Fan Fiction ❯ Hybrid Genesis ❯ 2. Aurora: Image ( Chapter 15 )

Aurora: Image

*collapses on bed* poof... So tired... By the way... I'm starting a new story, and hope you might want to read that one too. It's called: Jump Into Your Digital Side

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Croix: I DO NOT LOOK LIKE HIM!!!

SSC: *cough, cough, choke* Okay, okay, just ignore him.

No-Name: Why wasn't I here last time?

Chance: Who knows?

Madi: We don't like you, that's why.

No-Name: ... Wah...

Stixx: I'll cheer you up *lecherous grin*

Madi & Chance & Croix & No-Name & SSC: *backs away from Stixx*

Croix: So, what should we expect today author? *puts on sunglasses, just in case*

SSC: A dream, a fight, and some more crap. More boring stuff that will be explained soon enough. Or, perhaps you can understand it already, as it isn't too hard to figure out...

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//A warm smile; deceiving the hard cold hurt in the eyes; that glow with that iridescent light; no mortal human or creature could show that pure beauty, so innocent and utterly gorgeous...//

Chance opened his eyes slowly, surprised to find that the pain that assaulted him every second was ebbing away. He looked about himself, surprised to find he was in a comfortable bed. The sheets and pillows were white, clean, and seemingly perfect. He noticed a window with pretty white, lace curtains and a door of smooth, dark wood.

A figure walked towards him, and he squinted, trying to make out who it was. Or what it was... It looked human enough as it came towards him, the open door seeming to be a thousand miles away. It was a male, with pale skin like a ghost, clear blue eyes, and dark, dark black hair.

The person smiled, and Chance automatically found that he wanted to smile too. He let a small smile appear on his face, and the person opened his mouth to speak. "Who are you?" the man asked softly, a clear, warm, and beautiful voice.

Chance didn't answer; he felt his muscles were tight and unresponsive. He just couldn't open his mouth to respond. The man's smile fell and he turned away from Chance. Chance felt the oddest sensation of disappointment. He tried harder to speak, wanting the beautiful smile and happiness to come back. The man spoke again, but now his voice was harsh, cold, dark, and deep.

"I don't like it when people don't answer me."

Chance shivered, the room seeming to grow cold. He gasped as he looked down, the covers were slowly burning at the end, the flames an angry black, slowly licking up the bed to reach him. He happened to look up and the strangest thing happened. He could somehow tell that the pleasant smile had returned to the man's face, but something weird was happening to his skin.

His eyes slowly melted away, the pale, white skin dripping to the ground like raindrops. He cocked his head to the side, staring down at the ugly puddle of white. His hair slowly dropped off, one strand at a time, going faster and faster until the beautiful, silky, black hair fell to the ground, slowly burning white, like the color of his skin.

He looked over his shoulder at Chance, showing the proof that Chance's previous thoughts had been correct. The blue eyes were no longer there, and the smile that once was so beautiful... Now was grotesque, even with its happy presence. His body was now nothing but skeleton and raw muscle, which also was slowly decaying and stripping off.

He giggled, the bones jarring against each other, making a strange grinding and clicking sound. He turned and slowly walked towards Chance. Chance backed up on the bed; the black flames that had consumed the bedcovers, almost to him now. The man raised a bony hand and the white curtains zipped shut, turning to black wire. The door slammed shut, making a loud booming sound like thunder.

"Who... Who are you?" Chance whispered.

The man grinned, letting his head fall to one side as if he were a child, looking at something interesting and confusing. His voice was now warm again, filled with laughter. It seemed also, like a childs'. "I asked first."

"Chance..." Chance said slowly, feeling his muscles return to him. He slowly stood from the bed, wondering if he could fight such a monster.

"Chaaannccee...." the man said, testing the word. His voice rolled and lilted over the sounds as if it were some musical masterpiece.

He smiled in pleasure, and Chance could almost imagine the skin was there and the beautiful eyes closed in rapture. But no, this smile was a grotesque and utterly disgusting thing. It looked evil... it was so disgusting and horrible. The room turned chilly, and the floor slowly started to stain an ugly, charred black.

