Post by Sadie on Feb 19, 2010 18:01:12 GMT -5
A piece I wrote to play with emotions, because I love playing with emotions. You'd best pay attention, because this is probably the ONLY time you will EVER see Soare this pissed off. X3
Title comes from Roz, who is awesome. She also said that this story manages to effectively combine action, humor, AND romance, which I think is pretty cool, and I hope you guys do, too!
ENJOY!
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Peh.
Not intimidating at all.
Sharp eyes narrowed on the two thin figures in front of him, neither of them looking particularly threatening. He would have rather liked a challenge, but the battle was raging and there was no time to be picky. Quick, calculating, he considered. The blonde looked pathetic, but the one with black hair was smirking, already making for him with fire in her eyes. Choice made. Time to destroy.
Fists clenched, mouth taut, eyes watching carefully to figure out how she would attack. The girl wielded no weapons and he felt contemptuous as he made forward to attack her, flexing a muscle in his hands. Skin rippling, hardening, he flexed his rock-fists and watched her eyes widen a little at his new hands. That’s right. Try these on for size.
Behind her, the blonde was facing off against one of his allies, a many-clawed man who was fighting to keep up with her elusive dance while tearing at her clothes and skin. A smirk pulled at his lips. He wouldn’t even have to take her down; she would be beaten in minutes flat. Just like the arrogant girl in front of him, who was finally within rage.
Smashing forward, plowing through her defenses, he knocked her back and watched her stumble. Ha, look at the annoyance on her face. She knows she let that one through. But what does a little girl expect to do against someone li-
Several angry limbs whipped out and he felt his head hit rock behind him, sending a spasm of sharp pain through his system. So she wasn’t defenseless – so be it. That made it more interesting.
Grinding rock, thrashing whips. Despite his best efforts to keep her at bay, she was good, as if she possessed a knack of knowing where he was going to throw his fists. A dangerous game she played, taunting him with sharp limbs that jabbed at his weakest points. She would regret it. Pain, pain ripped through his nose, and blood began to leak out while a growl ripped from him. Good hit, one that would be her downfall.
Her fragile skull was nothing to his rock-iron fists. Stumbling, cracking. Not so tough after all.
Hate fighting. No good against claws, especially when they keep ripping my shields. The pain in my leg, it’s burning. Fists up, Soare! The pain in your shoulder, your leg, is nothing!
Mocking eyes watched as the girl kept trying to get back up as he kept smashing her down. Only her blue lenses were lively, raging angrily at him while she tried to fight back. A mocking smile glanced lightly over his lips and he struck her again, watching the figure crumple to the floor.
Wish I could get on the offensive. Wish I was fighting someone else. Claws ripping at me, my side, it hurts! Koyu should be fighting him, not me. Maybe she’s done with the first guy, she can help m- . . . is that her?
Taunting above her, mocking, the figure moved forward and bent forward a little bit, poking a toe at the body. No movement. He turned around to see the blonde again, surprisingly still fighting although she was getting soaked with violet blood. Metallic eyes stared at him.
He hurt her.
The girl in front of him exploded.
The blue surfaces of her eyes disappeared, replaced with a searing golden light, and her fists held twisting spheres of golden energy. But it wasn’t that image that was intimidating – it was the pure, unclouded look of rage that was contorting her face. Guttural, harsh snarls were tearing at her throat on their way up.
The clawed man she threw aside with a single wave of her hand, pushing him to the ground while advancing forward, blazing with anger that made him stumble back. He didn’t know what he had done to enrage her so, but she was bent on destroying him for it.
Thick, golden whips of light wrapped around him and shoved him backwards, against the thick rock wall. A yelp of pain, but she heard nothing, yanking him forward once more to throw him against the ground. Again, again, she tossed his body around like a rag doll, battering him against any surfaces she could find while he tried in vain to reach her and fight back.
Thoughts, no. No thoughts. Hurt him. Hurt him like he hurt her.
Finally, barely, he broke away from her grasp and ran forward, pulling a fist back and tensing his muscles to hurl it at her. He met nothing, his hand glancing off a sudden shield that came out of nowhere. Her own fingers, curled into a tight fist, blazing with golden light. She launched it forward, packing thick energy behind it, and he hit the ground hard, the skin of his face throbbing sharply like she had set his nerves on fire.
Blurred vision. Where was she? Nothing but golden lights, a flurry of movements that twisted him , distorted him, struck at him again and again. Dark around the edges. He couldn’t think, let alone locate her enough to fight back.
