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The Damned
A/N: Okay...This story -shall- go more then just the little ghetto-ness it has so far. It -Shall- have sex in it...though just probably not right away like I usually do ^_^\"\"\" Enjoy~!
=Key=
/__/ - Thinking
\"__\" - Talking
-| The Damned |-
By: Miriku
Chapter One: The Search
Life and death held so much for one person. Some think that one just dies. Others thought one would die then come back, reincarnation I suppose. I never really understood what these people thought until everything happened to me. But...what readid did happened to me...?
The living and the dead has such a thin line in its barriers. I believe there has to be something inbetween these two completely barriers. But what about the things inbetween those lines? What was kept there? Was that where the undead were placed or was this the place where the people about to pass found? Was this barrier inbetween the others.... where I belonged..?
I used to have a twin sister. I still remember her bright smile and the adorable little giggles she made to this day. We looked almost alike...but my eyes were two different colors, mis-matched. She on the other hand, had the emerald green eyes. I only knew my lovable twin for eleven years...then she was taken in the middle of the night...but why? She was taken away by creatures I have never seen in our sweet little paradise. To this day, all I can remember of that night is black feathers...and her screams. That shrilling sound for help..
\"Crys!\" whimpers the eleven year old Cryst. Never have the twins been separated for such a long time like this. It\'s been three weeks since the sibling\'s disappearance...three lonesome, frightening weeks for Cryst. \"Crys...please come back...I need you\" Yet, everytime Cryst\'s pleas were made, there was never an answer. All she got, was the cold dark feeling of being alone for eternity.
So many times I called out my twin sister\'s name...and so many times I ended up with the h col cold feeling of knowing I will probably never see her again. I blame it on myself...for who else can I blame? How can I blame my sweet innocent sister for this? I could of done something...more then just watching her be taken. I was damned to have a life of enternal loneliness I suppose...
Months with by...and slowly I regained myself to carry on living. I was alone...never knowing what would en nen next. I once heard...never to look behind but always look forward. During those times...I had to look back. Maybe I would find my sister, maybe I would be able to see her once again. But I never did. Someday though...I knew I would see her again. But that day never showed up for years.
I turned sixteen not too long after they found me....
The day was brightly light by the sun. It was summer time, when the sun showed itself more then ever. The lake\'s water was crystal clear, shimmering beautifully in front of the sixteen year old Cryst. She matured during the five year time. Her body now had a woman\'s curve and her light blonde hair was to her back. The strands of hair were highlighted with the sun\'s rays. Clearly, she would remember this day for the rest of her life.
She rested quietly in the slightly warm water. Somewhat, this was the way the young sixteen year old relaxed. fivefive long years, she had been defending herself from wildlife and nature. Never did young Cryst know that a few people were watching her.
Her mis-matched eyes looked up at the light blue sky. There were no white little puffs of cloud nor a breeze. Everything seemed so peacefully.
\"Crys why won\'t you come back to me...was it something I did?\" She sighed a lightly. After a few more quiet moments of gazing at the sky, she dived underwater. She sprang back up, her hair wet, and her eyes close, lightly gasping for some air. They were there...in front of her. There were three of them...staring at her with somewhat cold eyes. Ebony feathers floated lightly on top of the clear water. Cryst gasped, quickly hiding her nude body.
\"Cryst....your sister is waiting...\" One of them spoke quietly. The man was huge...if you could call him a man. Four large ebony wings kept him floating over the water. He had a blade straped on his back, which somewhat scared her. Two piercing pale blue eyes watched the her...maybe he was curious. That, was something she did not know. Cryst did not know what to do..should she run or should she just go.
It only took a few moments for the young sixteen year old to decide. She ran..but she knew she would not get far nor did she. Two of them grabbed her quicker then she could swim to shore. They held each of her arms..holding them tighter then she would ever expect. It hurt her so much that she nearly screamed in pain. And no later then a few minutes, they took her away.
They took me to a place I never seen. There, they damned me...they put me into a eternal hell...never will I be able to know what death looks like. I am damned....and I wish I wasn\'t. Now I am this...the undead. I...apparently was killed then reborn into something completely different....now I am just....a creature. Shall I ever be normal...?
Katsuhiro Sukimoto placed the weared down black leather journal on the desk. For five years, he has been trying to track down this mysterious Cryst woman. Why was she so interesting to him..? He did not know. The last entry in the journal was dated back a hundred years ago. There were never records of a woman being named Cryst in the past five hundred years. People thought Katsuhiro was crazy but he never was...
