Post by Sadie on Mar 20, 2010 17:59:06 GMT -5
I'm going to warn you, this is REALLY sad. ;;
It. . . might make you cry, Roz and I are teary right now DX
It's an Etalo piece, and this is the first chapter. There will be two.
I. . . asdflkjsd I have nothing else to say. ;; READ IF YOU DARE AND HAVE TISSUES READY.
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Like a blanket spread thin, a draping sheet of dark blue had settled over the night sky, casting shadows over the land below and lulling the inhabitants into a peaceful sleep. It was unusually clear for that time of year, and even from the ground, the moon and the stars were light and visible in their slow blinking. Yes, the night was beautiful, with a whispering breeze that whistled in the corners and architecture of the giant base. However, in a secluded corner of the east wing of the base, a lone figure was not sleeping, her lighted eyes searching the stars above.
The end of the silvery limb in front of her had spouted fingers so that it could cradle the communicator that her eyes occasionally glanced down to examine, as if expecting to see the screen illuminate any second now. But it was still a dull, deadened black, and a small breath of air seemed to sigh through the lithe frame of the girl, her head leaning back to rest against the wall.
Which of those little dots was he on?
Out of nowhere, the call had come about a week ago, startling them both. It had been a while since he had been assigned to a mission, and so they both had grown. . . almost complacent, in the way that they spent time together almost every day. Like fireflies in the darkest part of the night, it had been easy to see the happiness that danced over the sky blue surfaces of his eyes. They had enjoyed it.
But he was gone now, assigned to a mission that had been given a code 4-7, which meant that there was some chance of danger. It wasn’t that she didn’t trust him to be able to take care of himself; she did. But that didn’t stop the worry that sometimes crawled over her spine when she allowed herself to dwell on it for more than a few minutes.
Golden eyes glanced down at the blank screen over her communicator, but Nalo had stopped hoping. He was no doubt busy, or she would have heard something by now. There was no point in allowing herself to hope for the flashing icon that meant that she had an incoming message. It would just make the aching feel a little worse.
Out of everything, she hated the silence the most.
--
CRSHHHHK.
“Hold the defenses!”
“Where are the barricades, where are they?!”
“There are more of them!”
There was so much noise.
Grunting a little bit from the force, the male debated the idea of ignoring the order that he had been given. It didn’t matter how much force he poured onto the thick red layer of light that he had constructed. Each battering against it was harder, more difficult to hold back, and he could feel it aching in the very core of his muscles. It wasn’t helping; they were simply draining themselves of energy.
But this was no time to argue.
Blue lenses swept over the small area that they were currently holed up in, cornered like small creatures faced with carnivorous monsters. In the heat of the attack they had fled, outnumbered almost three to one, and tried to find a safe place to regroup for the next attack. The horror when they realized that they were being pursued had swept over them all, clouding their vision, panicking them into choosing a small cave that was difficult to defend, and now they were paying for it.
Various operatives were trying to hold up the rock wall that they had built on the mouth of the cave to defend themselves, including the weary Ganmade boy. Others were preparing to fight when the defenses finally fell; none of them had hope of being able to hold it until the attackers went away. A few were attending to those that had already sustained injuries, while some were barking orders in order to keep everyone focused.
Off to the side, his sister was one of the ones attending an injured being. She had offered to help hold the defenses but had instantly been denied the opportunity as they wanted to put her to a better use. He could hear her voice, carrying a rare tenderness as she tiredly, so tiredly, addressed the fallen operative, a newer one that was small and scared.
“Look, there. It’s all bandaged now. You’re going to be just fine. . . no, don’t cry.” A sniffling nose, and he could see her produce a handkerchief for the operative out of his peripheral vision. “You know, on my first mission, we were chased into a thick forest, so thick that we could barely see where we were going, and. . .”
The story seemed to distract the operative from his bleeding arm, and a tiny smile, one that was like a faint ghost on his lips, strayed across Etoile’s expression, only to disappear an instant later when something crashed against the wall of the cave, shaking the entire thing and almost throwing the Telarian male to the floor. His arms were shaking now as he regained balance, helplessly trying to keep the wall up.
Silence filled the entire cave, until a small sob broke it, coming from a girl near the back. Pale, dirt-stained yellow eyelids closed over blue lenses as Etoile swallowed. Fear, fear that was cold and chilling, it was shooting through him and everyone else as, for the first time, they allowed themselves to carry the idea that maybe they might not make it back off of the planet.