Black. He had lost; he knew it. He let the black take him, and the golden fingers dropped him and let him fall.
Tired. So tired.
No energy. The ground is so cold. And that smell of blood, is that mine? I know that voice, what is it saying? Yes, it’ll be okay. . . yes, I’m okay. . . just, my lips won’t move.
Let me leave, but not forever. I’ll be back. Just sleep, will you let me sleep? No, don’t sound so distressed. It’s just. . . sleeping. . .
--
It’s so bright. Am I dead?
Would being dead smell like cookies? I hope so. I liked those cookies.
She didn’t particularly want to open her eyes, but the more she knew about her surroundings, the better. A small sigh hissed through her lips, and she opened them again and tried to keep from letting too much light spill into her eyes. Gradually, her eyes adjusted, and she found herself staring up at walls that were very plain and very white.
The infirmary?
The girl sat up in her bed suddenly, ignoring her muscles and nerves that protested with pain. One hand flew up to support her head, which felt like it was reeling at a million light-years an hour. “Koyu!” She was vaguely aware of people in the room, although she couldn’t make out who in her disoriented state. “Is Koyu okay?!”
Somewhere to her left, a startled gasp sounded, but she was more interested in answers, squeezing the bridge of her nose while she shut her eyes and simply listened, hoping that would lessen the feeling of being catapulted through space.
A voice responded from across the room. “I. . . I regret to have to tell you this. . . but I think it’s best you know. Koyu fought bravely, fought with everything she had. . . but it wasn’t enough. She’s returned to the stars, to be with those above who will shout her name joyfully because of the great things she has done. She will be numbered with the great ones and look down upon us from the heavens, so you needn’t cry, although I know this is hard for yo-“
“No! You’re lying, y-you h-“
“Please try to understand. She will be missed, but she died fighting for the things she loved, and for that we wi-“
Wait a second. That voice. “Koyu!”
Even though it sent her senses tilting to the side, she opened her eyes and glanced across the room to one of the other beds, where she found a very amused, but very healthy, Koyu. “That wasn’t funny!” Soare cried, hunching her shoulders a little, her expression distressed and tense.
“Cut it out,” a sharp voice to her side snapped irritably. “She’s just woken up, you don’t need to stress her out even more!”
She knew that voice, too! “Aaron!”
The boy pulled his eyes away from Koyu, who he had been giving a very intense glare, and his expression softened as it turned to face her. “You’re okay.” Both a statement of relief and a question, as though making sure that she was alright.
“I. . . yes.” Her attention turned to herself, and she began to move various limbs, making sure they all still worked, although most of them fired up with pain that left her wincing. “Yeah. But. . . what happened?” Still a little unhappy with her sister, she directed the question at Aaron.
No use, since Koyu answered anyway. “You were hardcore! Well, that’s what they tell me, I wasn’t even conscious enough to see.” Her voice was disgruntled at this, making Soare smile a little. “But they say that after I got knocked out, you went all HULK SOARE on that guy and beat him into the ground!”
“Oh.” Trying to remember was like looking in a kaleidoscope. She could see flashes of golden light, visions of purple blood mixed with dark blue, and vague scenes of action, but nothing more. “I was scared.” That, she could remember. Her voice was smaller now, shaking. “I thought you were dead.” Beneath the infirmary’s thick blanket, a hand found her own and squeezed it slightly, filling the girl with reassurance.
“You should be scared more often,” Koyu responded loftily, leaning back in her bed. “Apparently it helps you kick butt.”
Trying to frown at her, Soare instead found herself yawning, already feeling exhausted again. Inside her core, she could feel her energy rebuilding slowly again, but not enough to keep her awake for long, and sleeping would help her. But she didn’t want to leave the conscious world, not just yet. “Is everyone else okay?”
“They’re fine, they’re fine. Stop worrying.” Koyu waved a nurse over, who promptly delivered her a glass of water, and the room fell into silence again as Soare considered this information.
Finally, she decided that sleep was the best option, although she was tired of sleeping. But the pillow was comfortable, and she liked it. Her hand that was still holding Aaron’s loosened slightly, allowing him to take it back, but he only held hers more firmly, leaning back in the chair beside her bed.
“You can go,” she whispered up to him, although her fingers curled around his hand and held there, her thumb stroking lightly over the skin of his hand. “I’m just going to sleep.”
“I know.” The answer was short, but she could hear something in his voice that made her smile. Nuzzling her nose against their conjoined hands, she tuned out Koyu’s boisterous voice and the murmuring of the nurses and let herself drift back to sleep, a warm feeling smoldering in her core that wasn’t just her slowly-rebuilding telekinesis.
