Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Nightmare Teaser ❯ Nightmare Teaser ( One-Shot )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: CrimsonRose 
This is the Teaser for the sequel to my story Scream. I couldn't help myself and had to put this up. A little foreshadowing on the last part of this trilogy. ^^
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Psychological / Supernatural | Type: Songfic | Uploaded On: 02.03.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.0K | Visits: 401 | Status: Teaser
This is the Teaser for the sequel to my story Scream. I couldn't help myself and had to put this up. A little foreshadowing on the last part of this trilogy. ^^
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Psychological / Supernatural | Type: Songfic | Uploaded On: 02.03.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.0K | Visits: 401 | Status: Teaser
Okay, this is a teaser that I couldn't resist to put up and for those who wanted a sequel for Scream this is an part of Nightmare.
Nightmare Teaser
By
Squall Morpheus Leonhart
He knew he was going insane. He knew that this was just another dream. He knew that the blood on his hands weren't real, that the semen wasn't his. He knew that the body beside him wasn't his sister's or Yohji's. He knew that this was just another nightmare. That's what it is, right?
He gasped as he felt the darkness suffocate him. He couldn't breathe. He felt something tighten around his neck, cutting off his air supply. He couldn't tell if this was still a dream or reality. Al he knew was that something was choking him. He felt something heavy in his right hand. Opening his eyes, he saw his katana in his hand. There, a glimmer of light reflected on something, a wire.
He blindly struck forward. He heard a groan and the suffocating stopped. Then another sound as something impaled his left shoulder. He pounced to the left and thrust downward, smelling the spilled blood on his blade. Another sound, this time a slash across his back. He did a backward thrust and smiled as the blood of his victim spattered on his bare back. Then as sudden as his last instinctive stroke, a white light revealed the victims of this white hunter.
He gasped as he saw them before him, plain as day, dying like mere roses cut off their stems. Blood flowed from their bodies and into the ground beneath them. On each of their faces was a blank expression. Then suddenly, it turned into a grim smile as each of the fallen corpses stood up. Their arms were arms were raised as if to pound him into the ground. Surely they wouldn't.
He ran away from them hoping to get away. However he was enwrapped into an embrace, a cold embrace. He turned to face his captor and saw his sister. Her eyes were dead as his companions. Her lips formed an insane smile as her grip tightened. He tried to get away, he tried to break loose but it was futile.
Then he saw the taller blonde wrap his wires around his neck. Two darts impaled his shoulders and the claws of the brunette struck his chest before embedding themselves into his heart. He gasped in agony as his sister took his sword and impaled him through his back and into his stomach. He squirmed but only succeeded to have the girl twist the bloodstained sword. As his world blackened, he whispered, "Is this what I receive from killing you, all of you? Alas it is too merciful…"
From the shadows of his mind, he heard the one voice that still taught him in the ways of the blade, "Nay, Orchid, this is only the beginning. Someday the Ghost will arise and the Healer as well. Yet you must sacrifice one thing or another. It will all end in tragedy, little Orchid. You will lose the one you love or the one you cherish or perhaps you will lose only the chance you have wanted from the beginning. It will all end in tragedy and your true sacrifice will be in vain."
As the words meaning passed through his mind, he tried to get away from this plane. All his strength was fading and his life was slowly being drained out of his body and mind. He would not last much longer. No he will not nor will he finally find the peace he had long searched for. He will die or be condemned in this prison of darkness; he will be forever cursed in this abyss.
Suddenly he did not want to face that fate. He wanted out; he wanted to wake up from this dream. He wanted to live again but if he woke up will he still wish that? He did not know but all he knew was that he wanted to go back to his harsh reality, his life of living. He wanted to go, he wanted to leave, he wanted to forget.
Despite his desperate attempts to leave this realm, he was trapped, trapped in the wires of his unrequited love, trapped in the grasp of his inner demon, trapped in the shadows of his anguish. He could not live in this realm of sorrow, woe and darkness, this abyss. He couldn't survive for all of his demons reined here and he was the slave to their will. In this realm he would suffer a thousand pains and suffer thousand tenfold of guilt and sorrow. He did not want to be here.
This place held too many memories, particularly the ones that pained him. These memories were part of his punishment. Each passed his eyes with great intensity from the explosion to the capturing of his sister. All of these and more flashed across his shut tight eyes, yet they still managed to manifest themselves into his mind, imprinting the horrifying memories forever in the broken mind and into his soul.
Scream. That's what he wanted to do. To scream until his lungs burst or he was freed from this plane, most likely the former. This was worst than his previous repeating nightmare. He wanted to leave his dark prison.
