Fan Fiction ❯ The Last Tear ❯ Part Two ( Chapter 2 )

[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]

Title: "The Last Tear"

Author: Antoinette Robins

Date: Thursday, April 10, 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.)

Part Two

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After the disturbing scene at the bus stop, Amarette had gotten to school without mishap. She met with her friends and greeted them cheerfully, accompanying them into the school.

Skating through her classes with the barest minimum amount of attention paid, it was amazing that Amarette was a 4.0 student without being a cheater. Today however, school was a welcome distraction from her screwed up personal life.

When the school day was over she got a ride to her first job with a friend to avoid using the bus. But even though she kept herself occupied, in the back of her mind there still lurked the terrifying image of the boys crossing the street to her.

When finally her shift was over at her second job she began the journey home. Still wanting to avoid the buses, Amarette planned out the safest and quickest route to her place and set off into the dark.

She hadn't gone far when she discovered her initial path was blocked by a traffic accident. Looking around she noticed a clear alley that she knew well. Amarette bit her lip in indecision. Did she dare take the dark back alleys home? It certainly would be quicker than re-routing all of the way around the wreck to get home. But what about safer? Definitely not.

Looking around again to make sure there wasn't something else she might of missed, Amarette crossed the road and ducked into the alley. It was very cold and dark in the back alley routes. Amarette began wishing that she had a flashlight, while cursing herself for being so stupid as to take to the alleyways at night.

Walking along cautiously and quickly, Amarette began to doubt exactly how expansive her knowledge of the alleys was when she heard something. She stopped walking. She strained her ears to listen..... yes! There it was again. It sounded like.... shoes.... footsteps through puddles. Now there were more of them!

Amarette broke into a run in the opposite direction, running fast, not caring where, as long as it led to an end of this labyrinth. She continued listening as she ran. Sure enough, her worst fears were realized. The footsteps were following her.

Her lungs began to burn as Amarette sprinted frantically through the alleys. The tired and aching muscles in her legs began to give out and she heard the footsteps gaining on her.

A new sound had joined that of her pursuer's footsteps. Was it shouts? Laughter? Curses? Amarette no longer cared. Pushing herself to keep going, she ducked around a corner and saw possibly the most glorious sight in the world.

It was the luminous glow of a streetlight, marking an exit to the maze of back streets. Hearing a crash as someone kicked an empty soda can across the concrete, Amarette turned to see her pursuers.

There were two of them, large and muscled. The men showed almost no sign that the chase had tired them out. Both slowed their pace to a looming approach, sinister smiles on their flat, ugly faces.

"Hey girl," said the one in front, continuing his approach even as Amarette backed away two steps for each of his.

Catching hint of the foul smell of alcohol on his breath, Amarette decided that it was not in her best interests to stay and chat. She swerved around on her heel and began to run again, only to come to an abrupt stop as a searing pain jolted through her scalp.

Crying out in pain, Amarette fell back into the arms of her drunken attacker, who still had a firm hold on her long hair.

"Don't run away," he said with speech slightly slurred. "You look lost...pretty girl like you shouldn't be running around all alone."

"Especially not at night, and in an alley," his partner added, moving in close. "Foreign beauty like you shouldn't go unescorted," he whispered with reeking breath.

Amarette was desperately trying to free herself from the first man's grasp while at the same time wriggling away from the drunken lips that were attempting to seal over her own.

"Hanashite!" she yelled at the top of her voice and kicked the man in front of her with all of the strength she could muster in her worn out legs.

The man grunted and fell to the ground holding his groin, but the first one held her fast. After cursing and yanking on Amarette's hair to angle her head upward, he slapped her with his free hand.

By this time the very drunk and now pissed off pig that Amarette had forced to the ground was back on his feet. He grabbed Amarette from his companion and slammed her against a wall, pinning her in the process.

"That wasn't very polite, was it?" He sneered, whispering in her ear.

"Maybe we should teach her some manners?" offered the other, and then joined his friend in drunken laughter.

"Yamette!" Amarette begged. She wriggled and writhed under the closeness of the man's body. She was scared and desperate, feeling stupid for having put herself in this position. Her panic and fear grew as the man's hand began to travel along the curves of her body.

"Yamette! Hanashite! Yamette! Tasukete, help!!!" she was about ready to make another attempt at escape when suddenly the laughing drunk in the background grunted in pain and fell right into his friend.

Shrugging the guy off, he turned to see his buddy lying on the ground with a bizarre blade sticking out the back of his skull. Turning back to Amarette, the man glared at her as if this was somehow her fault. However when he had turned to see his comrade, he had loosened his grip, enabling her escape.

The man was left alone in the alley with the body of his buddy next to him. Or was he alone? Before another thought could cross his puny mind, an identical blade sunk into his forehead, directly between the eyes.

Now all was quiet and still in the alley. The only movement to be seen was that of two silver gems that were the eyes of a being not of this world...

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Mondicos watched the scene unfold again. It had been perfect. What had gone wrong? Mondicos's thoughts were interrupted however, by the sounds of child-like play and laughter.

Glaring in the direction of the room's entrance, Mondicos watched as Syth came running through the room carrying a book and laughing genkily, closely pursued by Sin who was yelling curses and foul language you wouldn't think someone his age knew.

