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Post by ::WOLFURchik:: on Sept 13, 2010 11:49:24 GMT -5
As the door swung open, and Miguel set his eyes apon Brigid, his target was set. There would be no backing down until his goal was complete. There would be no running away, and no matter how bad it turned out, he would complete his goal, one way or another.
"...What do you want?"
Miguel smiled lightly. He could tell that her hair had just been brushed, and she was really, really beautiful. It almost made him second think his own looks... maybe someday he would die his hair black. That might look better than green...
"Hi, Brigid. Can I talk to you for a minute?" Without waiting for an answer, he continued. "I know you and my sister have a whole... hate hate kind of relationship... but, do you think we can ignore that right now? I'd like to let you know that I am Miguel, not Isca, so no matter what she has done, I hope you don't have any hard feelings about me..."
He stood up tall and cooly put his hands in his pockets. He wasn't as tall as Howell, and his hair wasn't auburn. Still, he was considered by many to be relatively handsome, and there was no match for his bright blue eyes.
"Truth is, I've been noticing you. And I can't lie... I'm drawn to your beauty." He bit his lip. Was he actually doing this? A shudder whent through his body. "I'm not looking for a date or anything, but maybe I can help you...train. I can teach you stuff that even your teachers can't teach you."
"He folded his arms across his chest. "I mean, I've seen the way other girls look at you... like you're beautiful, but weak. I can change that. I can make them fear you."
'Really?' The voice in his head laughed. 'Where are you going with this?' Miguel smiled. 'Hopefully, I can make her stop thinking about Howell so much...' 'You really think your charm is enough?' Miguel scoffed. 'No, but girls are weak. When they spend enough time with someone of the opposite sex, feelings automatically start emerging.' 'You are right about that. You know women well.' 'Everyone has a weakness... all women have the same weakness.' 'Yeah, we'll see about that.'
Miguel looked back up at Brigid. "Besides, you really look like you need a friend. A friend who doesn't just care about money."
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Isca frowned. "Well...Ok... but we can't just stay here. Who knows who else Brigid will be sending." She grabbed his hand and twisted it around, inspecting it. "I guess your wounds aren't too bad... but we need to make sure they don't get worse." It took her a moment to realize that she was still holding his hand, and she quickly let go.
"If I can get you close enough to a water source, I may be able to help that headache of yours."
((Still bad... I'm telling you, my writing is worse than yours! D:< ))
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Post by :Kol-bia: on Sept 13, 2010 16:34:47 GMT -5
Howell nodded slowly as Isca spoke. He frowned as he tried to think of a better spot, one away from where they were now and near water. Suddenly, he remembered a small river bend his siblings and he used to swim and play around. “I know where, it shouldn’t be too far… Hopefully it hasn’t dried out after all these years.” He grabbed the hand Isca had just moments before grabbed his hand with.
He began to walk towards where he was almost positive the right direction. He turned his head every once in awhile to make sure Isca was okay. She was very close behind, mostly because he wasn’t going very fast at all.
“Howell, this way!” “I know where it is…! Where are the twins?” “Probably already there, you’re so slow!!”
Ghosts from his past floated in front of him, and like it had only been yesterday, Howell made his way through the forest. “Just a bit further.”
The forest immediately began to get thicker, and though they were straying further from the path, it was still close to the heart of Shikon Kentsume. He could hear the sound of water just a few meters away and stopped, dropping Isca’s hand as he did. “There. Just past those large rocks is a large pond. It empties out into a little river. Look around, if you want.” Howell sat down against another large rock, there were a few that seemed to surround the area. "Just let me sit for a minute."
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“I’m drawn to your beauty.”
The moment Mugi uttered those words, Brigid’s eyes widened, like she had been shot. Her face immediately turned red. She had gotten confessions from boys before. In fact, she couldn’t go a week without a love note or a love confession. However, something was different now. Mugi looked a lot like Isca, but he was definitely different. She could see the difference in their personalities.
Though she had shrunk against her doorframe, after Mugi finished speaking she crossed her arms over her chest. “F…First off, I’m not weak.” She glared at him for such a remark, no matter the truth to it. “But… Hart is always busy. And those teachers don’t know what they are doing.” She frowned with half her mouth as she fiddled with a piece with her hair, still deliberating his offer. “I want to be feared by everyone. I want to be more than just a pretty face.”
She glanced up at him. “You can help me. But don't expect anything in return... Your sister drives me nuts."
