Fan Fiction ❯ The Last Tear ❯ Part Two ( Chapter 2 )
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
+~*~+~*~+~*~+~*~+~*~+~*~+~*~+~*~+~*~+~*~+~*~+~*~+~*~+
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...
+~*~+~*~+~*~+~*~+~*~+~*~+~*~+~*~+~*~+~*~+~*~+~*~+~*~+