Vision Of Escaflowne Fan Fiction ❯ Cryptic Knives ❯ Scars ( Chapter 11 )

To all readers… If I still have any since I'm taking so much time to post this, but seriously, I have so much work that I'm doing it isn't funny, not that it would be I suppose. Well, if I have any readers, thanks for still reading, it means so much to me and all your reviews and feedback are helpful and so wonderful. Thank you so much for your support! Enjoy the chapter! (I did this while writing up my dramatic arts homework! ^ ^) By the way, someone, by the name of star child said that there should be more "romance" between the two…so I tried and I'm not good at it lol! So read and leave a review saying your likes and/or dislikes… hopefully no dislikes, but hey, I can't please everyone.

Thanks for reading! Yours Truly, Sweet Roses.

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Chapter 11

Scars

I tear my heart open

I sew myself shut

My weakness is that I care too much

My scars remind me the past is real

I tear my heart open just to feel

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Delphi awoke to bright lights burning her eyes and being strapped down to another metal table made her feel like ripping apart who ever did this to her. She tried to remember how she got there but she couldn't quite figure it out. She remembered Dilandau saying something along the lines of a manhunt or a simulation and then everything up until now was blank. It was really starting to piss her off, the fact that she couldn't remember why she was now lying strapped to a table. The whole idea was completely foolish to her.

Delphi pulled at the restraints around her wrists but wasn't able to do much at all. She heard a soft sliding noise behind her and then light poured over her but it fell back again leaving with the noise. The once elongated shadow that stood in front of the light disappeared into the nothingness that surrounded her. Delphi then heard the slight tapping of boots, not sure of which direction they were coming from because the sound seemed to bounce off of every wall.

Delphi frantically started to struggle against her bonds. Her head, being strapped down as well, started to leave a red mark across her forehead. The feet sped up and soon Chesta's head was in the light above her head holding her down and uttering soothing words to her.

`Delphi, stop. Listen to me, I'm not here to hurt you.' He said. It took a minute before her adrenalin slowed down to realize that it was Chesta.

`No… no your not.' She said breathlessly. `You're all against me, you just want this thing around my neck.'

`No. At first… maybe. But now, no.' Chesta whispered. He unclasped each of the straps around her wrists and ankles. They had dug into her skin and left detailed marks. Delphi sat up on the table and rubbed her wrists.

`I just... feel like letting go. I can't do this anymore. I mean, what am I fighting for?'

`What were you fighting for?' he asked with sympathy.

`Revenge? There isn't a point to fight anymore, no matter what I do; I'm always going to be someone's lab rat or a punching bag. Dilandau's right, I should just kill myself. Whatever reason he wants this pendant for he can have it.'

`No.' Chesta said sternly that made Delphi look up in wonder. `Don't you see? This pendant was given to you, you are it's protector, together they can do great damage to the world.'

`Either way I'll be dead so why do I care. Every one I love is dead so I ask once again, why should I care?' her voice was hard.

`Everyone?' Chesta still asked in his soft voice, his stare unmoving. That one simple word startled her. She stuttered but found herself at a lost for words. Nothing she could say could describe what type of feeling the one word had put on her.

`Almost everyone I suppose' she confessed with a whisper. She unlocked her eyes and looked down at her hands, which were still rubbing at her sore wrists.

Chesta moved closer to where he was almost between her legs. She felt the heat from his body but she still decided to stare at her wrist. Chesta lightly stroked her face and gently made her look up into his eyes once again.

`Delphi,'

`Please stop' she shook her head free and once again looked away from him. Chesta nonchalantly leaned forwards and kissed her forehead. Delphi couldn't help but fall into him.

As much as she could deny anything she couldn't deny the fact that the pit of her stomach was filled with fluttering butterflies.

`Delphi I know this sounds asinine and you may think I'm just ignorant but I think I'm in love with you.'

`You don't know what that is.' She was sad and it was apparent.

`Yes, I do.'

`I don't love you.' It was cold, firm and painful, Chesta's hands dropped to his side and he stumbled back from the sudden revelation.

`No, I know you feel something, whether it's love or just need, I know you feel it.'

`Ches-'

`Don't deny it, you are the first person I have ever been in love with, and I know you feel it, you have to.' Chesta once again put his hands on her shoulder and pulled himself close so that her forehead was leaning on his chest. `I would do anything for you.'

`You would do anything?' She pulled away and looked him in the eyes. She jumped off of the table, not leaving his eyes.

Chesta's face was filled with determination and worry. `Anything.' He confirmed.