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Post by ::WOLFURchik:: on Sept 13, 2010 17:57:30 GMT -5
Miguel smiled. 'See?' He told the voice. 'Women are predictable.' 'Just watch your back kid. You die, and I die.' 'Die? I'm not doing anything that dangerous.'[/i] 'Everything is dangerous when your surname is Dubois.'[/i] 'Touché.'
"Great." He said in a nonchalant voice. "I'll come around to get you tomarrow morning, k?" He said, and gave a small wink. "Bring your favorite weapon, if you have one." He shoved his hands into his pockets and turned around, walking off cooly.
'You can act cool pretty well.' The voice commented, and Miguel laughed. 'Well, I have many talents.' He thought back in return. 'Cool, aloof... maybe you should die your hair black.' 'I would look hot, wouldn't I?' The voice didn't answer. Miguel laughed. 'Talk to you later, crazy voice.'
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Isca ventured forward towards the water, watching her step incase of snakes or scorpions. She glanced back at Howell and frowned. Her mind was a flurry of thoughts and fears. Seeing Howell hurt, even a little, reminded her of the day that the beast rampaged through the city.
"Daddy! Catch me!" Isca ran forward and leapt into the air. "oof!" The man grunted, catching the young girl in his arms. Miguel crossed his arms. "Dad, can you stop treating her just like a child? Don't we have training to do?"
The man tousled young Miguel's hair. "Mugi! You are no older than Isca! Both of you are still just children. You need to learn to have fun and enjoy yourself, otherwise, you are just going to wind up miserable."
Miguel crossed his arms tighter, but the man just made a funny face. Finally, Miguel laughed, and chased after his sister and father. A half an hour later, the three collapsed in the grass, gazing up at the stars.
"Daddy, do you think mommy might have dinner ready yet?" The man smiled and shrugged. "I don't know... why don't we go find out?" Isca smiled. She looked one last time up at the moon, which was turning a slight rust color.
That was the last thing she remembered before she blacked out. When she awoke, her mother was standing over her, tending to her wounds, which she didn't remember getting. "Mommy?" She coughed, grasping at her head. It was the worst headache she ever had.
Finally, she was able to stand up, and she went to the window. The sun was beginning to rise, and she could see smoke in the background. "Mommy! A fire!" Nobody moved. Nobody said a word. "Whats wrong?" Isca asked, then looked at her wounds. "Mommy, what happened?" She looked over at her father, who was sitting in a corner, his head in his hands.
"Daddy?" The man looked up. There were tears in his eyes. "I'm sorry sweetie... I never wanted this to happen?" The girl frowned. "What do you mean?" The man stood up and crossed the room to his daughter. He crouched to her level and put a hand on her shoulder. "Isca, I would never mean to hurt you, not on purpose." Isca's eyes widened.
"Sweetie, I did this to you." "Ferdinand!" Isca heard her mother shout. "Don't..." The man frowned. "Isca, I did something... it was an accident. You understand that, don't you?" Isca's eyes were wide. Suddenly, she could feel the difference in the air... It was deathening.
She ripped away from her father and ran outside. The air smelled of smoke and death, and she could still hear cries of fear and hopelessness from the city. She froze in her steps and stared down at her hands. They were cut and bruised... did her father do this to her?
A few days later, she was standing outside in a large group of people. A man was shouting in the middle, next to a noose. "This was no animal attack! This was a man! A murderous man! We must keep him from harming the city again! We must make sure that this never happens again!" A cheer bellowed out from the crowd, and Isca nearly puked.
Then she saw him, walking down through the crowd, his hands bound together by rope. When he reached the center, they pulled the noose around his neck. Isca buried her face in her mother's side. "Mommy no! Mommy no!! DO SOMETHING! STOP THEM!" The woman held her daughter, crying. The boy beside them stood still, arms by his side, fists balled together. He faught to hold back the tears.
A few moments later, the crowd cheered later, but the Dubois were too grief stricken to move. Isca remembered peeking out and seeing a certain auburn (almost orange) haired boy. He himself was crying, and the family that were normally always by his side were gone. Isca frowned. How could this have happened? How could her father... HER father, do thos?
Isca snapped out of her terrifying memories. "You feeling any better?" She called out to Howell, her hands hovering over the water. She focused, and formed an orb of water. Carefully, she walked back to Howell, carrying the orb in her hands. "This should help you heal faster and feel better..." She emerged each of his visable wounds in a seperate orb of water, then concentrating, she worked her magic. Emmediately, she could feel infection carrying germs being sucked into the water and away from Howell.
