Vision Of Escaflowne Fan Fiction ❯ Dilandau Flying Out of a Window ❯ Torture.... ( Chapter 1 )

Well, I decided that because everyone seems to love my "Dilandau Falling Down the Stairs" that everyone might like this. I hope you enjoy, and review!!!

Dilandau Flying Out of a Window

Dilandau sniffed and dusted off his arm, looking around discreetly as he made sure he looked immaculate. After falling down that disgustingly long staircase in the Vione, he wasn't in the mood for looking so disheveled again. He'd had nightmares for a good week.

Thinking about it now made him smirk his twisted smile. That flight of stairs had paid. He had gone back later, somewhat trembling (but he didn't admit that) as he lifted a sword above his head and let it swing down with brutal force. Hack after hack after hack...then a deliciously evil insane laugh filled the air as he pointed at the mangled stairs, laughing. Gods, had that been a highlight of his life. Mangled stairs, he had thought, twitching every once and a while.

Yes, that had been something wonderful, hacking those stairs. He would never forget that.

He sighed now, strutting along an enormous window that was built into the side of the Vione. It provided quite the glorious view, and he let his "feminine" side overtake him for a moment as he leaned against the window and stared down the ground a good mile below.

As he gazed down at the luscious greenery and trees, he began to think what it would be like to fly-with wings-like Van.

Van, he snarled, digging his nails into the glass with sudden ferocity. He surprised himself when the glass cracked, and the whole sheet of it shattered and went flying to the ground below. The force of the wind around the Vione pulled at him, sucking him closer and closer out the window. He screamed for help, but no one heard him. Dilandau, in all dignified respect, was now a helpless baby bird, hurdling down to the ground miles below, about to be smashed into oblivion.

He laughed at the irony as his skin was nearly ripped off his face and he pulled his arms into his body, wrapping them around himself as he laughed hysterically.

"Flying...flying like a birdie. I'm gonna fly to Van and make him DIE!!! BWAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"

He ignored the ever-approaching ground and swam through the air like a fish. "Bwehehehe..." he chuckled, bringing his arms back into his body as he just had to rub his hands together somewhat evilly. He then continued to swim like a fish in the um, air.

He started bobbing his head as a song developed in his head:

I'm gonna go kill Van

He's nothing but a spawn

He has a pathetic amount of brawn

His name should be Shawn

He's nothing but a pawn

In my game

It's a shame

That his aim

Is about to head towards

My numerous swords

(Mwahahaha)

Oh, dear Vannie boy

I'm here to annoy

And destroy

Your tiny body

Is about to be disembodied

So here I come

To kill your ass

I'm going to defy the law of conservation of mass

(What the hell is that)

But anyhow

You're going to die

I'm gonna watch you FRY

And as your pathetic body flies

Oh SHIT-is that the ground?!

It was. He flapped his arms like a loose sack of flour, failing miserably to gain any air. The ground was coming too fast-he thought that he had been flying....

He felt tears come to his eyes and he threaded his fingers together and looked up into the sun, somewhat blinding himself. But he didn't care, he just prayed:

Gods,

I never ask for much

I'm not a South African Dutch

So can you help me?

(Crap, I think that was just pee)

But anyhow

Can you help me?

I won't cut down anymore Gaean Angelica Trees

I'll be tolerable to a degree

I won't fight over the sea

Is that a bee

That just hit my face?

(Whatever, I'm trying to pray)

So please

As this breeze

Sweeps over me

Let me live

I'll do something good

So is that understood?

He let out one final scream as he saw the ground approach. He squeezed his eyes shut tight as the ground approached, and then he frowned. Stupid ground. If he had his Alseides unit he would blow it up.

"STUPID ASS GROUND! WHAT THE HELL?! I'M TOO BEAUTIFUL FOR THIS!!!!!!! MY FACE IS GOING TO BE RUINED!! MY BEAUTIFUL FAAAAAAAAAAAAACE!!!!!!!!!"

He frothed at the mouth as the ground became closer and closer. "Die ground...die GROUND...DIE GR-!!!!"

He felt suddenly squished as he heard a loud swoosh and he stopped moving. He was disoriented for a minute as he looked around, spotting one of his Dragonslayers. He frowned.

"What the f-"

"Lord Dilandau! What happened? Lord Folken had me ordered to go save you, not giving anyone an explain-"

"Dallet, as soon as I get back to the Vione, have someone build wings into my armor."

"Um...yes, sir."

Hehehe. I couldn't come up with a really good ending, but oh well. And by the way, if you can come with other torture instances for Dilly, then tell me!