The twins passed through the Seeing Chamber (which Mondicos used as a study), leaving it echoing with their shouts and laughter, and Mondicos with a large headache. Watching them leave he gave them seven seconds. 6...5...4...3...2...1...

Down the hall there was a skidding sound, then a crash, and then the moaning of one or both of the boys.

"Itai!" Syth groan in tears as he pulled himself from the mess of overturned, spilled, and broken art and clutter.

"Gerrof mee~~~!" came the muffled, but definitely annoyed sound of his brother's voice.

Freaking out, Syth hurriedly jumped off the pile of miscellaneous junk and dug Sin out. "Gomen, Aniki!"

Glaring up at the innocent and truly sorry expression on his brother's face, Sin was about to tell him to forget about it when they heard a booming and furious voice behind them.

"Sinthellocius! Sythonelle! Seeing Chamber, now!" Mondicos bellowed. The boys tarried only a moment before leaping from the ornaments to speed down the hall.

The Seeing Chamber, through which Syth and Sin had passed earlier, was near the center of the obsidian temple. On the walls hung hundreds of brightly colored and perfectly designed tapestries. It was called the Seeing Chamber because the tapestries each acted as magical rips. The rips enable someone to see from the Demon World to the Human World, or visa versa.

When the boys skidded to a halt in the center of the room, they could tell that more was bothering Mondicos than broken pottery. The elder man was facing the centerpiece tapestry that spanned the entire wall. What any normal eye would have seen would have been a disturbingly accurate image of the night sky, but as Mondicos gazed into the woven picture, he witnessed an infuriating sight again and again.

He turned to face the two boys, his face seemingly calm. "Having fun were you?" Mondicos asked almost cheerfully, if it weren't for the fact that every word was dripping with bitterness.

The twins were silent. This side of Mondicos only showed when he was very angry.

"How can it be," he asked, the cold and angry tone returning to his voice, "That the last remaining crown princes of the noble house of Zah Rin are foolish little cretins? Each of you has the power to obliterate all who oppose you and stand in the way of our cause, and yet you spend your time at play like children of the human age you masquerade as*!" Mondicos glared at the twin prophets of their superior being, the Evil Will.

(*Author Note: Syth and Sin look about 10-12 years old. I forgot to mention it earlier ^.^;;)

"And while you're at play, our plans fail. From the beginning they fail!" yelled Mondicos, pointing a shaking finger at the tapestry behind him.

Taken by surprise, the boys were more than just a bit confused. What was he talking about? What was he blaming on them? Why was he blaming them?

Looking to the woven stars for answers, Syth and Sin's eyes went wide. The scene was that in the alley; Amarette's attack, and then her rescue.

"Who...who the fuck saved her?" Sinthellocius asked in awe.

"Yeah," Sythonelle added in, "We planned everything out. No one was gonna be around. Or at least there shouldn't have been anyone around."

That's right. It had all been planned. Amarette's attack had been meant to go further, into much more damaging areas. And yet there it was, the men dropping to the ground and the girl getting away.

Mondicos was furious for a reason more than just Amarette's escape. It was the puzzle of who was there? Who was where he wasn't supposed to have been?

Opening his mouth to bring these questions to light, Mondicos was cut off when Sin's brow furrowed as he concentrated on one instance of the scene and asked, "What was that?"

"Hn?" Mondicos turned to the tapestry. He couldn't tell what it was that had caught the boy's eye.

The scene began to replay itself again, and as the second man began to fall to his knees, Sin pointed. "That!"

"What is it, Aniki?" Syth asked, very confused. He approached the once again repeating scene with his brother. Letting them pass, Mondicos watched as the 13th Prince of the Demon Realm of Zah Rin studied the fabric.

When the scene reached the second man's death again, Sin put out his hand to still the image. Then he pointed to a bizarre object that was about to strike the man in the head. "That," he said.

Syth leaned closer to get a better look. It was a weapon of some kind, a blade. Maybe a knife, but the picture was too dark for him to see.

Mondicos pushed his way through to the tapestry, beady black eyes focused on the point Sin had specified. After a moment of study, Mondicos's eyes went wide with rage and he stood.

"What is it?" chorused the twins.

"Well, it explains why there was someone there that shouldn't have been," Mondicos said, more to himself than the very confused boys. Turning to them, he sneered in disgust. "It appears that our discovery hasn't gone unnoticed. That," he said, pointing to the darkened object, "is a Crucifix Dirk. Throwing dagger of an Archangel." Mondicos explained.

Both twins' blue-silver eyes widened in surprise. No, shock was a better term for it.

"Shimatta," Sin breathed through clenched teeth.

"An Archangel. Well isn't that perfect..."Syth added with exasperation and sarcasm that was unbecoming of his normally genki attitude.

Mondicos turned to leave the Seeing Chamber. He had much work to do now that the Angels had entered the equation. He was to the door when he came to one definite conclusion.

Turning back to Syth and Sin, Mondicos said, "We must wake her quickly. It is now time to think drastically. We must awaken her before the guardian makes contact. We cannot afford to lose her." With that, he spun on his heel and was gone.

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