(( neh... I can't focus to write better Dx )
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Post by :Kol-bia: on Sept 14, 2010 0:29:14 GMT -5
(Haha, I’m just like tired and I want my writing to be this way but my head is just saying leave it xDD. Ps… I doubt you remember any of it… but this place should be familiar to you.)
Howell looked up at Isca as she carried an orb of water between her hands. He found element manipulation so fascinating, but what was even more interesting was how she was cleaning his wounds. He held out his arms so it would be easier for her. “Yeah, much better now.” He took a deep breath in; the smell alone of the clearing was nostalgic. “Thank you. Really.”
Howell waited until Isca was done cleaning his cuts and scrapes and stood up. He actually felt a lot better; maybe it was just the cool water on his skin, or maybe just Isca’s ability that had made him feel that way. He sighed, as if waking up from a good night’s rest. “Actually, I feel great. I guess a little magic was all I needed!” he laughed, though really, after what they had both been through, laughing was the last thing he should have done.
In truth, Howell wanted to talk to Isca. Now that he thought about it, he had never really talked to Isca about anything deeper than a chapter in a book. When they were younger, they spoke quite often, mostly at school. She was so kind and goofy, but that was just in front of him. Howell could only imagine what kind of hardships her family and her had to suffer because of her father.
Howell wandered towards the water, and sat himself on the small shore. The wind was beginning to grow chillier, and Howell idly wondered where the sun had gone. It was gloomy out now; Howell hated it, despite his love for cold weather.
Across the small pond there was another rock. The largest of them all. He smiled as he remembered that stupid rock. It had a lot of odd grooves and impressions on it from over the years, even before his siblings and he ever discovered the spot. He remembered being scolded for ever going here when he was a kid. His parents told him this place was actually an ancient spiritual ground, but that never stopped him from swimming in the pond.
“It brings back a lot of memories, coming here.” He turned to Isca, and motioned her over. “But that was a long time ago… have you been here before?”
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Post by ::WOLFURchik:: on Sept 14, 2010 0:59:19 GMT -5
Isca walked over to Howell, rubbing her arms from the chilled wind to keep them warm. Isca looked out over the water, feeling the wind chill her nostrils as she slowly breathed in and out.
The place seemed very familiar, almost Déjà Vu. She slipped her shoes off and rolled up her pant legs. She didn't care how ridiculous she looked, she took a step into the water, feeling the cool ripples soothe her toes.
"I don't think so." She finally answered Howell. She turned around and looked at him. In this lighting... he definately looked like his hair was orange. Isca chuckled to herself. Something about this did seem so strangly familiar, but she couldn't put her finger on it.
"Maybe, a long time ago. If I did, I was too young to remember. Besides school and the library, I'm almost always at home. I don't really... get out that often." She stared out across the water. She loved to hear the soft sounds of the gentle river. "I guess... thats what happens when your father..."
She paused, swallowing a lump in her throat and biting her lip. A dreadful feeling washed over her. "Howell... I am so, so sorry... about what happened. I... I had no idea that my father..." She paused and took a deep breath.
"He was a great dad... he loved everybody, everything. He was a warrior, you know. Before he became a dad. He faught for this village. He nearly died protecting it... and then..." She dropped her gaze to the rippling water. Small fish were nibbling at her toes.
"I'm sorry... I shouldn't... I'm sorry." She accidentally let a single tear escape her eye. It slid down her cheek and dripped into the water. The small fish darted away.
"Maybe I should just go home."
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Post by :Kol-bia: on Sept 14, 2010 1:40:19 GMT -5
Howell tensed as she mentioned her father. It was a hard subject, even now after so many years. He wanted to tell her everything was fine and not to worry about it, but that would be lying. His eyes dimmed, but still he still watched as she took a few steps into the water. Howell remembered so many good times with his siblings here out in the sun, and now as he saw her standing there, something about the area seemed to change.
“I understand what you say, about your father being kind. I heard stories about him and other men like him, fighting for our village. My father was one of those men. They were great warriors… but…” he closed his eyes so he wouldn’t see her face. “…Isca… you know I can’t…” He ran his fingers through his hair in utter frustration. Why couldn’t she have been born of another family? Why did their families have to be connected in such a way?
Howell could forgive Isca and her present family, but his own family’s death would always ache at the back of his head. Isca didn’t remind him of that night at all, though just her mentioning it stirred up so many emotions that it was hard to act like everything was alright.