Title comes from Roz, who is awesome. She also said that this story manages to effectively combine action, humor, AND romance, which I think is pretty cool, and I hope you guys do, too!
ENJOY!
----
Peh.
Not intimidating at all.
Sharp eyes narrowed on the two thin figures in front of him, neither of them looking particularly threatening. He would have rather liked a challenge, but the battle was raging and there was no time to be picky. Quick, calculating, he considered. The blonde looked pathetic, but the one with black hair was smirking, already making for him with fire in her eyes. Choice made. Time to destroy.
Fists clenched, mouth taut, eyes watching carefully to figure out how she would attack. The girl wielded no weapons and he felt contemptuous as he made forward to attack her, flexing a muscle in his hands. Skin rippling, hardening, he flexed his rock-fists and watched her eyes widen a little at his new hands. That’s right. Try these on for size.
Behind her, the blonde was facing off against one of his allies, a many-clawed man who was fighting to keep up with her elusive dance while tearing at her clothes and skin. A smirk pulled at his lips. He wouldn’t even have to take her down; she would be beaten in minutes flat. Just like the arrogant girl in front of him, who was finally within rage.
Smashing forward, plowing through her defenses, he knocked her back and watched her stumble. Ha, look at the annoyance on her face. She knows she let that one through. But what does a little girl expect to do against someone li-
Several angry limbs whipped out and he felt his head hit rock behind him, sending a spasm of sharp pain through his system. So she wasn’t defenseless – so be it. That made it more interesting.
Grinding rock, thrashing whips. Despite his best efforts to keep her at bay, she was good, as if she possessed a knack of knowing where he was going to throw his fists. A dangerous game she played, taunting him with sharp limbs that jabbed at his weakest points. She would regret it. Pain, pain ripped through his nose, and blood began to leak out while a growl ripped from him. Good hit, one that would be her downfall.
Her fragile skull was nothing to his rock-iron fists. Stumbling, cracking. Not so tough after all.
Hate fighting. No good against claws, especially when they keep ripping my shields. The pain in my leg, it’s burning. Fists up, Soare! The pain in your shoulder, your leg, is nothing!
Mocking eyes watched as the girl kept trying to get back up as he kept smashing her down. Only her blue lenses were lively, raging angrily at him while she tried to fight back. A mocking smile glanced lightly over his lips and he struck her again, watching the figure crumple to the floor.
Wish I could get on the offensive. Wish I was fighting someone else. Claws ripping at me, my side, it hurts! Koyu should be fighting him, not me. Maybe she’s done with the first guy, she can help m- . . . is that her?
Taunting above her, mocking, the figure moved forward and bent forward a little bit, poking a toe at the body. No movement. He turned around to see the blonde again, surprisingly still fighting although she was getting soaked with violet blood. Metallic eyes stared at him.
He hurt her.
The girl in front of him exploded.
The blue surfaces of her eyes disappeared, replaced with a searing golden light, and her fists held twisting spheres of golden energy. But it wasn’t that image that was intimidating – it was the pure, unclouded look of rage that was contorting her face. Guttural, harsh snarls were tearing at her throat on their way up.
The clawed man she threw aside with a single wave of her hand, pushing him to the ground while advancing forward, blazing with anger that made him stumble back. He didn’t know what he had done to enrage her so, but she was bent on destroying him for it.
Thick, golden whips of light wrapped around him and shoved him backwards, against the thick rock wall. A yelp of pain, but she heard nothing, yanking him forward once more to throw him against the ground. Again, again, she tossed his body around like a rag doll, battering him against any surfaces she could find while he tried in vain to reach her and fight back.
Thoughts, no. No thoughts. Hurt him. Hurt him like he hurt her.
Finally, barely, he broke away from her grasp and ran forward, pulling a fist back and tensing his muscles to hurl it at her. He met nothing, his hand glancing off a sudden shield that came out of nowhere. Her own fingers, curled into a tight fist, blazing with golden light. She launched it forward, packing thick energy behind it, and he hit the ground hard, the skin of his face throbbing sharply like she had set his nerves on fire.
Blurred vision. Where was she? Nothing but golden lights, a flurry of movements that twisted him , distorted him, struck at him again and again. Dark around the edges. He couldn’t think, let alone locate her enough to fight back.
Black. He had lost; he knew it. He let the black take him, and the golden fingers dropped him and let him fall.
Tired. So tired.
