward. A life, a person, something special walking amongst the world and only wanting to lift those around her up. The beauty behind the appearance, the heart that went out to whom ever needed it at any given moment, no questions asked had stopped. The soul that cried at the loss of a loved one, the stead fast determined mind that refused to give up. Hope, her own hope that she had shattered and pieced back together many times over. Resilience in being able to overcome a situation, and be better for it but doomed to hold the consequences until amends were made. She didn’t see the way she helped those whom she deemed ‘friend’, she didn’t take in to consideration all her thoughts on trying to better the world, all she knew were the negatives. The un-attained goals, the minor defeats that lead to greater victories, thought the glory of such things were lost to her. Lies, all of them, figments to her confused and begotten mind lost forever in her own sea of doubt and self-loathing. Trying everyday to be so strong, to live this myth and keep up appearances on the outside. No one took in to consideration her innermost thoughts, because she wouldn’t let them. No, those were her secrets and any who dared try to free them would be met with much resistance. If she felt anything at all now it was the sense of floating. Currently Alex was very unaware of her surroundings, let alone anything else. Stable yellow eyes that once turned opened only to be greeted with a gray nothingness. Alex looked around bit disoriented as she realized that she could feel nothing under her feet, even as she stood up. Looking down she blinked a few times. There wasn’t anything there, nothing she could feel or see, just empty space. Where was she? Furthermore, where was here? A soft wind blew past her form before coming back and wrapping itself around her as if in a gentle embrace. It departed soon enough, but the fact was, she felt it. The action had left her with an underlying sense of calm, as if she knew not to be frightened. Was she truly dead? This was odd. She couldn’t feel a thing, it was almost like being numb, literally. Alex looked down at herself out of habit. Her expression distorted in to something containing shock, and confusion. Her body was completely transparent. Her attentions were drawn from her own problems as she caught sight of a glow in the distance. Something shimmered. A bright overly luminous sphere shot out at Alex from the nothingness and she flinched as it stopped just inches from hitting her. It hovered in front of the girl and she saw it clearly now. The multitude of colors swirling within its depths was almost mesmerizing. Had she been breathing Alex would have been holding her breath at the sight. It pulsated slowly and circled the girl and in her curiosity her eyes followed it carefully. Alex: “This isn’t heaven is it?” <…No, heaven is only a byproduct of one’s perspective. I could take an eternity explaining it to you, but you’d still never comprehend it, so we’ll just call it a void, a perfect void, your void Alexandria…> Alex’s eyes widened considerably at the mentioning of her name. This thing could not only talk, but it knew her name. Confusion set in overlapping the empty feeling she was experiencing as she reached out to touch the glowing sphere. It backed away quickly, a light sound like that of a laugh coming from within it. Alex stood, starring, fixated with the existence of such an apparition. That voice, it had sounded too familiar, to real. Gripping at her head, she shook all over. This wasn’t happening, any torture they could afford her and they had to choose this one. If she could have cried, then her cheeks would have been a flood of tears, but none were present, just the crippled image of a girl’s soul being torn from the inside. Alex: “This isn’t happening…” <Oh it’s happening alright, you just have to accept it but for now, we have to get out of here.> Her eyes widened, and though Alex liked to think of herself as being able to keep it together, for once, she was totally lost. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Back at headquarters things weren’t going so well. Mayes had spent the last hour looking over the data and still found no rhyme or reason for anything. Simbul was nowhere to be found and Arty was too tied up over in the corner with his calculations to be of any help. That was the price he paid for a team like this, they were all wonderfully gifted, but basic social skills were at an all time low. Frustrated beyond belief Mayes got up from his place in front of the computer screen and walked over to the observation area. She was so still, so pale, just like a dead person should be. If Simbul was right there should have been some sign by now, something to let them know, but nothing. He pressed his forehead to the cool Plexiglas, his breath causing a slight fog against it. He didn’t know how long he had been like that when he realized