Howell decided he didn’t want to get into it anymore. He stood up. “I’m sorry but I should go, I'll show you the way ou—“ he glanced up to catch her eye, and that was when he saw a tear run down her cheek.
Isca had wept for her own family, and he was sure for his as well; but seeing that tear shook his very core. She cared about him, simple as that. He was aware of the innocent crush she had on him, but it didn’t occur to him until now the true guilt and burden she felt.
Suddenly, the nostalgic air from the pond and area surrounding slinked away . An entirely different aura bloomed and overwhelmed. Suddenly, he didn’t want to go anywhere.
”Maybe I should just go home…”
Howell had stood, almost in awe of his new realization that he barley heard what she had said. When the words finally penetrated his skull, he drew a quick breath inward.
“W-Wait. No.”
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Post by ::WOLFURchik:: on Sept 14, 2010 1:55:45 GMT -5
Isca didn't turn around to look at him. She couldn't imagine the pain that he must have felt the night the beast attacked. She wished he could know how great of a person he was, and how it wasn't his fault... but somehow, she didn't think it would make a difference.
"W-Wait. No."
Howell's words reached her ears, and froze in her tracks. Everything that happened seemed to happen because Isca was a Dubois. And whats worse, she made this stupid decision to fall for a guy, who was already hurt because of who she was. It seemed that everything was her fault. Her worst fear was to hurt somebody, it always was, but now, it seemed that a curse followed her around like flies on a horse.
Still, Howell's words made her stop. She wasn't sure what to do or say next. Looking out across the water, she just wanted to jump in and take a swim. Maybe, if she hurried, she could disapear and never return. She could live alone, and nobody would be hurt if she made a mistake. She wouldn't make anyone sad, because she would be completely alone...
She knew how stupid the thought was, but it still seemed like the best option to her. Even Mugi had to constantly follow her around, just to make sure she didn't get hurt. She was a burden on everybody. She opened her hands and glanced down at the tiny scars. How could her father do this to her? How could he inflict her with such a curse?
"Howell, I'm sorry, but I really don't think I should hang out with you anymore. I'm afraid... that things will get worse. I don't want to see anybody get hurt... not again. Not ever."
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Post by :Kol-bia: on Sept 14, 2010 15:15:36 GMT -5
“Worse? I don’t see how things could get worse, Isca.” He tried to sound sincere, but his remark only made him sound like a jerk. Either way, he couldn’t lose her, not in this instant. He had that feeling as she turned away from him that she would never return. It was just like how his mother had left him on that night.
Howell reached out and grasped her shoulder. He didn’t grab too hard, though it was enough for him to stop her. “Please, don’t go. Don’t leave me alone.” His voice quaked, hand shivering ever so slightly. There was a small bit of desperation in his voice, trying to reach out, but only while seeming to pull away in the process.
“If you don’t want to hang out with me anymore, that’s fine. But tell me the reason is because you don’t like me, not because you’re afraid.” He moved so he stood in front of her, now both of his hands on her shoulders. “Look, both you and I can’t run away from our pasts. What happened was tragic, but I don’t blame you. I never will.” His expression softened, cheeks turning a bright shade of pink.
“I like you. A lot.” He nervously looked into her eyes. “You’re the only person that I can stand having a conversation with. You see me, not what I’ve lost.” Slowly, Howell moved closer to Isca, having to bend his back a bit to actually reach her level. His mouth twitched nervously as he took her chin and tilted it up, and lightly pressed his lips against hers. The kiss was innocent and quick; though Howell wanted to hold her tightly against him, he parted and took a step back. He was surprised by his actions, but at the same time satisfied.
His expression turned serious once again. “I understand the situation this puts you in, and I’m sorry. But it will take more than some words to make me stop wanting to be around you.”
(wow I wrote half of this last night and it made 100% no sense. Good thing I rewrote it... still lame but yeah)
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Post by ::WOLFURchik:: on Sept 14, 2010 17:44:08 GMT -5
(( Not lame. T.T so shut up! And oh wow... *realizes* this is going to turn out just SLIGHTLY different than last time XD ))
Isca stood there for a moment, shocked and unmoving. Had all that really just happened? Had Howell just expressed his feelings for her? Did he actually kiss her? She tried calculating things in her head, but it just wasn't right.