So much for a simple infiltration mission.
His throat was thick and it was hard for him to breathe steadily now. Something in him wanted to follow suit and cry, but somehow he was able to find more energy to keep throwing at the wall, holding the rocks in place as a large force rammed against the cave again, sending a few more to their knees as the strain became almost unbearable. I’m not going to leave here alive, Etoile thought to himself wearily, helplessly, and a single tear slipped down his cheek, carrying both fear and pain in the clear depths.
“Tala.” His voice was hoarse, and his sister gave him her attention instantly. She murmured something to the injured operative and came to stand at his side, putting one hand on his shoulder in silent support as he struggled to form the words that he needed to. “Please. . . take over for a minute. Please. I need to do something.”
Back at the base, the girl would have argued with him in that light, teasing manner that she always did. But she could hear the plea in his voice, the helpless desperation, and she silently nodded and reached up her own palms, letting a steady flow of green spread out to cover the red he was withdrawing, quickly, before his superiors could notice and stop him. He mumbled his thanks and slipped into a corner a distance away, fumbling in his pocket for the dirty communicator that he always kept with him.
Trembling fingers pressed a few of the digits and he could hear it ringing, almost drowned out by the noises in the cave. He prayed that the receiver wouldn’t pick up, because that would make it so much harder.
But no one answered, leaving him to assume that she was slumbering, and he took a second to bless her with a peaceful sleep as the tone sounded that signaled that he could now leave her a message. “Nalo.” Her name came out strangled and he cursed himself fiercely, silently, forcing his voice into a calmness. “Nalo. I, uhm. . .”
The words were so hard to find. What could he say to her while contemplating the idea that he would never look into her golden eyes again?
“I love you.” His shoulders heaved a little with a sob that he wouldn’t allow to become audible. “I need to you to know that, you have to know that. I love you so much.” Although he had been trying to keep a calm exterior, his voice broke on the last two words, turning into a helpless sob as he tried to find a way to tell her, to tell her what was going on.
Suddenly, the walls of the cave exploded into little fragments, blowing him and everyone else backwards. The communicator slipped from his fingers and was crushed by a few falling rocks and the boy watched from a crumpled heap on the floor as the army of incoming attackers blocked out the light from the mouth of the cave, throwing his whole world in a thundering, sinking black.
--
Something was flashing, and she wanted it to stop.
Sitting up sleepily in her bed, the girl used a limb to brush her hair out of her face while her arms stretched their weary muscles. Even with the wide, circular window in her room, the girl couldn’t tell what time it was and felt a little irritated, once again returning her attention to the object lying on her nightstand that was blinking annoyingly.
But the form of the object soon registered into her tired mind and the girl realized what it was, whipping out a limb to snatch it up with formed fingers and bringing it close to her face, staring at the flashing icon that meant that someone had left her a message.
She couldn’t allow herself to hope. It could have been anyone, but her mind was conjuring a scarlet mop of curls and a clear pair of blue eyes on the surface of her eyes. Hastily jamming the button in, the device beeped and an automated voice told her that she had one new message.
Yes, she knew that, she wanted the machine to just give her the message already. Finally it played, and the quiet air in her room filled with a dull clamor of noises.
Then she heard his voice.
It was so thick that she couldn’t make him out at first, but then he said her name, and there was something in his voice that immediately brought a frown to her face as she held it closer to her head, trying to make his words out over the background noises. His voice, there was something wrong with it, something she could hear but not identify.
“I love you. I need to you to know that, you have to know that. I love you so much.”
On the last word, she could hear his voice break, followed by something of a sob, a terrified noise that she had never heard in his voice before.
Suddenly a loud noise pierced the speakers on her communicator, the sounds of screaming, of crashing, of yelling, and she heard Etoile let out a strangled noise before suddenly the message cut off.
Wide, horrified golden eyes stared at the screen as it went dark again.
Etoile.
Silvery fingered ends squeezed the communicator, denting it and eventually crushing it into several pieces that she watched fall to the floor and scatter there, her expression empty save for the utmost terror.
The time didn’t matter anymore. The girl was out of the room in a second, the door slamming behind her and echoing in the empty halls, tears leaking out of the corners of her eyes as she went to find someone, anyone that could give her information, her shoulders heaving as the clear blue gaze in her mind that had first filled her with hope now filled her with piercing fear.