the room around him had gone much to quiet. He could no longer hear the tapping of keys from Arty, and that familiar cold chill crept up his spine. Mayes knew who was standing behind him, and without so much as a flinch he held his eyes closed still and smirked. Mayes: “I was wondering when you would show up.” Simbul: “I only come when I’m needed and you know that.” Mayes: “So what is it now my little soothsayer, more visions?” Simbul: “No, just a message.” Mayes: “Well lets hear it.” Simbul placed a small hand to the back of his head. It was soft yet icy beyond comparison and he felt his skin prick up at her touch. Having yet to open his eyes, he did so slowly, as if commanded to see what she saw. In looking out once again to the form on the bed his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. In the background her could hear Arty once more, but the sudden shuffling of papers and equipment was out of place. Simbul released him from her grip and Mayes turned to face her but instead found Arty starring him in the eyes waving readouts around wildly. Arty: “S…Sir… it’s, impossible! Astonishing even…” Mayes: “Well c’mon lets have it!” Arty: “Well, there’s two, two separate energy readings coming from where there was none to begin with. Highly improbable but it’s there!” He took the information with much thought. Closing his eyes, he saw it again. The image of a blinding light outlined with a darkened shadow. The gray cast of a shadow from wings that weren’t there and those eyes. The chameleon eyes, unreadable but with fire swimming in there depths, Simbul was right, they had all underestimated the possibilities, but she… She knew and she had known the whole time. Pinching the bridge of his nose in an aggravated manner, he dismissed Arty. The boy was intolerable when excited and he had much to think about. Leaning back against the glass, he knew he still wasn’t alone. Simbul: “It seems our little nightingale has turned phoenix.” Mayes: “That she has, but the question now stands. Will she burn in her own flame? If so, will she be able to rise from her own ashes?” Simbul’s face twisted in a sardonic smirk, much too cynical for Maye’s liking but the girl was a mystery all her own and knew far more about these things then he ever would. |
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| Defiant | Oct 29 2005, 08:43 PM Post #5 |
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Alex awoke in a bed of leaves, dried and crumpled, but neatly piled as if there were meant to be that way. Laying there she cast her gaze forward, looking up to a sky so blue it almost hurt to see. Gradually she sat up, picking what few leaves stuck to her hair out and brushing herself off as she stood. This was certainly nothing like the place she had been only moments ago. It was beautiful here. The sun was shining and it looked to be fall, but she couldn’t feel the crisp air around her, nor the contrast of the heat from the sun beating down. Alex had never seen grass so green, trees so tall, not even at the school. They just seemed to go on forever. The tops weren’t visible for the clouds and she wondered if perchance they touched heaven. Memories of what brought her here soon set her mood to plummet and the worried look she had held earlier returned with a vengeance to skew the soft curves of her face. Something about all of this was highly unnatural and she was ready to find out just what was going on. She soon made her way through the trees and in to a small clearing. Straight ahead lay a house. A quaint little thing built of what looked to be stone and granite with two levels. It reminded her of the old houses in children’s books but there was something else about it that she couldn’t place. It felt familiar, looking at it, drawing closer as she walked. Her ears picked up the tell tail sounds of the ocean, there must have been a beach not far off. She drowned out the sound along with her curiosity as she entered the humble structure. The fireplace was aglow with light and though she couldn’t feel it, she knew it was warm and cozy in here. She didn’t pay much attention to anything else, what lay on the mantle was far too interesting for her to notice anything else. Stepping closer she got a better look and smiled as she saw some familiar people in the pictures sitting upon it. Some were old and faded, showing there age and then there were some that looked fresh, brand new even, but she knew that was impossible. There was one, however, that she had to actually place her hand on and touch, just to make sure it was truly there. A frown found its way to her face, she couldn’t feel it, this numbness was beginning to become quite overwhelming, and she didn’t like it one bit. Glancing down at it she ran her fingers across the faces slowly. They were all so young back then, her brothers and she, still a family, still alive. The picture had caught her mother, father, three brothers, and she, dressed