Her cheeks turned an apple red, and she stood there with her mouth agape. It seemed so perfect... her long time crush kissing her next to this beautiful river... it was everything she could have hoped for. He didn't judge her for being a Dubois, and he had picked her... short, ugly her, over the beautiful Brigid. It was everything she had been wishing, and yet... it just wasn't right.
After all, since the incident, she always thought that nobody would love her again. She felt like a cursed cloud followed her around, striking down everything she came close to. She had been picked on for so long that she would see herself in the mirror and just be disguisted. She hated herself... so how was it that tall, handsome Howell had just kissed her?
She took a step forward, her feelings for Howell nearly bursting through her heart. She wanted to just throw herself at him, run away with him, eventually get married, have kids, buy a beautiful home, and spend all her life totally making out with him...
She took another step forward, and slowly wrapped her arms around Howell in an embrace. "I wish..." She took a deep breath, being careful not to look in his eyes. "I wish I had known sooner." She pushed herself away from him and turned away.
"I wont let you get hurt, Howell. I... I care about you too much to let that happen." She reached up and began to rub her arms again, even though the wind no longer felt cold to her. She turned her head to look at him, and froze in his gaze.
"I love being around you too Howell, but I can't let... this...happen. I can't hang around with you Howell, because it will kill me to just be friends with you. I'm sorry... I'm... I'm so sorry."
She was fighting the tears. She didn't want to do this... but she didn't deserve him. After all, she couldn't even love herself, so how could she ever love somebody else? Yet telling all this to Howell... she felt like a monster. She hated to hurt anyone, but she knew she just hurt Howell.
She turned away again and began to walk away. She had to keep walking...she wasn't sure when she was going to stop. She would not allow herself to look back. She would not allow herself to fall for Howell anymore.
Just then, a pain shot through her head, and she collapsed onto her knees. She grabbed at her head, expressing her displeasure in a chorus of moans and grunts. The pain just kept getting worse and worse, and the world around her seemed to slowly fade away. She felt like she was going to explode.
The cresent marking on her forhead began to glow, first a bright blue, and slowly, it turned purple. It pulsated and grew until Isca could barely see anymore. The pain was so intense, yet familiar...
'I'm dying...' She thought to herself. 'I'm dying, and I hurt Howell. I am a monster...'
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Post by :Kol-bia: on Sept 14, 2010 21:04:49 GMT -5
This time, Howell didn’t try to stop Isca, he wasn’t sure what to expect after he kissed her, but it surely wasn’t the current outcome. The feeling of rejection didn’t both him, but the fact that Isca had hugged him, saying she liked him too... then to just walk away, it confused him. At the same time, he understood.
Howell turned back to the river after Isca disappeared through the thick brush. The sky was a murky blue as the sun had almost completely set... where had the day gone? Howell ran his fingers through his orange-- (who was he kidding?)—auburn hair with a short and sad sigh. So that was it. Maybe it was better, he would be less distracted and he wouldn’t have to lie to his aunt any more. He could go on, maybe ask Brigid out on a date… maybe she just had a few bad layers he needed to peel back.
What was he thinking? Howell kicked a stone into the pond, and with a plunk it sunk to the bottom. He could still feel her embrace around him, even after she left. “Maybe…” He was quickly interrupted by a crash, the sound of someone falling. Immediately followed by grunts and cries of pain.
Without another thought Howell ran to where Isca had disappeared. He jogged only a small distance before seeing her on the forest floor. “Isca! Isca, what’s wrong?” he knelt beside her and rest his hand on her back. His brow furrowed as he shook her slightly. “Isca!”
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Post by ::WOLFURchik:: on Sept 14, 2010 21:38:16 GMT -5
Thud. Miguel kicked a stone with the sid of his foot, and it landed in the grass. He let out a long sigh. He couldn't believe what he was doing. Of all people... Brigid? She was so obnoxious. She was bratty, and rich, and everything Miguel couldn't stand. Sure, she was beautiful, but that really WAS all she had going for her.
'You really are devoted to your sister. The voice emerged again with a chuckle. "She is my sister. Ofcourse I'm going to watch out for her." He said out loud. After all, nobody was watching him. 'I think you are scared.' "Scared? Of what?" 'That thing that your sister could become. The first time it emerged, it was because of the red moon. Now, any emotional problem she endures could be YOUR problem. If somebody breaks her heart, or if she gets too sad, or angry... its the night of the red moon all over again, and your daddy isn't here to stop her like he did last time.'