He felt his delicate mask break and crack as his shield was slowly chipped away. Bit by bit, he was breaking. Soon all of his defenses were gone and the demons finally had him in their grasp. He struggled against them, His strength failing. Then finally, he simply gave up. He couldn't fight anymore and he bowed his head in defeat. As the demons of darkness ravished his body, he let out a blood-churning scream. It was endless as the darkness around him.
Quote of inspiration:
Death is my final goal but your smile is my final wish
Squall Morpheus Leonhart
AN: There is a little foreshadowing for the sequel of this story. I hope you like the teaser!
Nightmare Teaser
By
Squall Morpheus Leonhart
He knew he was going insane. He knew that this was just another dream. He knew that the blood on his hands weren't real, that the semen wasn't his. He knew that the body beside him wasn't his sister's or Yohji's. He knew that this was just another nightmare. That's what it is, right?
He gasped as he felt the darkness suffocate him. He couldn't breathe. He felt something tighten around his neck, cutting off his air supply. He couldn't tell if this was still a dream or reality. Al he knew was that something was choking him. He felt something heavy in his right hand. Opening his eyes, he saw his katana in his hand. There, a glimmer of light reflected on something, a wire.
He blindly struck forward. He heard a groan and the suffocating stopped. Then another sound as something impaled his left shoulder. He pounced to the left and thrust downward, smelling the spilled blood on his blade. Another sound, this time a slash across his back. He did a backward thrust and smiled as the blood of his victim spattered on his bare back. Then as sudden as his last instinctive stroke, a white light revealed the victims of this white hunter.
He gasped as he saw them before him, plain as day, dying like mere roses cut off their stems. Blood flowed from their bodies and into the ground beneath them. On each of their faces was a blank expression. Then suddenly, it turned into a grim smile as each of the fallen corpses stood up. Their arms were arms were raised as if to pound him into the ground. Surely they wouldn't.
He ran away from them hoping to get away. However he was enwrapped into an embrace, a cold embrace. He turned to face his captor and saw his sister. Her eyes were dead as his companions. Her lips formed an insane smile as her grip tightened. He tried to get away, he tried to break loose but it was futile.
Then he saw the taller blonde wrap his wires around his neck. Two darts impaled his shoulders and the claws of the brunette struck his chest before embedding themselves into his heart. He gasped in agony as his sister took his sword and impaled him through his back and into his stomach. He squirmed but only succeeded to have the girl twist the bloodstained sword. As his world blackened, he whispered, "Is this what I receive from killing you, all of you? Alas it is too merciful…"
From the shadows of his mind, he heard the one voice that still taught him in the ways of the blade, "Nay, Orchid, this is only the beginning. Someday the Ghost will arise and the Healer as well. Yet you must sacrifice one thing or another. It will all end in tragedy, little Orchid. You will lose the one you love or the one you cherish or perhaps you will lose only the chance you have wanted from the beginning. It will all end in tragedy and your true sacrifice will be in vain."
As the words meaning passed through his mind, he tried to get away from this plane. All his strength was fading and his life was slowly being drained out of his body and mind. He would not last much longer. No he will not nor will he finally find the peace he had long searched for. He will die or be condemned in this prison of darkness; he will be forever cursed in this abyss.
Suddenly he did not want to face that fate. He wanted out; he wanted to wake up from this dream. He wanted to live again but if he woke up will he still wish that? He did not know but all he knew was that he wanted to go back to his harsh reality, his life of living. He wanted to go, he wanted to leave, he wanted to forget.
Despite his desperate attempts to leave this realm, he was trapped, trapped in the wires of his unrequited love, trapped in the grasp of his inner demon, trapped in the shadows of his anguish. He could not live in this realm of sorrow, woe and darkness, this abyss. He couldn't survive for all of his demons reined here and he was the slave to their will. In this realm he would suffer a thousand pains and suffer thousand tenfold of guilt and sorrow. He did not want to be here.
This place held too many memories, particularly the ones that pained him. These memories were part of his punishment. Each passed his eyes with great intensity from the explosion to the capturing of his sister. All of these and more flashed across his shut tight eyes, yet they still managed to manifest themselves into his mind, imprinting the horrifying memories forever in the broken mind and into his soul.
Scream. That's what he wanted to do. To scream until his lungs burst or he was freed from this plane, most likely the former. This was worst than his previous repeating nightmare. He wanted to leave his dark prison.
He felt his delicate mask break and crack as his shield was slowly chipped away. Bit by bit, he was breaking. Soon all of his defenses were gone and the demons finally had him in their grasp. He struggled against them, His strength failing. Then finally, he simply gave up. He couldn't fight anymore and he bowed his head in defeat. As the demons of darkness ravished his body, he let out a blood-churning scream. It was endless as the darkness around him.
Quote of inspiration:
Death is my final goal but your smile is my final wish
Squall Morpheus Leonhart
AN: There is a little foreshadowing for the sequel of this story. I hope you like the teaser!