casually all holding posed smiles. It reminded her of what she truly missed, and why she had left in the first place. Setting the picture back down her wandering lead her up the stairs. There wasn’t anything of much interest up there at first glance. Just an endless array of rooms. The first two were nothing to gawk at. Comfortable looking beds, nicely decorated furnishings and coordinated linens. She shrugged slightly before entering the third, they could all be the same for all she knew and perhaps she wasting her time by even looking, but even vigilant she pressed forward. This room was the same upon first appearance but a subtle sound caught her attention. A pocket watch on the edge of the dresser was open and playing a haunting beautiful and all too familiar tune. Transfixed Alex stood there listening to the melody, every chord sounding in her mind a second before it would play, she knew that song. Swiping the watch from the table, she closed it quickly, killing the soft music with such a delicate motion and exited the room, heading back down stairs, eyebrows furrowed and head down. The torrent of emotions didn’t go unnoticed, but there wasn’t exactly much she could about it now, was there? A disgruntled spirit with little in the way of places to go could only cause so much damage after all. Then she heard it. The loudest clap of thunder she’d ever heard, she could have sworn someone had just dropped an H-Bomb not but a few meters from the house. Unfortunately the sharp lightning and darkening sky were the tell tale sign of a thunderstorm, but why sudden? <It responds to you.> There it was again, that voice that seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere all at once. Spinning sharply Alex can face to face with Elaine, her mother, an older reflection of Alex herself. Standing there at the foot of the stairs, she looked no different from what she remembered. Same soft voice, same aquamarine eyes shining brightly, the delicate way she held herself, it was all the same and had Alex been in any better a mood she would have rushed to her arms, but she refrained. To her, this was all still some twisted dream, or even worse, a punishment. For all the times Alex had waited for this moment, dreamed of redemption and forgiveness from the one person she betrayed, she certainly wasn’t making a motion to beg for it now. As another thunderous roar sounded above the very foundation of the house shook, and Alex clamped her hands over her ears and closed her eyes out of sheer reflex. She looked to Elaine, with angry and confused eyes. Alex: “What are you talking about?” Elaine: <The weather, the landscape, the creatures, everything here, it’s subject to the will of your subconscious.> Alex: “My subconscious? Talk about chaos.” Elaine: <Indeed, but we have much more to talk about than just that.> Elaine moved from where she had been standing in a motion so fluid Alex immediately darted her eyes down. Her mother, or should we say the spirit of her mother was floating a good few inches from the ground, and right out the door. Alex hesitated just the slightest. 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| Defiant | Oct 30 2005, 05:09 PM Post #6 |
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It had taken days to explain everything to Alex. Not because she wouldn’t or didn’t understand, but because it had to be handed so very delicately. When the past you know is hurtful enough and then you find that parts of it were a lie to begin with, well, it leaves a rather foul taste in ones mouth. She accepted it all though, taking each piece of information in stride. At the very least, she was learning more about her family. Despite all her father’s foul deeds, she couldn’t bring herself to hate him. He made her what she was now, in a way, but all the same, if it weren’t for him… if it weren’t for all the things he’d done… Alex: “None of this would have ever happened.” Elaine didn’t say a word, she just let the thoughts filter through and the knowledge she was feeding her daughter sink in. Nodding slowly she turned her attention up to the sky with a forlorn look to her gaze. Perhaps she would have still been alive, but then, everything would be different, and her daughter would never have turned out this way. Smiling she looked over at Alex, it was scary how much alike she and her father truly were. Their mannerisms, the words they chose when they spoke, even the simple act of standing it was all there. Beyond the evidence of genetic make up, Alex was her father’s child. That could prove to be both a blessing and a burden. After all, he was the one who had the habit of hurting those closest to him. Alex: “I’m sorry. If I had been stronger, maybe then…” Elaine: <It’s not you fault. You were eight years old; hardly old enough to even understand what happened. Besides…> Elaine paused and placed a careful hand on her daughter’s shoulder. Elaine: <I knew what was going to happen. Why do you think I sent you out so early?