Post by isabellaluvsu on Oct 11, 2011 2:21:20 GMT -5
Note, this has not been revised just yet. If no one reads it, I'm not continuing it. The first chapter is rather boring, but it will get much better the next. Rated +T for potty-mouths and fluff later on. And molestation. That too. Please enjoy!
A deep haze draped over my eyes. Where am I again? I think I was asleep or something, until the violet haze cleared, and I saw a little girl. Brunette locks were pulled back into a loose bun, and her dress almost blended into the lush wildgrass around her as it lapped over itself. Just like waves with a gentle breeze that added a perfect touch to the the vast sky above her, she was the center of attention in this breathtaking scenery. Wherever the hell it was. She looked, oh....maybe 8? The little girl begun to move, boots clicking silently as she did, uncaring of the grass that was up to her torso.
This is too realistic to the senses to be a dream.
Where the hell am I?
She quickened her pace, a striking black piercing the bushes as the sun set seemed to freeze behind her. The grass really did look bothersome, though she was way too happy to dedicate a single thought to it, and continued to catch-up to someone in the fiel-wait, this has to be a dream.
That someone....Rodrick? No way...
Scooping her up into his arms, a white silk button-up shirt loosely clutching his perfect frame, she giggled. He gave a warm, vibrant smile that not even I could describe with the positive words it deserved.
Oh Rodrick, I loved you so.
But another man, a bit taller than the Austrian, slithered quietely through the grass, a smug look on his face as he glared lazers into the back of Rodrick's skull with a plan of some sort hand. Only Rodrick's hearing was sharp, and spun around, only to have the man's facial expression change to a greeting smile due to the girl tucked securely in his arms.
....Gilbert?
The two stood silently in the field with only the hushed sound of their horse in the backround and the girl, chattering away about an insect she had caught only a bit earlier. Such an innocent voice that I was so close to grasping. That exact voice, who's is it? God damn my forsaken memory.
Something caught the trio's attention. A tiny light, making its way across the scene the three were casted in. The girl was in awe! Pointing, she had revealed more of her innocent voice.
"Gilby! What's that?"
"That? It's a firefly, Lizzy."
"Ja, would you like to catch one?"
Lizzy. I've heard that name before.
Their voices were so.....so.....so loving and compassionate towards each other, I can't even describe the ring to it. So warm. And so, she was carefully placed on the ground as the two men crouched down, not giving each other not even a glance, but a compassionate look to the girl, their expressions soft as they watched her short legs carry her towards the numerous lights that began to multiply above their heads.
The lights...That embrace.....that was me.
I was that girl.
I'll always remember their warm embraces around me. Though it is cold and frigid here, any warmth escaping as that memory fades with it, I try to keep a tight grasp on that one memory to keep me somewhat sane. And those fireflies? I remember them. Their glow, as warm and happy as I was when I was with them.
~~
A feeling of compression is eased onto my head as my spine feels as though it is going to snap at any moment. My eyes fly open and I lunge outward, managing to stifle a gasp of pain, the other hand clutching tightly at my brown locks.
That fucking dream. Again.
But as always, I have that dream. And as always, I wake up to the corrupt world of hell; The Grim Reaper's realm, to put it simply.
And I am one of those bastard reapers. Not only that, but I am the only women. No, girl. I'm 15.
Now, if there's only one women, which is me, all of the others are men. And if were not immortal, they must reproduce SOME way. Thus, the one woman is used as a sex toy. Only one girl reaper is born every 100 years or so, which is about our life span. It's a cycle. But since the last women killed herself after loosing her virginity with 10 men or so in a complete debauchery, she killed herself with her own reaping sythe. The sad thing was, she was about my age or so.
I now wield her same sythe. With it, we get names of a human, and are directed to kill them with it and 'reap' their souls.
But the little girl in the story was human. So how is it that the same human girl is who I am today; a reaper? They took a pure human soul, erased her memories, and made her into a grim reaper. But I had managed to keep a strong hold of that memory, the last thing that occurred to me as a human. How I had? Blood.
Blood.....the personal reward of a kill. Its crimson reminds me, simply of that firefly's glow. The glow....so warm I could almost grasp it. The glow was what made me happy at the time. That happiness, that warmth was just like the happiness and warmth I felt while in those two man's grasps. They all connect, and blood from a kill is the only thing I have connecting me to that memory.
...I need to get out of this damn cave. It's damp and dark and its almost as if it's black and white. The needles that threaten to stab at my back if I attempt to stand, drip a dry, black liquid onto my back, and there is only one small opening of light, covered by the slabs of rock I managed to find. But I'm also hungry, and need to go to the market sooner or later. Even if those men, the one thing I truly fear, swarm it like maggots to rotting flesh, I have to go....leave here sometime.
I must reassure myself that the time spent there will be short as my hands are away from my body, searching for my sythe.
Well, I'm off. But I will make a deal with myself.
If they touch me, I will kill them. If numerous of them do, I will run to Earth. Seems fair enough.