Miguel narrowed his eyes. "That's why I'm here." He snickered. "That's why you're here." 'Do you really think you're more powerful than your father? After all, he nearly died trying to stop the beast before, and now, Isca is older, and stronger. If things get any worse for her, the beast will be able to take over her body completly. ' Miguel smirked. "I'm not alone, you know! I've got you. That alone proves that I'm strong enough."
Suddenly, Miguel felt a pain in his head. "Da-mn." He cursed. 'Wow... it's starting sooner than I thought.' Miguel looked up around at the trees. He could feel it... The beast inside Isca was trying to take over. The only problem is that he had no idea where Isca was.
'I'm so stupid!' He cursed himself. 'I should have stayed with her!' Without knowing where he was going, he turned around and took off, hoping to find his sister before it was too late.'
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Isca could no longer see or hear anything. It was as if she was sucked into her own mind, where it was dark and depressing. She tried to look around, but she couldn't move. "What is happening?" She called out, but her voice just echoed and disapeared.
She could feel the pain pulsating through her body. It was terrifying. Suddenly, she felt something touch her. Something was touching her, but she couldn't see what it was.
"blood." A voice whispered from nearby. "I recognize this blood." Isca's eyes widened. "WHO ARE YOU?!" She called out, but what ever was whispering didn't seem to notice her. "A Trigue clan member? No... not that. But I recognize this blood... this tasty blood..."
The voice seemed to grow louder, as if it was coming towards her. "Yes. Mmm. This blood... I lust to taste it again. Just a bite... no, I shall devour him."
Out of nowhere, Isca's eyes met the eyes of a creature she had never seen before. It was starting at her with blood lust. Isca wanted to scream, but the beast had already silenced her. "I lust to taste this blood again. The blood of a Sullivan."
Isca's eyes widened. Howell... where was Howell? She wriggled, fighting the pain that was squeezing against her. Finally, her mouth was freed. "HOWELL!" She screamed into the darkness. "HOWELL!"
The beast infront of her laughed, showing its sharp fangs. "Howell Sullivan, is it then? I'll remember that name." The beast backed away, and slipped back into the darkness, the glow of its violet eyes slowly vanishing until Isca was left alone, shaking.
Then she felt that touch again. Somebody was still touching her. A sudden realization reached her, and she grabbed out towards that person. Her hand found grip on his shirt, and she awoke suddenly from the pain.
"HOWELL!" She screamed once more. She glanced around. She was back in the forest, shaking, but alive. The pain receeded, and she was left panting in Howell's grasp. Confused, and scared by what she had just seen, she reached out and locked her arms around Howell.
"Howell, I am so sorry!" She cried into his shirt. She wasn't sure what she was apologizing for, but she felt terrible... whatever it was. She buried her eyes in his chest, failing at containing her tears.
"I wont walk away from you again!" She cried. "I promise!" She pleaded. "I'm so sorry!"
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Post by :Kol-bia: on Sept 14, 2010 22:03:49 GMT -5
Howell grunted as Isca wrapped her arms around him, squeezing him close. She scared him half to death, and could barley grasp what had just happened to her. He rested his hand against her back, hoping it would calm her down a bit. “It’s okay, Isca.” He murmured, though really, he didn’t have the grounds to say what was okay and what wasn’t.
The expression on her face as she screamed his name wasn’t just fear, it was terror. “Isca, what happened? Are you all right? We should get you to a doctor or something…” he pulled away from her to cup her face in his hands. He examined her face, eyes stone cold and serious. She was ghostly pale; she still looked so terrified.
Howell could hear her heavy breathing still as the night soon fell over them. He quickly took off his jacket, his father’s old and worn jacket and draped it over her shoulders.
Howell wasn’t sure what to think of her exclamation, in fact he felt guilty. Had he brought that pain to her? He tried to push the thoughts from his head as he stood up. Isca was still hugging him tightly, so he easily lifted her. She was in no condition to walk, anyways.
He trudged through the forest (which wasn’t easy now that the sky was a dark navy.) There was light, though from the red moon. Howell gazed up at the beautiful and terrifying moon, it was just like that night. And that made Howell’ stomach twist and turn.
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Post by ::WOLFURchik:: on Sept 14, 2010 22:21:20 GMT -5
'It's calming down..." Miguel commented, though he didn't even try to slow down. How far away was his siser? He looked up at the sky. It had gotten dark so fast... and what was worse, the red moon was out. 'Don't get too confortable.' The voice exclaimed. 'The red moon is out. You have to hurry.' "Don't you think I already know that?!" Miguel shouted.