He sighed, running his right hand slowly through his red hair. It was late. The time was ticking slowly down to one in the morning. Quietly, he made his way to the bedroom, only to completely fall straight onto the queen-sized bed of his. His eyes slowly closed. It only took a few minutes to fall into blissful sleep.
The same dream...her mis-matched eyes showing...always showing me her pain. Her long beautiful pale purple hair flowing down her shoulders...It almost seems like silk. I yearn to touch the strands, to let it flow through my fingertips...so she knows that everything will be fine. Yet...She always pulls herself away when I try. Is she afraid of me..?
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! The sound of Katsuhiro\'s alarm clock sounded off at 7:30 in the morning, giving him only six and a half hours of sleep. For five months the young twenty-four year old man has had the same dream repeatedly but never finished it. Sweat slightly coated his half naked form, which glistened somewhat in the newborn sun\'s rays. His pale blue eyes slowly opened as his hand (The one closest to the still beeping alarm clock) slammed itself against the annoying machine.
Slowly but surely, his medium built body slid off of the comfortable bed. With little groans and mumbles that usually said \'Sleep good, work fucks sleep over\', Katsuhiro made it to the bathroom of his appartment. Like most people, he took a morning shower.
~*~*~
Mikia Kaisha rested quite peacefully on the little bed of hers. She had been there for years upon years. Somewhat, she hoped to die during this slumber, but never did. For the past hundred years she slept, never moving. The rest...was mainly to recover and regain her strength. And that day, it was time to wake.
Something woke her up. A little voice in the back of her head told her it was time to awake. Maybe it was, but was it a good thing to face the shadows and the dark cruel world once again? Slowly, her mis-matched eyes opened, only to look at the darkness. She was in an attic of an old abandoned house...that had no lighat-sat-so-ever in the attic. This of course, was perfectly fine with her. Her stiff body slowly sat up as her eyes looked around gingerly. It was still the same to her...the damp drag, the dingy stech and even the spiders.
/What has awoken me.../ She thought quietly as she stood up on her feet for the first time in a hundred years.
Slowly, she pulled an over-used, black leather trench coat over her already clothed body. With silent footsteps, she wandered her way out of the attic, and into the world to find what has awoken her.
=Key=
/__/ - Thinking
\"__\" - Talking
-| The Damned |-
By: Miriku
Chapter One: The Search
Life and death held so much for one person. Some think that one just dies. Others thought one would die then come back, reincarnation I suppose. I never really understood what these people thought until everything happened to me. But...what readid did happened to me...?
The living and the dead has such a thin line in its barriers. I believe there has to be something inbetween these two completely barriers. But what about the things inbetween those lines? What was kept there? Was that where the undead were placed or was this the place where the people about to pass found? Was this barrier inbetween the others.... where I belonged..?
I used to have a twin sister. I still remember her bright smile and the adorable little giggles she made to this day. We looked almost alike...but my eyes were two different colors, mis-matched. She on the other hand, had the emerald green eyes. I only knew my lovable twin for eleven years...then she was taken in the middle of the night...but why? She was taken away by creatures I have never seen in our sweet little paradise. To this day, all I can remember of that night is black feathers...and her screams. That shrilling sound for help..
\"Crys!\" whimpers the eleven year old Cryst. Never have the twins been separated for such a long time like this. It\'s been three weeks since the sibling\'s disappearance...three lonesome, frightening weeks for Cryst. \"Crys...please come back...I need you\" Yet, everytime Cryst\'s pleas were made, there was never an answer. All she got, was the cold dark feeling of being alone for eternity.
So many times I called out my twin sister\'s name...and so many times I ended up with the h col cold feeling of knowing I will probably never see her again. I blame it on myself...for who else can I blame? How can I blame my sweet innocent sister for this? I could of done something...more then just watching her be taken. I was damned to have a life of enternal loneliness I suppose...
Months with by...and slowly I regained myself to carry on living. I was alone...never knowing what would en nen next. I once heard...never to look behind but always look forward. During those times...I had to look back. Maybe I would find my sister, maybe I would be able to see her once again. But I never did. Someday though...I knew I would see her again. But that day never showed up for years.
I turned sixteen not too long after they found me....
