Vision Of Escaflowne Fan Fiction ❯ Cryptic Knives ❯ My Immortal ( Chapter 6 )

Chapter Six

My Immortal

I'm so tired of being here
Suppressed by all my childish fears
And if you have to leave
I wish that you would just leave
'Cause your presence still lingers here
And it won't leave me alone

These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase

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Delphi awoke with a start once again. She had been waking up off and on all night. Everytime she would try, she would keep dreaming about her father's death, and then Chesta. She shook her head and wished that she had some water. Realizing that she wanted some water she instantly discovered that she had to go to the washroom.

Kicking off whatever sheet she had left over her, she made her way across the cold floor towards the door and starting pounding on it.

`Uh………I really need to go to the washroom.' When she didn't hear a response she pounded some more on the door. `I really need to go' she pleaded, thinking that he was just going to let her suffer. She heard some shifting on the floor and some whispering and the door opened.

Standing in front of her was a half a sleep Gatti and a half dressed Chesta; Delphi looked away.

`I need to go to the washroom………if it isn't too much trouble.' She said just above a whisper.

Chesta shook his head a little sleepily and said, `I was just goin there.' Chesta then looked at Gatti. `And you shouldn't be sleeping.' He said with an apprehending voice.

`Well, its not like she's going anywhere and I did have a very tiresome day.' He fought back weekly.

`Come on.' Chesta started down the hall and then stopped to kook at Gatti.

`You better come back here.' Gatti said towards Delphi, who nodded and quickly followed Chesta.

`Thank-you.' She said part way down the cold long corridor.

`I was headed that way, it isn't a big deal.' He turned a corner and was about to open a door when he realized that she had stopped.

She was rubbing her right arm. `I mean, about earlier. I didn't mean………'

`Don't worry about it. Go in here.' Chesta opened and Delphi made her way into the small bathroom.

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`Why did your father make you come here?' Delphi asked when coming back to her room. Chesta remained silent.

`My father was a little high-stung too. He was always making me learn how to defend myself. I'm sure if I was a boy I would have been sent here too.' She let out a small laugh and Chesta looked at her a little shocked.

`My father sent me here because he didn't want to look after me after my mother died.' They both stopped and for the first time that night she looked at his eyes.

`I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to bring up such memories.'

`You have to stop apologizing.' He said, opening another door and pulling her in.

`What are you doing?' She questioned. He set her down on one of the chairs and he sat on the edge of the table.

`Have you noticed anything different about your pendant?' He asked after a moment.

`This is about my pendant?' she asked angrily.

`Yes, have you looked at it lately?'

`What do you mean have I looked at it lately?' he inquired furiously.

`What color is it?' he asked.

`It's an emerald. It's greenish.' She said matter-of-factly.

`It's actually,' Chesta looked down at the pendant and said `pink.'

`Pink?' Delphi attempted looking at it, but she couldn't see it. Chesta nodded.

`Why?' She asked but Chesta shrugged his bare shoulders.

`I don't know. It was pink when I left last night. You don't feel any different right?' Delphi paused for a moment trying to deduce what he meant about "feel". She shook her head.

`No, at least I don't think so.'

`Tomorrow you will be seeing Folken. He might have an explanation to why your pendant………is doing what it is.'

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Delphi was still sleeping when a door slid open and a cloaked figure walked in. The figure walked over to the bed and shook Delphi who awoke with a start.

`Delphi?' Delphi yawned and looked into the turquoise-haired man.

`Yes?' she answered.

`Your necklace is changing colors is it?' He asked with a very soft voice. She shrugged her shoulders and mumbled, `I suppose. So I've been told.'

`I'm afraid I can't tell you why since I'm not even sure I know why myself. I think, however, it is changing because it is becoming more intact with your feelings, emotions.'

Delphi flopped back on her mattress `That is the worst bull-'

Folken was walking leisurely around the room as he cut Delphi off by saying, `One of the Dragon Slayers tell me that your very good at handling a sword.'

`What's it matter if I can handle a sword or not?' her voice was strenuous now that her head was hanging off the bed.

`Dilandau could use another man.' Folken told her thoughtfully. She let out a loud and hearty laugh and Folken looked at her in shock.

`You should know the fool better than I. He's a cynical prick, there is no way he'd let a demeaning woman fight with his `men'' she had now made her way to a sitting position on the bed with her legs hanging over the side.

`He'll listen to me.' Folken said and left the room.

`There is no way I'm going to even try to fight for some cynical bastard like Dilandau. And there is no way that I could possibly deign to be loyal to HIM. ' She thought bitterly. She stood up off of her walked around scorning everything that popped into her mind.

`How dare he try and get me to fight in his stupid militia. To kill innocent people nonetheless. Well I wont join.' She was quite satisfied with her final judgment as another thought came to her.

`What if I do this and I get better living quarters. Or I could use this as a chance to escape or something clever like that.' She stopped near the door and leaned against a wall. She crossed her arms and dipped her head. `Or revenge?' The door slid open again and shot her head towards the door. Folken stood there once again.

`Follow me.' She considered staying there but then pushed herself off the wall and clumsily followed him out of the door.

