06-25-2009, 05:11 AM
2)
Darkness there, and the shapes within. Figures surrounded Robin; all women and all full of youth. Not one of them beyond the age of twenty. They glared at their common foe. Glared at him with loathing and rage.
Balthus stood his ground and watched. Laying a comforting hand on her shoulder, Robin's mother stood her ground. So did Balthus's wife, and his granddaughter, Simone. And dozens more came and surrounded her.
He laughed.
"Little girl," he chuckled. "Do you not know?"
Robin stood her ground as he again approached her. Even with the host surrounding her, Balthus was unwavering in his actions.
"They are nothing but memories." He stopped mere inches away to tower over her and grin, even as she scowled back. "They can do me no more harm than you." And with a wave of his hand, they faded away as vapor."Poor girl, they are long since dead."
The voices were always present with her. They comforted her. But with a single action they were gone. Robin stumbled back in disbelief.
"Well, save for your bitch of a mother," he spat out.
Pure hate flashed in her eyes and her hand slashed out and found their mark. "Aaaahh!" she screamed as her nails dug into the flesh of his cheeks.
Balthus stumbled back, almost falling as he lifted his hands to his bloodied face. He screamed in agony as Robin advanced.
Robin, please be okay...
Barely audible, the voice was everywhere yet nowhere.
"Danny?" she whispered. She turned back to where Balthus stood and found nothing.
"Danny!"
"Danny?" she groaned.
Tears continued to streak Daniel's face even as he heard her voice calling out to him. He cradled her in his arms as he hoped and wished that she would wake from this cursed slumber. She had spoken out before, mumbles of things he didn't understand. Yet he knew she fought back. He wrapped his arms even tighter around her and began to rock her like a child, resting her head against his chest.
"Danny?" she groaned again. Her eyes started to flutter as her eyelids struggled to open.
"Robin?" he whispered back as he softly lifted her head.
"So... tired..." she moaned.
He leaned forward and gently touched her face with his lips. Her arms rose up and slowly wrapped themselves around his neck as she slowly pulled herself up to meet his kiss with her own.
Tiberius stirred. Pain ripped through him as he realized he wasn't dead yet. He could still win. He could still get his well deserved prize.
Even as hazy and weak his vision was, he could still see. Some yards away he saw the two brats locked in an embrace. The elf-boy sitting on the floor and the girl resting in his lap as they had their arms locked around each other.
Her eyes popped open and glared sternly at him... then squinted as if she considered her new options.
Tiberius went numb with fear as Balthus continued to stare at him.
Darkness there, and the shapes within. Figures surrounded Robin; all women and all full of youth. Not one of them beyond the age of twenty. They glared at their common foe. Glared at him with loathing and rage.
Balthus stood his ground and watched. Laying a comforting hand on her shoulder, Robin's mother stood her ground. So did Balthus's wife, and his granddaughter, Simone. And dozens more came and surrounded her.
He laughed.
"Little girl," he chuckled. "Do you not know?"
Robin stood her ground as he again approached her. Even with the host surrounding her, Balthus was unwavering in his actions.
"They are nothing but memories." He stopped mere inches away to tower over her and grin, even as she scowled back. "They can do me no more harm than you." And with a wave of his hand, they faded away as vapor."Poor girl, they are long since dead."
The voices were always present with her. They comforted her. But with a single action they were gone. Robin stumbled back in disbelief.
"Well, save for your bitch of a mother," he spat out.
Pure hate flashed in her eyes and her hand slashed out and found their mark. "Aaaahh!" she screamed as her nails dug into the flesh of his cheeks.
Balthus stumbled back, almost falling as he lifted his hands to his bloodied face. He screamed in agony as Robin advanced.
Robin, please be okay...
Barely audible, the voice was everywhere yet nowhere.
"Danny?" she whispered. She turned back to where Balthus stood and found nothing.
"Danny!"
* * *
"Danny?" she groaned.
Tears continued to streak Daniel's face even as he heard her voice calling out to him. He cradled her in his arms as he hoped and wished that she would wake from this cursed slumber. She had spoken out before, mumbles of things he didn't understand. Yet he knew she fought back. He wrapped his arms even tighter around her and began to rock her like a child, resting her head against his chest.
"Danny?" she groaned again. Her eyes started to flutter as her eyelids struggled to open.
"Robin?" he whispered back as he softly lifted her head.
"So... tired..." she moaned.
He leaned forward and gently touched her face with his lips. Her arms rose up and slowly wrapped themselves around his neck as she slowly pulled herself up to meet his kiss with her own.
* * *
Tiberius stirred. Pain ripped through him as he realized he wasn't dead yet. He could still win. He could still get his well deserved prize.
Even as hazy and weak his vision was, he could still see. Some yards away he saw the two brats locked in an embrace. The elf-boy sitting on the floor and the girl resting in his lap as they had their arms locked around each other.
Her eyes popped open and glared sternly at him... then squinted as if she considered her new options.
Tiberius went numb with fear as Balthus continued to stare at him.