It. . . might make you cry, Roz and I are teary right now DX
It's an Etalo piece, and this is the first chapter. There will be two.
I. . . asdflkjsd I have nothing else to say. ;; READ IF YOU DARE AND HAVE TISSUES READY.
---
Like a blanket spread thin, a draping sheet of dark blue had settled over the night sky, casting shadows over the land below and lulling the inhabitants into a peaceful sleep. It was unusually clear for that time of year, and even from the ground, the moon and the stars were light and visible in their slow blinking. Yes, the night was beautiful, with a whispering breeze that whistled in the corners and architecture of the giant base. However, in a secluded corner of the east wing of the base, a lone figure was not sleeping, her lighted eyes searching the stars above.
The end of the silvery limb in front of her had spouted fingers so that it could cradle the communicator that her eyes occasionally glanced down to examine, as if expecting to see the screen illuminate any second now. But it was still a dull, deadened black, and a small breath of air seemed to sigh through the lithe frame of the girl, her head leaning back to rest against the wall.
Which of those little dots was he on?
Out of nowhere, the call had come about a week ago, startling them both. It had been a while since he had been assigned to a mission, and so they both had grown. . . almost complacent, in the way that they spent time together almost every day. Like fireflies in the darkest part of the night, it had been easy to see the happiness that danced over the sky blue surfaces of his eyes. They had enjoyed it.
But he was gone now, assigned to a mission that had been given a code 4-7, which meant that there was some chance of danger. It wasn’t that she didn’t trust him to be able to take care of himself; she did. But that didn’t stop the worry that sometimes crawled over her spine when she allowed herself to dwell on it for more than a few minutes.
Golden eyes glanced down at the blank screen over her communicator, but Nalo had stopped hoping. He was no doubt busy, or she would have heard something by now. There was no point in allowing herself to hope for the flashing icon that meant that she had an incoming message. It would just make the aching feel a little worse.
Out of everything, she hated the silence the most.
--
CRSHHHHK.
“Hold the defenses!”
“Where are the barricades, where are they?!”
“There are more of them!”
There was so much noise.
Grunting a little bit from the force, the male debated the idea of ignoring the order that he had been given. It didn’t matter how much force he poured onto the thick red layer of light that he had constructed. Each battering against it was harder, more difficult to hold back, and he could feel it aching in the very core of his muscles. It wasn’t helping; they were simply draining themselves of energy.
But this was no time to argue.
Blue lenses swept over the small area that they were currently holed up in, cornered like small creatures faced with carnivorous monsters. In the heat of the attack they had fled, outnumbered almost three to one, and tried to find a safe place to regroup for the next attack. The horror when they realized that they were being pursued had swept over them all, clouding their vision, panicking them into choosing a small cave that was difficult to defend, and now they were paying for it.
Various operatives were trying to hold up the rock wall that they had built on the mouth of the cave to defend themselves, including the weary Ganmade boy. Others were preparing to fight when the defenses finally fell; none of them had hope of being able to hold it until the attackers went away. A few were attending to those that had already sustained injuries, while some were barking orders in order to keep everyone focused.
Off to the side, his sister was one of the ones attending an injured being. She had offered to help hold the defenses but had instantly been denied the opportunity as they wanted to put her to a better use. He could hear her voice, carrying a rare tenderness as she tiredly, so tiredly, addressed the fallen operative, a newer one that was small and scared.
“Look, there. It’s all bandaged now. You’re going to be just fine. . . no, don’t cry.” A sniffling nose, and he could see her produce a handkerchief for the operative out of his peripheral vision. “You know, on my first mission, we were chased into a thick forest, so thick that we could barely see where we were going, and. . .”
The story seemed to distract the operative from his bleeding arm, and a tiny smile, one that was like a faint ghost on his lips, strayed across Etoile’s expression, only to disappear an instant later when something crashed against the wall of the cave, shaking the entire thing and almost throwing the Telarian male to the floor. His arms were shaking now as he regained balance, helplessly trying to keep the wall up.
Silence filled the entire cave, until a small sob broke it, coming from a girl near the back. Pale, dirt-stained yellow eyelids closed over blue lenses as Etoile swallowed. Fear, fear that was cold and chilling, it was shooting through him and everyone else as, for the first time, they allowed themselves to carry the idea that maybe they might not make it back off of the planet.