No energy. The ground is so cold. And that smell of blood, is that mine? I know that voice, what is it saying? Yes, it’ll be okay. . . yes, I’m okay. . . just, my lips won’t move.
Let me leave, but not forever. I’ll be back. Just sleep, will you let me sleep? No, don’t sound so distressed. It’s just. . . sleeping. . .
--
It’s so bright. Am I dead?
Would being dead smell like cookies? I hope so. I liked those cookies.
She didn’t particularly want to open her eyes, but the more she knew about her surroundings, the better. A small sigh hissed through her lips, and she opened them again and tried to keep from letting too much light spill into her eyes. Gradually, her eyes adjusted, and she found herself staring up at walls that were very plain and very white.
The infirmary?
The girl sat up in her bed suddenly, ignoring her muscles and nerves that protested with pain. One hand flew up to support her head, which felt like it was reeling at a million light-years an hour. “Koyu!” She was vaguely aware of people in the room, although she couldn’t make out who in her disoriented state. “Is Koyu okay?!”
Somewhere to her left, a startled gasp sounded, but she was more interested in answers, squeezing the bridge of her nose while she shut her eyes and simply listened, hoping that would lessen the feeling of being catapulted through space.
A voice responded from across the room. “I. . . I regret to have to tell you this. . . but I think it’s best you know. Koyu fought bravely, fought with everything she had. . . but it wasn’t enough. She’s returned to the stars, to be with those above who will shout her name joyfully because of the great things she has done. She will be numbered with the great ones and look down upon us from the heavens, so you needn’t cry, although I know this is hard for yo-“
“No! You’re lying, y-you h-“
“Please try to understand. She will be missed, but she died fighting for the things she loved, and for that we wi-“
Wait a second. That voice. “Koyu!”
Even though it sent her senses tilting to the side, she opened her eyes and glanced across the room to one of the other beds, where she found a very amused, but very healthy, Koyu. “That wasn’t funny!” Soare cried, hunching her shoulders a little, her expression distressed and tense.
“Cut it out,” a sharp voice to her side snapped irritably. “She’s just woken up, you don’t need to stress her out even more!”
She knew that voice, too! “Aaron!”
The boy pulled his eyes away from Koyu, who he had been giving a very intense glare, and his expression softened as it turned to face her. “You’re okay.” Both a statement of relief and a question, as though making sure that she was alright.
“I. . . yes.” Her attention turned to herself, and she began to move various limbs, making sure they all still worked, although most of them fired up with pain that left her wincing. “Yeah. But. . . what happened?” Still a little unhappy with her sister, she directed the question at Aaron.
No use, since Koyu answered anyway. “You were hardcore! Well, that’s what they tell me, I wasn’t even conscious enough to see.” Her voice was disgruntled at this, making Soare smile a little. “But they say that after I got knocked out, you went all HULK SOARE on that guy and beat him into the ground!”
“Oh.” Trying to remember was like looking in a kaleidoscope. She could see flashes of golden light, visions of purple blood mixed with dark blue, and vague scenes of action, but nothing more. “I was scared.” That, she could remember. Her voice was smaller now, shaking. “I thought you were dead.” Beneath the infirmary’s thick blanket, a hand found her own and squeezed it slightly, filling the girl with reassurance.
“You should be scared more often,” Koyu responded loftily, leaning back in her bed. “Apparently it helps you kick butt.”
Trying to frown at her, Soare instead found herself yawning, already feeling exhausted again. Inside her core, she could feel her energy rebuilding slowly again, but not enough to keep her awake for long, and sleeping would help her. But she didn’t want to leave the conscious world, not just yet. “Is everyone else okay?”
“They’re fine, they’re fine. Stop worrying.” Koyu waved a nurse over, who promptly delivered her a glass of water, and the room fell into silence again as Soare considered this information.
Finally, she decided that sleep was the best option, although she was tired of sleeping. But the pillow was comfortable, and she liked it. Her hand that was still holding Aaron’s loosened slightly, allowing him to take it back, but he only held hers more firmly, leaning back in the chair beside her bed.
“You can go,” she whispered up to him, although her fingers curled around his hand and held there, her thumb stroking lightly over the skin of his hand. “I’m just going to sleep.”
“I know.” The answer was short, but she could hear something in his voice that made her smile. Nuzzling her nose against their conjoined hands, she tuned out Koyu’s boisterous voice and the murmuring of the nurses and let herself drift back to sleep, a warm feeling smoldering in her core that wasn’t just her slowly-rebuilding telekinesis.