Finally, he could feel something strange. He knew where to go. He knew where Isca was. His mother had always told him that they had that kind of twin sense going on, but Miguel knew it was because of the beast that was locked away inside of her. He put a hand on the black pendant around his neck. "Let's just hope we wont have to use you." The voice laughed. 'Why not?! I'm aching for a battle!" Miguel frowned. Dear God, he hoped that wouldn't have to happen. Finally, he dodged enough trees, and he could see the two figures trudging through the woods. Isca was clinging onto Howell, almost zombie-like. What had happened? He stopped running, and gazed at the two in confusion. He could have sworn that the beast was appearing, all though now, the moon marking on Isca's forhead was only slightly glowing a soft blue.
'I said don't get comfortable!' The voice snapped. Miguel ran up to Howell and Isca. "What happened?" He asked, glad he had arrived before anything too serious happened. He noticed a cut on Isca's head and frowned.
"Let me take her." He nearly ordered Howell, but Isca wouldn't let go. "No, Mugi..." Isca said in a slur. "Please don't. I need him... I'm scared." Miguel glanced back and forth between Isca and Howell. Was Howell supressing the beast's energy? He was completly confused.
"O-ok." Mugi stuttered. "Howell, can you carry her to my house? We need to get her inside as soon as possible."
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Post by :Kol-bia: on Sept 14, 2010 23:15:28 GMT -5
Once Mugi appeared (again, in the knick of time), Howell quickly turned to him. “I don’t know what happened! She…” his voiced trailed off, he really didn’t know what had happened.
Howell looked to Isca as she spoke to them. She hadn’t calmed down at all yet, which worried him. He exhaled, the cold wind was really biting now, and even though Mugi was there, there was no great relief lifted from him.
“Alright, I’ll take her to your house.” He murmured, they were only a few metres away from the path they had strayed from earlier. “We’re almost home, Isca.” He muttered, hoping that his words could give her some relief.
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Post by ::WOLFURchik:: on Sept 14, 2010 23:23:23 GMT -5
Isca shuddered in Howell's arms, but she gripped him tighter. "I'm so sorry..." She murmered. Miguel frowned. He couldn't understand how Isca was still...human. He hoped that things didn't get worse, but just incase they did...atleast he had the pendant. Miguel nodded and led them back to his house.
Amai was already standing outside of the door, a terrified look on her face. When Miguel and the others made it there, she ran up to Isca. "Isca... is she ok?" Miguel nodded. "For now." Amai reached her hands out. "Let me take Isca..."
"Noooo..." Isca moaned, and Amai retracted her hands. She had never seen Isca like this before. It both scared and confused her. She looked at Howell. Did he know now? She bit her lip. "Come inside Howell, Miguel will explain things to you when Isca starts feeling better."
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Post by :Kol-bia: on Sept 14, 2010 23:37:19 GMT -5
Howell was surprised to see Amai so alert, and was hoping she would have an explanation. She did not, so all he could do was follow her inside the house. There, he looked around. There was feeling within him that felt he should leave, and not come back. The hair on the back of his neck rose the longer he held Isca, but he still held her tightly.
He looked around the quaint home, hoping for directions where to lay her down. She seemed like she wouldn’t budge from his arms, luckily she wasn’t at all heavy. Rabidly Howell’s heart beat in his chest, the sinking feeling didn’t help him, and he turned to Mugi, pale like Isca. “Mugi, I need to sit down.” He murmured, and quickly sat down on the couch, Isca still in tow. He hadn’t felt like this since the last time there was a red moon. But.. Isca was just sick. That was it. She needed some medicine, and she would be back to her funny old self. They could go to the library tomorrow, they could….
Howell hung his head in defeat. He was scared, and Isca wasn’t sick.
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Post by ::WOLFURchik:: on Sept 14, 2010 23:57:10 GMT -5
Miguel nodded at Howell. Amai looked at him worridly. "Baby, what do I do?" Miguel gave her a comforting look. "It isn't as bad as last time... hopefully it will stay that way. Could you grab some cold wet wash cloths? And..." He paused, trying to remember what his father had taught him. 'Flashlight.' the voice reminded him. "And a flash light. Please hurry, mom."
The woman nodded her head and rushed to the other side of the room. Isca was beginning to lose conscienceness again. Miguel nodded at Howell and slipped Isca from his grasp, laying his beside him on the couch. He felt her head. She was quickly gaining a fevor, which worried Miguel. He clung onto his pendant with his free hand, just incase.