The halls were quiet and no one was around. She wondered at the back of her mind why no one was guarding her cell like someone always is. She shrugged it off and continued to follow Folken down the bland hallways with only doors and the odd light as decoration.

`This way.' Folken ordered as her turned down a corridor she had never been down before. There didn't seem to be any lights down this hall and the only light from the connecting hallway behind her was being swallowed in the darkness. Delphi started to fall behind a little bit, not liking being in the dark with him.

Delphi saw a light coming from a little window to her left just ahead of her. When Folken walked right passed it and rounded a corner she decided to peep inside. She stood on her tiptoes and her eyes just reached the small rectangular window. Inside there were tables with straps and huge lights above them. Beside, what she believed were examination tables, were tall but small trolleys carrying syringes and many types of liquid in them. There seems to be things broken all over the place. Something grabbed her shoulder and pulled her away just as she saw a bulky figure emerge and her breath caught in her throat and the hand pushed her against the wall. She looked up into Folken's eyes and over to her shoulder where a metal hand was holding her there. He leaned down close to her face.

`I said follow me. Do not try and comprehend things you cannot. Now, follow me.' He released her shoulder and she immediately brought her hand up to where it felt like he was crushing her against the wall instead of just lightly holding her there. She started to follow him again. They stopped at a door just beyond the corner and Folken told Delphi to go inside there. The door slid open and the two of them walked inside a well lit room.

Not much to Delphi's surprise, Dilandau was sitting on a chair with his feel upon a table, his eyes were fixated on a glass of wine he was swirling around mindlessly. When he noticed the company, he set his feet on the floor and standing up he placed his half full glass of wine on the table.

`So, you can play with a sword, or so I hear. ' Dilandau drawled.

`I don't play with anything you pig.' She spat while quickly realizing that she shouldn't have. Dilandau pushed her and she stumbled back.

`It would be prudent to hold your tongue, or I might just cut it out.'

`And it would also be `prudent' for you not to try. You might get hurt' She snapped at him sarcastically. She knew she was taking in more that she could chew, but at this point she didn't care.

`Are you threatening me?'

`Both of you sit down.' Folken said calmly. Delphi sat on the floor where she was standing but Dilandau remained standing with his mouth shut.

`I want you to put her in with your Dragon Slayers Dilandau.'

`No' Dilandau said quite roughly. `There is no way a female will fight with a bunch of MY men. It's not feasible'

`You're infeasible.' She said, once again coping his words and throwing her hands up in the air with false weakness.

`It is not up for discussion.' Folken turned his back on Delphi and looked Dilandau right in the eye. `You'll do as I say.'

`One of my slayers?' Dilandau asked slightly less aggressive and Folken nodded. `You will abide my rules.'

`What else is new?' she muttered under her breath and Dilandau seemed to have overlooked it.

`You get no special treatment. You train with the men, as hard as the men and you will fight like the men. I'm not going to let you off easy, do you understand? You are not going to get any sympathy from me and you are not leaving your cell. You are going to live in that until you die.'

`I didn't want sympathy from you. I don't want anything from you.' Dilandau walked towards her and picked her up off the floor roughly by grabbing her arm and throwing her towards the wall again. She winced in pain as her arms were starting to get really tender.

`And lastly, no talking back will be tolerated.' He yelled in her face and walked out of the room.

`I take it he's not happy?' she whispered.

`Get out.' Folken ordered. Delphi didn't need to be told twice, she quickly scooted out of the room and back from the way she came.

She quickly passed the room that seemed to be emitting a greenish glow quite quickly and down the darkened corridor into the light filled one. She walked straight, not really knowing where to go when she heard two voices. She gingerly walked to a corner and poked her head around to see two men standing there in the usual blue suit and armor.

`That's funny. I thought it was day off.' Delphi said in her head, a little confused that they would be in their get up even on their day off.

`………She left without Folken, so she has to be around her somewhere.' A soft voice said, sounding a little out of breath.

`I can't believe she is making us train today.' Another voice said acidly.

`We better find her before Lord Dilandau throws another fit.'

`Looking for me?' Delphi asked stepping out from behind the wall. The two boys looked in her direction. She recognized both of them. One of them was the tired soldier who was guarding her cell last night and the longhaired one was the one that always seemed to get hit for some reason or another.

`You!' the brown-haired boy grabbed her arm painfully and started to drag her down a familiar hallway, as familiar as they get anyway to the "Training Room".

`Ooh! I had lots of fun in here. Polishing all your swords!' she beamed and sweetly exclaimed sarcastically. The door opened and standing perfectly straight and being perfectly quiet were four other Dragon Slayers.

`This is the elite squad. You will be training with them, fighting against them and losing against them.' A smile flickered at his lips as Delphi stood facing the six of them as soon as the two missing joined.

`Miguel, Dalet, Gatti, Guimel, Chesta, and Viole.' Dilandau had pointed to each of them.

`I want you to at least try and beat my slayers since Folken says you can fight with a sword quite well.'

`I can.' She interrupted.

`Alright, Chesta.'