`Don't love me.' She said simply and walked away not knowing what else to say. She didn't want to hurt him, she didn't want him to love her, she didn't want to love him but she didn't know why. Chesta stood un-moving, gazing at her back until she disappeared behind the door.

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Delphi had tears sliding down her cheeks, he was right she did feel something. She didn't know if it was love she was the one who didn't know what it was she has never been.

`You are truly magnificent. And you wonder why I'm intrigued by you?' The familiar voice chilled her.

`You don't know what you're dealing with.' She said.

`Do you?' he asked.

`Yes.'

`And what would that be.' He asked in the same tone as he started with.

`A psychopath, a little boy who is in love with me, a mad sorcerer who wants me as a lab rat,' she turned around to face Folken, `a pendant which I have to destroy rather then protect. Believe me,' she said venomously and stared long and hard at him. `I know exactly what I'm dealing with, so don't get in my way.' She turned around and wiped at her cheeks, ridding her cheeks of the stickiness.

`You'll be sorry the day you destroyed my life, cause yours is going to be turned upside down.' She continued her way down the hall towards the training room to claim her sword or at least take one.

She opened the door and walked into the darkness. She felt hate for everyone. She wanted revenge again. As soon as she heard the malicious voice she hated everything again, herself, Dilandau, the slayers. She felt like someone was searing her insides, felt like she wanted to die and wanted to live at the same time.

She looked around there was no one she was completely alone. No one else decided to train on their day off, although it really wasn't her day off she just got away from the lab where she was suppose to be Folken's piñata.

`I'm nobody's toy.' She could feel the stone around her neck cool rapidly but didn't think anything of it. She found the lantern and turned it up and the walls reflected it's warm glow. Yet it did not penetrate her cool skin. She turned on two more and decided to leave the rest, instead she walked over to a chest in the corner and opened it up. The metal smiled up at her as she reached in the box of goodies and pulled out a dagger and short sword.

`You want to see what I'm made of Dilandau. Do you need proof?' She held the dagger in her hand and the sharp side of the dagger of the inner upper arm. She pulled it across while clenching her teeth, soon after a small thin red line started to dye her skin and seep into the already blood-soaked world.

`If I destroy myself, I'll make so that you will not be able to use this stupid pendant.' She thought bitterly. She soon made twins of the lines causing red streaks to bubble above her skin and another, this one deeper.

`Delphi, I need to talk to you. So please-' Delphi turned around her arm at a ninety-degree angle and the knife in her other, the blood crawling to the tip with a sickly-sweet smile. She blinked repeatedly but still clutched onto the dagger.

Chesta ran over and shook her and made her drop the dagger. It shattered the silence for a split second as the blood splattered, and as she stared blankly at him he could only mouth the words why.

`I needed to see what I was made of.' She said as if she had just been found from being lost. She put one arm around his shoulder and leaned into him. He pushed her back.

`Stay here and don't move. I'll be right back.' He said gingerly as he sat her on the floor. She watched him leave and stared after him until he came back, holding some gauze. Upon walking back to sit beside her, her eyes followed him all the way as if he would disappear without her contact.

Chesta didn't want to ask her why; he had a sinking feeling that this was his fault. That he pushed her to such lengths.

`Why did you want to talk to me?' She asked curiously and yet almost casually as if nothing had happened.

`The cuts weren't deep enough that you needed stitches, thank god' he said. He handed her back her bandaged forearm and she set it down on her knee.

`Thank-you, but you didn't answer my question.' She was persistent.

`I wanted to apologize about earlier and how I treated you, if I had anything to do with this I'm so sorry.'

`What? This is, no, this has nothing to do with you.' She assured him.

`Why'

`I don't know what I was doing, I can't really remember doing it. I remember a hate burning up inside of me, the next thing I knew you were rushing towards me. I'm sorry if you thought that it-'

Chesta moved forward and held her face in his hands. They seemed soft to her, she didn't imagine blood stained hands could be so soft. She soon found herself wanting him to hold her again. Keep her from everything that she feels when he isn't around. She wanted to be safe, the need was so powerful that she crawled up into his arms and slowly Chesta wrapped him arms around her. She curled her arms around his waist and rested her head near the crevice of his neck.

`I don't hate you'

`That's a good step' Delphi shook her head in contempt, she didn't understand what he meant by that but she still held on in the shelter of his arms. She wanted to stay his forever, huddled in the corner of his protection.

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Amazing that this took…. Months to complete but I was busy give me a break. At least I've wanting to write for the past few months. Well please leave me a review, thanks so much for reading.

Yours truly,

Sweet Roses