> A moment of understanding that would last an eternity. After it was all said and done, she knew, and Alex knew, Elaine Geno was meant to die that day. As reality sank in Alex let her thought fall dormant. The air felt heavy around her. Funny how that could happen even in death, the psyche playing cruel tricks on one’s ethereal body. Time waits for no soldier and Alex knew that when the scenery around her shifted once more that there were still a few more things to work out. The falling and floating sensation didn’t surprise so much now. Opening eyes she didn’t remember shutting revealed that she was once again in the place her mother called a void. The sigh that filtered through her lips echoed all around the nothingness. She thought she wouldn’t have to come here again. It was so gloomy, foreboding hopelessness and making for quite the depressive setting to talk. Alex: “You know, you could have picked a more pleasant place to talk.” Elaine: <Perhaps, but there’s not much left to say.> Alex’s eyes widened at the words. Did this mean she was leaving her? Whatever little bit of comfort Alex had was gone now. She didn’t want to be alone, not here, not anywhere. Heavens forbid her mother leave her now. The grey around her broke, cracked as her thoughts ensued. Elaine’s voice thundered past her thoughts though, commanding Alex’s attention to turn and look at those eyes blazing with a furious demand for obedience and yet still holding that gentle understanding. Alex wondered if she too would be able to one day have that ability. Elaine: <Calm yourself before you bring this entire place down around us.> Alex nodded slowly and reined in her emotions. That was quite a task all its own since she wasn’t sure what she was feeling to begin with, or what she was so afraid of. Alex: “So this is it, you’re just going to leave me here?” Elaine: <No, you’re not staying here, there’s far too much for you to do.> Elaine stepped closer to Alex, taking both her hands gently. For the first time she had been there Alex felt something. Her mother’s hands were cold, like ice, and they seemed to freeze her internally. She looked up at her with worried eyes. She couldn’t move, couldn’t speak, she could only look on in a morbid fixation and listen. Elaine: <You walk a thin line my little Aeon and you have a lot to learn. Trust in your decisions. Embrace yourself, both the strengths and weaknesses. It is only then that you will truly become what you were meant to be.> Still paralyzed Alex watched as her mother’s details faded and she took on a multicolored glow as misty blue and greens coiled and whirled out around her, embracing the child softly. Spirals of life energy wrapping themselves around every inch of her body, squeezing and suffocating, plunging in to the darkest recess of her mind and breaking it down piece by piece. …five generations… …five passions… …one soul… ~If you don’t like it you can always run away~ Joy Alex: No more, running… ~…Exist alone…~ ~Be alone…~ ~If it’s too painful you can always make it stop~ Sadness Alex: No more, fear… ~What do you believe in?~ Alex: Myself… ~Alone…~ Anger Alex: SHUT UP! ~I am alone among the many~ ~I am alone among the few~ Desire Alex: I am alone, with myself …but, I am strong, even alone …I can survive, alone Hatred Even if I fail… ~Then wake-up…~ A soul found the shell of a girl, long abandoned. Once again, the familiar weight of flesh and bone settled upon her. A chill seeped through the length of her body followed by the warmth of body heat. One by one, every nerve came alive every organ began to function. It was like a hammer hitting solid steel, and she felt it in her chest. Eyes were forced open with great effort and then shut immediately against a blinding radiance. Gasping for air her mouth opened and with her first thrash the shell around her shattered. Shards of white, blue and green scattered out in all direction, followed by white feathers, turning and falling until they all disappeared. Quickly her hand shot to the locket at her neck, the cool texture against her warm skin was welcoming. The sphere was still there too, unharmed. Gripping them tightly she sat up sharply, her vision keen as ever, her senses on full alert. A calm deep breath followed clear, welcoming, no more pain. Her blue eyes dazzled at the revelation, the fire within them growing with each passing second before it’s snuffed out with a blink and replaced by the same daffodil colored Sekarion eyes of before. Alive, she was alive, well, blessed with the gift of rebirth. In her hand, the key to another world, and stretched out before her the road to continue living in this one. Through all her revelations, there was perfect silence. Then a sound, rarely heard. It echoed around the room softly, small like the tinkling of glass, deeper… Though just as fragile. -Fin. |
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