Amai returned with a cold wash cloth and a flashlight, handing them over to Miguel. He placed the washcloth on her forehead, hoping to reduce the fevor. He held onto the flashlight, but wasn't quite ready to use it yet.
"Thanks, mom." Miguel spoke. Amai sat quietly in a nearby chair, her eyes wide and terrfied. Miguel looked over at Howell. "I'm sorry that you had to see this... Isca has... a condition." He froze. He couldn't tell him, not yet. He wasn't ready for that. Isca herself didn't even know anything yet. "Hopefully, she'll feel better in a few hours."
He took a deep sigh. Things were just not going right for Isca. It wasn't fair to her. Miguel looked back over at Howell. "You can go home, if you want. Isca wont even remember any of this, so its ok. I can take care of her from here." Suddenly, Isca reached for Howell's hand. Her skin was now cold to the touch, but sweaty.
"Please... don't...go..." Isca whispered between breaths. Her eyes were still closed, and she looked like she was still unconsious. It was amazing how Isca was moving, or talking at all. "Howell..." She spoke up again. "I'm scared... I need you..." She opened her eyes, just a bit. Their normal bright blue was faded and week. "I've...like you too you know.... for a while... I just... I don't want to be without you... I don't want to leave you..."
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Post by :Kol-bia: on Sept 15, 2010 0:21:02 GMT -5
Howell didn’t understand what the flashlight or pendant was for, but Howell had to just keep telling himself Isca was sick, and she would get better. The silence that had crept over the house made Howell nervously shake his knee; something he had done since childhood.
When Mugi mentioned that he could go home, Howell was hesitant. He didn’t want to leave Isca, but he could see his aunt going insane worrying about it. It must have been hours past his curfew. He wasn’t sure what to do, until Isca grasped his hand. He smiled weakly at her; at least she could do that.
”I don’t want to leave you...” Leave him? Howell was confused, but it didn’t matter all that much, since it meant that he needed to stay. Howell sat back on the couch and rested his hand ontop of hers. He looked up at Mugi with worried eyes, wide like Amai. “Mugi… she will be okay, right? I don’t know what’s…. going on.”
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Post by ::WOLFURchik:: on Sept 15, 2010 0:30:55 GMT -5
Miguel glanced back and forth from Isca to Howell. He realized what was going on at the same time Amai did. Amai had tears running down her face, but they weren't exactly sad tears. It reminded her of the time she had met Ferdinand Dubois. The first time she fell in love with him, and the first time he almost turned into the same beast that was affecting Isca now. It was that small flicker of new love that gave him the strength to fight the beast away.
"It will be a struggle." Amai answered Howell. "But as long as you ecourage her, she will be just fine. " She frowned, realizing that this would mean most of the night. "Your...aunt wont be too mad, will she?" She stood up and ran her fingers through her hair. "I'll go speak to her. I'll let her know what is going on..."
Isca kept her eyes on Howell. She looked almost lifeless, soulless. She just stared. Miguel looked at Howell. "I'm going to get another wet wash cloth... will you be ok to watch her for a few minutes? If she gets worse, at all, shout to me."
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Post by :Kol-bia: on Sept 15, 2010 2:43:51 GMT -5
"My aunt... if she hasn't sent a search party out yet, should be in hysterics. I... maybe it would be a good idea. Thank you, Mrs. Dubois." Howell nodded in appreciation, still too frightened to smile just yet.
"Will you be okay to watch her for a few minutes?" Howell wasn't sure if he could take on the responsibility, but something within him forced his head to nod and his lips to move. "I'll be fine." He turned his attention back to Isca as Mugi left for another cloth. The hand he had rested over top of hers was now grasping it. His looked down at her, not sure what to say to encourage her. It was hard because he had no idea what was wrong with her in the first place.
"Isca, I'm not going anywhere. It's okay." for her, his lips twitched into a smile that almost broke his face. "Mugi's here too. You'll be fine. I promise." He fell silent, still feeling the guilt of her situation weighing on him. He wasn't sure if it was a good idea, but he felt the need to apologize to her. "Isca, I'm sorry. I should have just left when I wasn't feeling well. I..." he paused at that. Would this really help? "Remember, Marriz Denoume's books will all be rented out by the end of the week, you better get well quick." With the most fake laugh he never tried to attempt, Howell was just kidding himself now. However, as he spoke, he at least kept his dark thoughts from coming too close.
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