Chesta nodded and five slayers moved over to the side. Dilandau watched with immense interest. Chesta unsheathed his sword as a clatter and a noise of metal against metal reached their ears. Delphi looked down to see a sword at her feet. She picked it up and immediately Chesta charged at her, sword raised. She Quickly blocked his attack, but the force of it nearly knocked her over. Chesta swung his sword at her again and once again she blocked and blocked and blocked. She was slowly being backed up in to the corner.

With sudden fierce vitality, Delphi raised her sword high above her head and brought it down right onto Chesta's, making him stop his bombardment of attacks. She plunged her sword forward and Chesta moved out of the way, trying to get her in from behind. Delphi twisted her body around and her sword just shaved his away but she ended up falling. Chesta was shocked when she suddenly tripped over her feet that when it clicked in he didn't have time to register that she had swung her feet underneath his and took him out.

Chesta was just as fast as she was getting up. Both of their swords were still clashing with each other's. Chesta didn't seem to be going easy on her like she thought he would. In fact Chesta seemed to be doing all sorts of nasty tricks to win. He tried several times taking her out at the knees but she had managed getting out of that by winding her lithe body out of the way. She had more of an advantage she thought; she didn't have any constricting armor.

Dilandau swung his sword around that might have taken her head off but she ducked and while ducking she spun ninety degrees so that her back was facing him, stood up and thrust her elbow right into his stomach before he could comprehend what she was up to. She turned around and was going knee him in the face but he hit her in the face with the back of his hand holding his sword. She stumbled sideways, blood trickling from her mouth. When she looked back to begin fighting again, Chesta had his sword aimed right at her, ready to strike if she made another move. In defeat she dropped her sword.

Dilandau chuckled. `Predictable but very amusing' he said and brought a leather finger to his mouth and tapped mindlessly on his lower lip. `Dalet.' He nodded and unsheathed his sword.

`This isn't fair, don't I get a-' Dalet and swung his sword and she ducked `break?' She crawled out of the way as he brought his sword down and then she finally raised her sword and blocked his third attack. His sword slid right to the hilt of hers and she tried pushing it up but he was quite strong and being on her knees didn't help much. She used all her strength and pushed to the left. This caused Dalet's sword to slip off and sent him bending over his sword cutting her leg. Delphi took a sharp breath and bounced up off of the floor.

The cut wasn't bad, but it stung and made her limp a little bit. She didn't know why but suddenly she attention was focused on Dilandau and his wicked grin he was modeling. Out of the corner or her eye she saw his sword glisten as he brought it down, no doubt trying to take her head off but she blocked it just in time. She pushed him back and she kept pushing him back until he made her stumble backwards by stepping on her right foot. When she got up there was some distance between them so Delphi took a running charge. Dalet was ready for this and before she could get her sword down he tripped her and she was sent flying to the floor. Dalet triumphantly stepped on her hand, crushing it into her sword handle and the floor.

She was starting to get very sore and her muscles were starting to complain as Dilandau called up his next, Gatti. She stood up, narrowed her brows, pursed her lips and clutched her sword in both hands, staring zealously into Gatti's eyes. Her breathing was almost a pant and her palms were sweaty. She wasn't sure how much more of this she was able to talk as Gatti charged at her, pushing her up against the wall with his sword against hers. Delphi pushed as hard as she could but her muscles weren't used to this and they screamed in protest. She placed on foot on the wall behind her and pushed forward, moving him just enough to duck and scoot around him. Similar to what she did to Chesta, Delphi pushed Gatti into the wall, but Gatti spun around trying to hit Delphi but she ducked and he ended up colliding with the wall. She pushed him again with her forearm and he tried to hit her again but ended up hitting the wall.

Gatti swung his sword blindly behind him and it hit hers. He reached out a hand and grabbed one of hers bringing her so close that she was touching his body except for his sword that was between them by her neck. She couldn't do anything with her sword because of his grip so she struggled a bit and moved outwards but that caused her to drop her sword.

`And once again it's over and you lose.' Dilandau said gleefully. `I thought you could fight?'

`I can't fight consecutively without eating properly.' She panted. Her muscles ached and cried in protest when she tried to move. She ended up just falling onto the floor and sitting there.

`Giving up? What do you expect to do in a battle, they wont stop coming.' Dilandau toyed with her.

`Nothing.' She replied and lay backwards stretching her arms out. She heard the sheathing of a sword and the shuffling of feet. She found out that she was quite wrong about the sheeting of the sword when the blade of Dilandau's sword found her trachea.

`Going to kill me?' Dilandau lowered his sword to her pendant and there was a huge spark and Dilandau was sent flying across the room and Delphi was sent in the opposite direction, both hitting the wall hard and falling on the floor. Delphi, however, didn't get up but her pendant gave off a purplish glow as she lay there.

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Okay……… my sincerest apologize that this took so long to upload or write. I've been sooooo busy with school and my classes, and the play and badminton, and yearbook committee and choir and whatever else I do for that stupid school that I have no time for myself. Now that it is March break… ladeda! I update.

Well please tell me what you think about this chapter. And oh, as for the grammar errors, I'm sorry, but I hate re-reading something I just wrote! Ta, ta

Yours truly,

Sweet Roses