"Deal" My hollow voice echoes throughout the cavern with a hand immediately finding its way to its cold shaft, a cursed grin imprinted on my face as I give a sharp kick to the rocks, deep mossy orbs eyeing the dim light ahead.
Chapter One.
A deep haze draped over my eyes. Where am I again? I think I was asleep or something, until the violet haze cleared, and I saw a little girl. Brunette locks were pulled back into a loose bun, and her dress almost blended into the lush wildgrass around her as it lapped over itself. Just like waves with a gentle breeze that added a perfect touch to the the vast sky above her, she was the center of attention in this breathtaking scenery. Wherever the hell it was. She looked, oh....maybe 8? The little girl begun to move, boots clicking silently as she did, uncaring of the grass that was up to her torso.
This is too realistic to the senses to be a dream.
Where the hell am I?
She quickened her pace, a striking black piercing the bushes as the sun set seemed to freeze behind her. The grass really did look bothersome, though she was way too happy to dedicate a single thought to it, and continued to catch-up to someone in the fiel-wait, this has to be a dream.
That someone....Rodrick? No way...
Scooping her up into his arms, a white silk button-up shirt loosely clutching his perfect frame, she giggled. He gave a warm, vibrant smile that not even I could describe with the positive words it deserved.
Oh Rodrick, I loved you so.
But another man, a bit taller than the Austrian, slithered quietely through the grass, a smug look on his face as he glared lazers into the back of Rodrick's skull with a plan of some sort hand. Only Rodrick's hearing was sharp, and spun around, only to have the man's facial expression change to a greeting smile due to the girl tucked securely in his arms.
....Gilbert?
The two stood silently in the field with only the hushed sound of their horse in the backround and the girl, chattering away about an insect she had caught only a bit earlier. Such an innocent voice that I was so close to grasping. That exact voice, who's is it? God damn my forsaken memory.
Something caught the trio's attention. A tiny light, making its way across the scene the three were casted in. The girl was in awe! Pointing, she had revealed more of her innocent voice.
"Gilby! What's that?"
"That? It's a firefly, Lizzy."
"Ja, would you like to catch one?"
Lizzy. I've heard that name before.
Their voices were so.....so.....so loving and compassionate towards each other, I can't even describe the ring to it. So warm. And so, she was carefully placed on the ground as the two men crouched down, not giving each other not even a glance, but a compassionate look to the girl, their expressions soft as they watched her short legs carry her towards the numerous lights that began to multiply above their heads.
The lights...That embrace.....that was me.
I was that girl.
I'll always remember their warm embraces around me. Though it is cold and frigid here, any warmth escaping as that memory fades with it, I try to keep a tight grasp on that one memory to keep me somewhat sane. And those fireflies? I remember them. Their glow, as warm and happy as I was when I was with them.
~~
A feeling of compression is eased onto my head as my spine feels as though it is going to snap at any moment. My eyes fly open and I lunge outward, managing to stifle a gasp of pain, the other hand clutching tightly at my brown locks.
That fucking dream. Again.
But as always, I have that dream. And as always, I wake up to the corrupt world of hell; The Grim Reaper's realm, to put it simply.
And I am one of those bastard reapers. Not only that, but I am the only women. No, girl. I'm 15.
Now, if there's only one women, which is me, all of the others are men. And if were not immortal, they must reproduce SOME way. Thus, the one woman is used as a sex toy. Only one girl reaper is born every 100 years or so, which is about our life span. It's a cycle. But since the last women killed herself after loosing her virginity with 10 men or so in a complete debauchery, she killed herself with her own reaping sythe. The sad thing was, she was about my age or so.
I now wield her same sythe. With it, we get names of a human, and are directed to kill them with it and 'reap' their souls.
But the little girl in the story was human. So how is it that the same human girl is who I am today; a reaper? They took a pure human soul, erased her memories, and made her into a grim reaper. But I had managed to keep a strong hold of that memory, the last thing that occurred to me as a human. How I had? Blood.
Blood.....the personal reward of a kill. Its crimson reminds me, simply of that firefly's glow. The glow....so warm I could almost grasp it. The glow was what made me happy at the time. That happiness, that warmth was just like the happiness and warmth I felt while in those two man's grasps. They all connect, and blood from a kill is the only thing I have connecting me to that memory.
...I need to get out of this damn cave. It's damp and dark and its almost as if it's black and white. The needles that threaten to stab at my back if I attempt to stand, drip a dry, black liquid onto my back, and there is only one small opening of light, covered by the slabs of rock I managed to find. But I'm also hungry, and need to go to the market sooner or later. Even if those men, the one thing I truly fear, swarm it like maggots to rotting flesh, I have to go....leave here sometime.
I must reassure myself that the time spent there will be short as my hands are away from my body, searching for my sythe.
Well, I'm off. But I will make a deal with myself.
If they touch me, I will kill them. If numerous of them do, I will run to Earth. Seems fair enough.
"Deal" My hollow voice echoes throughout the cavern with a hand immediately finding its way to its cold shaft, a cursed grin imprinted on my face as I give a sharp kick to the rocks, deep mossy orbs eyeing the dim light ahead.