The day was brightly light by the sun. It was summer time, when the sun showed itself more then ever. The lake\'s water was crystal clear, shimmering beautifully in front of the sixteen year old Cryst. She matured during the five year time. Her body now had a woman\'s curve and her light blonde hair was to her back. The strands of hair were highlighted with the sun\'s rays. Clearly, she would remember this day for the rest of her life.
She rested quietly in the slightly warm water. Somewhat, this was the way the young sixteen year old relaxed. fivefive long years, she had been defending herself from wildlife and nature. Never did young Cryst know that a few people were watching her.
Her mis-matched eyes looked up at the light blue sky. There were no white little puffs of cloud nor a breeze. Everything seemed so peacefully.
\"Crys why won\'t you come back to me...was it something I did?\" She sighed a lightly. After a few more quiet moments of gazing at the sky, she dived underwater. She sprang back up, her hair wet, and her eyes close, lightly gasping for some air. They were there...in front of her. There were three of them...staring at her with somewhat cold eyes. Ebony feathers floated lightly on top of the clear water. Cryst gasped, quickly hiding her nude body.
\"Cryst....your sister is waiting...\" One of them spoke quietly. The man was huge...if you could call him a man. Four large ebony wings kept him floating over the water. He had a blade straped on his back, which somewhat scared her. Two piercing pale blue eyes watched the her...maybe he was curious. That, was something she did not know. Cryst did not know what to do..should she run or should she just go.
It only took a few moments for the young sixteen year old to decide. She ran..but she knew she would not get far nor did she. Two of them grabbed her quicker then she could swim to shore. They held each of her arms..holding them tighter then she would ever expect. It hurt her so much that she nearly screamed in pain. And no later then a few minutes, they took her away.
They took me to a place I never seen. There, they damned me...they put me into a eternal hell...never will I be able to know what death looks like. I am damned....and I wish I wasn\'t. Now I am this...the undead. I...apparently was killed then reborn into something completely different....now I am just....a creature. Shall I ever be normal...?
Katsuhiro Sukimoto placed the weared down black leather journal on the desk. For five years, he has been trying to track down this mysterious Cryst woman. Why was she so interesting to him..? He did not know. The last entry in the journal was dated back a hundred years ago. There were never records of a woman being named Cryst in the past five hundred years. People thought Katsuhiro was crazy but he never was...
He sighed, running his right hand slowly through his red hair. It was late. The time was ticking slowly down to one in the morning. Quietly, he made his way to the bedroom, only to completely fall straight onto the queen-sized bed of his. His eyes slowly closed. It only took a few minutes to fall into blissful sleep.
The same dream...her mis-matched eyes showing...always showing me her pain. Her long beautiful pale purple hair flowing down her shoulders...It almost seems like silk. I yearn to touch the strands, to let it flow through my fingertips...so she knows that everything will be fine. Yet...She always pulls herself away when I try. Is she afraid of me..?
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! The sound of Katsuhiro\'s alarm clock sounded off at 7:30 in the morning, giving him only six and a half hours of sleep. For five months the young twenty-four year old man has had the same dream repeatedly but never finished it. Sweat slightly coated his half naked form, which glistened somewhat in the newborn sun\'s rays. His pale blue eyes slowly opened as his hand (The one closest to the still beeping alarm clock) slammed itself against the annoying machine.
Slowly but surely, his medium built body slid off of the comfortable bed. With little groans and mumbles that usually said \'Sleep good, work fucks sleep over\', Katsuhiro made it to the bathroom of his appartment. Like most people, he took a morning shower.
~*~*~
Mikia Kaisha rested quite peacefully on the little bed of hers. She had been there for years upon years. Somewhat, she hoped to die during this slumber, but never did. For the past hundred years she slept, never moving. The rest...was mainly to recover and regain her strength. And that day, it was time to wake.
Something woke her up. A little voice in the back of her head told her it was time to awake. Maybe it was, but was it a good thing to face the shadows and the dark cruel world once again? Slowly, her mis-matched eyes opened, only to look at the darkness. She was in an attic of an old abandoned house...that had no lighat-sat-so-ever in the attic. This of course, was perfectly fine with her. Her stiff body slowly sat up as her eyes looked around gingerly. It was still the same to her...the damp drag, the dingy stech and even the spiders.
/What has awoken me.../ She thought quietly as she stood up on her feet for the first time in a hundred years.
Slowly, she pulled an over-used, black leather trench coat over her already clothed body. With silent footsteps, she wandered her way out of the attic, and into the world to find what has awoken her.