"W-What do you want from me?" Chance asked, wondering how he could get out of this nightmare.

"I want... Nothing... For now... But that, will... Change... Soon..."

Chance ran to the window, banging against it in a desperate attempt to escape. The black wire grabbed onto him, and wrapped about his arms. The glass on the window morphed oddly, turning into a face and lunging towards him, roaring. Chance yanked at his arms and managed to break free, falling to the floor, gasping for breath.

"Hannnn...." the voice came, wistful and sorrowful.

Chance knew the... Thing, was saying his name, and he looked up. Crystal tears fell from the hollow eyesockets, onto the ground. As they did, the floor slowly turned into an icy white. Chance looked over at the bedcovers, and saw that they were also turning the same color. The creature held out a bony hand to Chance, nonexistent blue eyes pleading, and Chance slowly lifted an arm as if in a trance, reaching out to take the offered hand.

"Sssssoo... Tasty... Can I touch you? Taste you? Have... you..."

Chance backed away as the former man walked towards him. He tripped, and fell backwards. Thousands of warnings screamed through his head as he fell and fell, and never stopped... Until he opened his eyes at last, the spinning seeming to stop as he did. He was sure, that he would never have been happier to see the eternal darkness, and feel the chains and the immeasurable pain, as he did then.

//And so... It begins...//

//Could you ever imagine just lovely beauty, unparalleled, untainted, and so... irresistible? It's not original... No, that beauty is anything but unique... It isn't real. Just in your mind... To create... Something different... Is... Tainted, ugly, sheer genius...//

Stixx dodged backwards quickly as the unnamed one swung the sword at him. Stixx patted his stomach a moment, and chuckled. "I felt it. But... What I'm curious about is, what should I call you?"

"Don't talk to me!" the silver-haired hybrid growled, swinging the sword through the air a few more times in a warning.

Stixx tipped his head back, staring up a moment before letting his gaze fall on the golden eyes. He narrowed his own, letting the light purple color seep darker and darker into a demonic red. He floated backwards slowly a moment before seeming to disappear into thin air. The violet breed looked around frantically, but only for a few seconds. A strong arm wrapped around his stomach, pulling his body flush against another.

He dropped his sword in surprise, and watched it as it slowly fell to the ground. And when it hit the ground, it shattered into a million pieces. Beautiful amethysts, shining gold, and burning silver, sprayed the earth with its morbid beauty. He struggled against the human arm, ripping at it with his claws.

A strong tail slammed into his chest, and the wind was knocked out of him. He gasped for breath, momentarily pausing in his struggle. And then, everything just seemed to melt away. Disappear.

//I will not stop. It will continue.//

Chance closed his eyes, listening to screams that were not his own. Or maybe they were. He knew he was screaming, but he couldn't hear his voice. But maybe, it was himself who was screaming. He wasn't sure. He wasn't sure of anything anymore. And when he had that second of pure bliss, when no pain came, the dream did.

The evil beauty in the shape of a man, slowly dying again in front of him. Those slow steps towards him, over the puddles of skin, hair, and muscle. Calling his name in the deceptively beautiful voice, and reaching out to him with the hand made of bone. Chance shivered in spite of the tremendous heat that seemed to be burning him as he lay in the flaming bed.

The creature bent over him, the bones clicking and scraping. The face came closer to him, just bone, nothing more. And the skin appeared as lips, kissing his own. Then a tongue pressed into his mouth, just gross muscle intruding his lips, kissing him desperately as blood poured from the open skin that really wasn't there...

//And all I can do is soundlessly scream, and listen as it echoes back to me...//

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Random Junk to Fill the Space a.k.a. We're Going To Stalk You

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Name: Unnamed (and he's the one I really didn't name. I have a lot of ideas...)

Age: 17 (I don't know his birthday)

Sex: Male

Hair: Long, silver

Eyes: Golden, described with `beautiful, unearthly, glowing'

Height: 212 cm

Weight: 95 kg

Occupation: Warrior/Pleasure hybrid

Likes: Croix, serving Croix, being with Croix, anything to do with... Croix, speaking different languages

Dislikes: Chiave Sleutel, Unk (I may get around to explaining that), Stixx, killing, deaths