So much for a simple infiltration mission.
His throat was thick and it was hard for him to breathe steadily now. Something in him wanted to follow suit and cry, but somehow he was able to find more energy to keep throwing at the wall, holding the rocks in place as a large force rammed against the cave again, sending a few more to their knees as the strain became almost unbearable. I’m not going to leave here alive, Etoile thought to himself wearily, helplessly, and a single tear slipped down his cheek, carrying both fear and pain in the clear depths.
“Tala.” His voice was hoarse, and his sister gave him her attention instantly. She murmured something to the injured operative and came to stand at his side, putting one hand on his shoulder in silent support as he struggled to form the words that he needed to. “Please. . . take over for a minute. Please. I need to do something.”
Back at the base, the girl would have argued with him in that light, teasing manner that she always did. But she could hear the plea in his voice, the helpless desperation, and she silently nodded and reached up her own palms, letting a steady flow of green spread out to cover the red he was withdrawing, quickly, before his superiors could notice and stop him. He mumbled his thanks and slipped into a corner a distance away, fumbling in his pocket for the dirty communicator that he always kept with him.
Trembling fingers pressed a few of the digits and he could hear it ringing, almost drowned out by the noises in the cave. He prayed that the receiver wouldn’t pick up, because that would make it so much harder.
But no one answered, leaving him to assume that she was slumbering, and he took a second to bless her with a peaceful sleep as the tone sounded that signaled that he could now leave her a message. “Nalo.” Her name came out strangled and he cursed himself fiercely, silently, forcing his voice into a calmness. “Nalo. I, uhm. . .”
The words were so hard to find. What could he say to her while contemplating the idea that he would never look into her golden eyes again?
“I love you.” His shoulders heaved a little with a sob that he wouldn’t allow to become audible. “I need to you to know that, you have to know that. I love you so much.” Although he had been trying to keep a calm exterior, his voice broke on the last two words, turning into a helpless sob as he tried to find a way to tell her, to tell her what was going on.
Suddenly, the walls of the cave exploded into little fragments, blowing him and everyone else backwards. The communicator slipped from his fingers and was crushed by a few falling rocks and the boy watched from a crumpled heap on the floor as the army of incoming attackers blocked out the light from the mouth of the cave, throwing his whole world in a thundering, sinking black.
--
Something was flashing, and she wanted it to stop.
Sitting up sleepily in her bed, the girl used a limb to brush her hair out of her face while her arms stretched their weary muscles. Even with the wide, circular window in her room, the girl couldn’t tell what time it was and felt a little irritated, once again returning her attention to the object lying on her nightstand that was blinking annoyingly.
But the form of the object soon registered into her tired mind and the girl realized what it was, whipping out a limb to snatch it up with formed fingers and bringing it close to her face, staring at the flashing icon that meant that someone had left her a message.
She couldn’t allow herself to hope. It could have been anyone, but her mind was conjuring a scarlet mop of curls and a clear pair of blue eyes on the surface of her eyes. Hastily jamming the button in, the device beeped and an automated voice told her that she had one new message.
Yes, she knew that, she wanted the machine to just give her the message already. Finally it played, and the quiet air in her room filled with a dull clamor of noises.
Then she heard his voice.
It was so thick that she couldn’t make him out at first, but then he said her name, and there was something in his voice that immediately brought a frown to her face as she held it closer to her head, trying to make his words out over the background noises. His voice, there was something wrong with it, something she could hear but not identify.
“I love you. I need to you to know that, you have to know that. I love you so much.”
On the last word, she could hear his voice break, followed by something of a sob, a terrified noise that she had never heard in his voice before.
Suddenly a loud noise pierced the speakers on her communicator, the sounds of screaming, of crashing, of yelling, and she heard Etoile let out a strangled noise before suddenly the message cut off.
Wide, horrified golden eyes stared at the screen as it went dark again.
Etoile.
Silvery fingered ends squeezed the communicator, denting it and eventually crushing it into several pieces that she watched fall to the floor and scatter there, her expression empty save for the utmost terror.
The time didn’t matter anymore. The girl was out of the room in a second, the door slamming behind her and echoing in the empty halls, tears leaking out of the corners of her eyes as she went to find someone, anyone that could give her information, her shoulders heaving as the clear blue gaze in her mind that had first filled her with hope now filled her with piercing fear.
