Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Broken Bellowes ❯ Bright New Day ( Chapter 1 )

WARNINGS: Now this is where I would normally unleash a slew of warnings, but I'm going to actually try to keep this story pg-13ish (rated higher just for the blood) so for now all the warnings that I'll give are that this story is slash... that means a romantic/may-or-more-realistically-will-be-sexual relationship between two male characters. There will also be mild to strong violence... maybe... I still haven't decided where this story will go

AN: This is my first original story, feedback is highly appreciated

Oh, also, I own the plot and the characters, Anything that resembles anything else in real life is owned by its respective owner.

Chapter 1: Bright New Day

A wish, a dream, a shattered hope. A drop, a stream, a raging storm. Blood splattered walls and halls that reeked of death. Cold... dark... damp... quiet.

The smell he could handle, but the quiet... that's what really got to him. Every so often there'd be a hole the wall big enough to fit people through but they were all barred, chained, and above all, inescapable. He vaguely registered a pain in his arms, but he just couldn't bring himself to care at the moment.

“Is he still breathing?”

“Who cares?”

A dull thud as his face made contact with solid concrete. When had the ground snuck up on him like that? How long had it been since he was captured? A week? A month? A millennium? Maybe if he looked up... ow, pain, bad idea. Okay, so moving was out of the question, so now what? Not like anyone was going to save him. Not anymore. Not since...

No. He wasn't going to think about that. That was long ago, a different time. A different life.

Besides, all that mattered now was staying alive and a walk down memory lane wasn't going to get him anywhere.

But it was so hard.

So hard to breathe, so hard to blink... so hard to live. If only something would move, or make a noise, or let him know he wasn't alone.

A giggle. Who would be so inconsiderate and sadistic as to giggle at a time like... wait... a giggle. Giggling is noise. Noise means someone has to be there to make the noise. He wasn't alone. He wasn't alone! All he had to do was move, or yell, or something. He had to let whoever was there know he was alive. Had to let them know before they left... otherwise he'd be alone again.

Ow. Ow. Someone was poking him in the ribs. It hurt. His ribs were probably broken and all the stupid thing did was giggle when his body involuntarily convulsed.

“Wake up,” a voice said in between pokes and giggles, “Wake up. Stop bleeding and wake up.”

That soundly disturbingly like a little girl.

“Get up. I know you're awake and if you don't get up I'm going to hurt you.” Okay... that was definitely not normal little girl behavior. “I said get up.” Where did the giggles go and why was the ground floating away? Oh, so it was a little girl... only she was floating and so was he... and how did she get all the way over there?

“You're a bad little dolly.” Then the room became a blur as pain overrode all his senses and he felt his leg bend at an obscene angle. When the room decided to stop spinning he realized that she actually had the audacity to giggle again. “You humans are such brittle little toys.” She glared and he was thrown against the wall almost as if he had been hit by an invisible battering ram. “I'm going to break your bones,” an invisible punch to the stomach, “and make you bleed,” now his nose, “and make you scream.”

And so he was. His nose was gushing a fountain of blood, broken without any actual contact.

“And I'm going to enjoy every second of it.” Then, in a voice that sounded too adult for a little girl she asked, “Does that make me a bad person?” It was then that he noticed what was off about the little girl, her lips weren't moving, her doll's were.

He dropped to the ground with a loud thump.

“Aww, I have to go. It's beddy-bye time, you know.” Back to little girl mode then. “Be a good dolly and maybe I'll get you some company.”

The shadow beneath her came alive and rose around, enveloping her in a shroud of darkness. The shapeless blob then plunged into the ground leaving behind only the resounding echoes of complete silence. And he was alone again. Damn.

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Twenty-three hours, fifteen minutes, and sixteen seconds... seventeen... eighteen... If that eerie sun would just move, maybe he wouldn't have to count the seconds to know how long he'd been in there. Then again, was a black ball of fire in the sky really considered the sun? And to make things worse, his leg was swelling. First he gets captured and beaten, then some demon spawn little girl breaks his leg and then he gets left alone. Then, just to add insult to injury, he gets left alone in a room with no guards and the door wide open. And where was that damned groaning coming from? Oh. He was thew one groaning wasn't he?

Damned little demon spawn.

And why wasn't she back yet? How long was he expected to wait in suspense for anyway?

“Miss me?” He had to ask didn't he? “Well, aren't you just the most special little boy in all the land?”

Yeah, sure, he felt real special, laying on the ground in a pool of his own blood.

“They came for you.” The girl had to be bipolar, she went from giggling to cold-blooded killer at the drop of a hat. He groaned. What else could he do. They were here for him. He wondered if there was enough blood around to drown himself in. He raised his head to look beneath at the puddle. Damn, nowhere near enough. “I won't let them take you.” It came from his right, near the window. At that moment she was his best friend.

“Whether they know it or not, you're the key to ending this war for good.” Great, another psycho vent on world domination. “There's something inside you. No one knows what, but it will win the war for whoever finds out.” How did she know that? He thought he was the only one who knew. That was why he was running, so no one could use him. “Right now,” she never shut up did she. “You're the most valuable object on this planet.” The door shut itself. Loudly. “And I won't let you go.”

A bright flash came through the window as the sky burned with the intensity of multiple explosions. He heard the sounds of various weapons outside and recognized the distinct sound of the Transdecence and her main cannon.

When the heavily fortified iron door flew off its hinges across the room and he saw a familiar pair of identical female faces he knew he was doomed.

“Hand him over...” Damn. “...and we won't...” Damn. “... hurt you...” Damn. He felt like smashing his head on the floor. “...much.” That thing where they finished each other's sentences. It never got any less unnerving.

“No.”

That wasn't smart. They were mad now. He hoped they left. “Then we do this...” but he never got what he wanted, did he, “...the hard way.”

“The boy stays.” That voice was new. It was deep and distorted and definitely not human.

One of the twins launched herself at the girl, her speed carrying her faster than an untrained eye could see.

“Did you really think you could run from us?” The other twin was crouched over him. He did the one think he could think of doing. He spat in her face. It was more blood than spit, but the message was understood.

“Fine.” She clenched her arm in a fist and broke what was left of his nose, the force alone knocking him into unconsciousness before he felt the cartilage break.