Aerith
I gasped as my head cracked against the side of the smoking beast (van). A second later the bunny girl, Karin landed next to me, her fall cushioned by Akira and another member's unfortunate stomach.
I coughed and tried to get air back into my lungs, the gas still lingering in the back of my throat. A couple members stirred and tried to move, but ended up toppling over one another in their stupor.
"Sitting ducks," Someone hissed in the back of the van, their voice bitter and angry. "Should have known."
Should have known what? What could we have done? What could I have done? I had walked around in a continuous haze, ever since Yeye died and didn't bother to rise some days. Another vampire, Alice I believe, had come and sat beside me, trying to show herself friendly, but eventually went away. Karin even made it round to my room to drop off a plate of food. Undeserving kindness for a sloth like myself.
I was dying from the inside.
"Let's go!" Came the call from outside the moving cage. I watched in detached fascination as the doors slammed shut on the face of a smirking, blond haired young man.
Then, the darkness was everything.
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A white haze surrounded my head and I knew I was no longer outside. The air felt sharper and less real in this place. Almost like a dream.
From behind my closed lids, I could detect no difference in light and everything was an unnaturally pale color. Slowly, I cracked my eyes open, blinking against the stunning whiteness of the room.
"Finally, Sleeping Beauty awakes." A man in a black lab coat stood beside my bed, his back turned to me. I caught the silky sheen of black hair as he retrieved a pen from a pocket. In his hands he held a clipboard onto which he scribbled furiously.
"X...L..." My tongue felt like it had been sucked dry and the back of my throat felt like sand paper.
"Yes. XL, this is where you and your," Here he paused and rested the clipboard on a table that looked like it was disinfected about, 30 times a day. "Friends, have been taken. I say friends loosely, considering you are close to the last of your kind. Anything you might have felt that you have had with these other creatures is false." With his back to me still, the black coated man produced a syringe from a side pocket, shaking the solution inside a few times.
"You couldn't know that." By now I was able to shake off some of the gas and catch a clear view of the room. It was in a fractured shape, the corners holding the reflection of the scientist and I in the room. Looking down, I found that everything below my shoulders was restrained by metal cuffs. Regardless, my fingers wound their way through the sheet, reveling in the coolness against my hot skin.
"I know more about you than you could ever know. Do not play a game you will not win, Aerith." His voice was flat and uninterested, but I felt like I had heard it before.
"What are you doing?" My mind could not register beyond the fact that everyone else who had been sitting on my side of the table was more than likely here. My subconscious told me to think of an escape route, while curiosity wanted me to see this person's face.
"Why would our beloved water dragon want to know such a thing?" A door behind me opened and cold, precise footsteps found their way to the bed. "Don't you just look at home." Sam, the conniving, forked-tongued human, stopped a couple inches away and leaned over the bed.
"It's a pity you didn't come sooner. You are somewhat more normal than the other puppets being led on false hopes by that werewolf. Do you, Aerith, believe in Akira? Would you follow her anywhere?" He held my gaze with dark intensity, no deception behind his question. The other black coated scientist moved to the side of Sam, his face still hidden from me. A second later, the needle entered my thigh.
"Does my answer still hold value to you?" Leaning against the restraints, I bared my teeth. In answer, Sam calmly straightened and whispered something into his colleague's ear. They both nodded and Sam left the room, his black coat flipping in 6 different angles of the mirror.
It was the two of us once more.
"Who are you?" The question finally surfaced. I watched the young man pick up his clipboard and run through the list again. Somewhere, someone screamed.
"Even if I told you, you wouldn't remember. You can't remember." He said at last. His clipboard dangled in between his forefinger and thumb.
"Try meeee," My words began to slur, but I fought the drugs. I had to know.
"I am nobody." Finally, he turned around I felt my heart stutter. Behind the shock of black hair was a face I knew. Or at least I thought I did. It was younger and more angular than I remembered, but it struck a chord.
"No..body..." Perhaps now I could rest knowing... knowing he was...
"Sweet dreams, Guardian."
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Blarghh. I'm alive, believe it or not. I enjoy reading everyone's post~ they sound so professional and I feel so noobish here. Getting ready to fail-- I mean take the PSAT. What. Fun (~T^T)~ __/ <---- my fail illustration of typing with a depressed face. My posts feel so short in comparison to everyone else's, but I'm too lazy to write more. Please, someone inspire me. Poetic words of wisdom, Acacia, why do you hold them from me D:
Okay, I shan't waste your time with my crappy cliffhanger.
