Fan Fiction ❯ The Last Tear ❯ Part Six ( Chapter 6 )
[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]
Author: Antoinette Robins
Date: Wednesday, April 30, 2003
Warnings: ......well, I suggest that for those of you that are extremely religious and are easily offended that you don't read. This story contains some content that is purely that of my own imagination, but it does deal with such sacrilegious ideas as evil angels and the like.
Disclaimer: THEY'RE ALL MINE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ALL OF THEM!!!!!!!!!!! sorry...my first time having bothered to write a disclaimer in an original fic. All characters, places, ideas, and affiliated things such as STORYLINE and PLOT are hereby the copyrighted property of ME. However I would like to make a note that NO I DID NOT get any of the ideas for my storyline and plot from "Angel Sanctuary".
And now, on with the show!
(PS~ I live for reviews, and I'm not kidding. I review my own fics if no one else does, I'm that sad. So please take pity on me and leave a review of your own! I love knowing what the audience thinks.)
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Sinthellocius surveyed the room in anger. Empty. Judging from the lack of human heat, it had been so for hours.
Sythonelle came out of the bedroom dragging a white sheet with him. "Ydrib says that the girl is sick. It'll make her easier to track if we leave now," he told his older brother. Sin stood motionless, as if he hadn't heard his brother. "Aniki?" Syth tried again.
"Did Ydrib say how sick?" the elder twin asked.
Syth only shook his head. Sighing, Sin turned to the window they had used to enter. "Let's go while we can still follow her."
Upon the roof of the downtown motel there sat a giant, winged creature, with the head of an eagle and the tail of a lion. This creature was Ydrib, Ydrib was a griffin.
Ydrib sat, preening his feathered wings, waiting for his master, Sythonelle, to return. Looking up, he saw a blue-silver head peak up over the building ledge, followed by the small body it was attached to. Ydrib cocked his head and gave a piercing shriek of welcome.
"Hi," Syth grunted cheerfully as he hopped off of the fire escape latter. Sin followed without comment to the giant creature.
"Tnecs eht wollof," Syth commanded as he and Sin mounted. (A/N: Syth said, "Follow the scent")
With a shriek of consent, the griffin took off, amazingly unseen by the people below.
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Amarette opened her eyes. Her vision was no longer fuzzy or blurred from fever, and her breathing was regular instead of wheezing and broken by coughs. She swallowed and almost choked.
Not only was her throat extremely sore, but also when she had swallowed, the metallic taste of blood had coursed down her aching throat. She looked around and grabbed the glass of water that sat next to her on a small wooden stoop, so that she could wash away the foul taste.
Putting the empty glass back where she had found it, Amarette looked around herself. Where am I? She asked herself, as she looked down, perplexed, to see that she was sitting in a small cot.
She swung her legs over the side of the cot and slunk over to an old mirror that hung on the opposite wall. Opening her mouth wide, she began to investigate the recesses of her mouth. Sure enough, it was red and raw.
"Explains the blood," she whispered to herself.
"You shouldn't be out of bed!" an old voice behind her made Amarette jump. The voice was strangely familiar, but the man it belonged to was a mystery to her.
Seeing the terrified look in Amarette's eyes, the old man smiled reassuringly. "No need to worry. I am the reverend father Courin. I've been taking care of you. Malcolm bought you here," he explained.
Amarette calmed down slightly, remembering faintly a muffled conversation she had heard in a fevered haze. "Oh," she said, then swallowed painfully.
"Here, I though you would need some more water," Courin said, handing Amarette a full glass of water. "It's good to see that your fever has broken. I was worried."
Finishing off half the glass automatically, Amarette looked at he old man. "Thank you father. Umm...if it wouldn't be too much, do you know where Malcolm is?" she asked in a small whisper, which was all she could manage.
Father Courin stood a moment in silence before answering. "No. He left after he brought you here. I'm not sure what he went to do, or where he went."
Amarette nodded. You're lying to me, Old Man, she though to herself as she watched the priest straighten the area that had been her sick bed. Putting down the glass of water, she sighed. "Thank you for taking care of me father, but I'm afraid I need to leave now," Amarette said, watching the man's actions closely.
He was old, but he wasn't tiny. He had more likely than not served in the military at some point in his life. Meaning that if he wanted to, he could probably keep Amarette where she was.
Father Courin's actions, however, put these thoughts from Amarette's not unreasonably paranoid mind. He only sighed and stood up, facing Amarette with a sorrowful, yet happy glint in his deep brown eyes.
"If you must, you must. However, I do believe Malcolm will be disturbed at your leaving," he said thoughtfully.
Amarette nodded. She turned to leave when the good reverend's deep voice stopped her once more.
"Get yourself to a doctor. You're not as well as you might think you are," he said, handing her some money rolled into a cylinder.
Amarette's eyes widened. "I cannot take this," she began.
Courin hushed her gently. "You are in need. Take it, and take care of yourself," he said, gesturing to the way out.
Putting the money in her pocket, Amarette headed for the double doors. She was beginning to feel unusually light-spirited as she left the cathedral. The day was bright, even through the sky was a steely iron gray with impending storm clouds.
Looking up at the gray sky, all of Amarette's minorly euphoric feelings drained away from her body, just as the color did from her face. Not needing to look again, Amarette turned and ran back inside of the great stone building.
"Amarette?" the youthful voice of the blonde biker asked from the back.
"Malcolm!" her anxiety was increasing. He hadn't seen, no, correction: he couldn't see what she had. She hadn't told him anything, nothing about her gift, of the boys and the man from the bus stop.
"I came back to pick you up. The father had said you'd left," Malcolm said with worry. "Where were you going?"
"Can we talk about this somewhere else?" Amarette begged as the doors were opened and two blue-silver haired boys entered the cathedral.
Malcolm looked in the direction of the door, his electrified eyes flashing a storm gray. "Follow me," he said, gripping Amarette's wrist and quickly leading her deeper into the building.
"Damn it!" Sin cursed as he began to follow with Syth. "Don't lose them!" he called as Syth pulled ahead, being the quicker of the two.
"Right!" Syth called back as he pulled his chakram from his belt with a devilish smile.
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Amarette stood a moment, clearing her head. Looking around, she saw that they were in a rather large room. It looked a lot like a service area, with the altar where the preacher would preach, and the pews where the congregation would meet. Only, there had been a service area at the door, and Amarette remembered climbing at least four flights of stairs. Then, she saw a gigantic circular stained glass window. It had been the same window that, on the outside, had crowned the cold gray stone with exploding beauty.
