Hey everyone, Dan here.
Sorry for takin so long on the second chappie, stuff came up and I ended up working on short story about my D and D char as well as other stuff. Anyway, it's 2 days after my birthday and I had the sudden urge to keep workin on this. As usual, I don't own any of the Guilty gear chars, or the songs or names of instant kills. Please feel free to review with any thoughts or suggestions
Chapter 2 A Solitude that asks nothing in return
The girl awoke face up in a forest glade. The warm sunlight gleamed through the leaves, and danced along the grass-carpeted ground. Her body ached, her head throbbed, her vision fuzzed and blurred. She reached behind her head and winced when her hand made painful contact with a large lump. She rolled onto her chest painfully and slowly forced herself up to her knees. The girl numbly took in her surroundings.
Where am I? She thought to herself.
What is this place?
How did I get here?
Questions flew through her battered head as she could only remember snippets of the previous events. Red leather, a guitar, barely she made out these images. She cradled her head in her hands as pain lanced through her skull. More bits and pieces flooded her memory. A girl in a pirate costume, a girl in a sailor uniform with torn denim shorts, a well muscled man with a trench coat. She could see them in her mind, but could not make out their faces. She was unable to pin any names to these shadowed figures in her psyche. She realized, she couldn't even pin a name to herself…
She agonizingly dragged herself to her feet, using a tree for leverage. She rested herself on the trunk of the tree, and gasped for breath. She felt her chest. The jolting pain lanced through her pectoral muscles.
It's a cracked rib… She heard a voice whisper faintly in the back of her mind.
She began to examine herself for more injuries. Her right wing was broken and in severe agony. She let the shattered wing hang limply as she looked at a crook in her tail. Another broken bone, she wiped a small amount of caked blood from under her nose, and slowly walked the forest. She limped along leaning on every tree she passed.
You need medical attention… the voice whispered softly
It was barely audible. She recognized the voice as female, but just like the figures in her memories, she couldn't place a name to it.
Her stomach growled. She felt like she hadn't eaten in over a day. She plucked some strange green berries from a nearby bush and chewed them. They were bitter.
The girl continued along through the forest. As she walked along brambles and thorns cut into her legs and tore her black stockings. Blood trickled freely from the minor scrapes. She pressed on. Dirt from the path kicked up and covered her shoes in grime. She saw the edge of the forest. There was a slight drop where the trees ended, and a large group of rocks piled up. The only way out of the forest was over the quarry.
Her heeled shoes refused to grip the large stones she attempted to climb over. She fell over forwards. And rolled down the side of the boulder quarry
"Kyaaaaa!" she yelped
She landed on her already broken wing and for a while lay motionless in the grass winded by the agony. Hot tears formed in her eyes. She was alone in the solitude of the forest, a solitude that asks nothing in return. No one was around to comfort her pains.
She remained motionless on the ground and cried herself to sleep.
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Testament was raging. No sooner than he had arrived on the human vessel he was assaulted by a childish girl wielding an anchor. He had learned from the trench coat wearing captain that Dizzy was flung from the side of the ship in a battle, and the winds were messing up his hair.
"She What?" he shrieked, his hands balled into fists and his already pale knuckles went ghost white.
"Well… ehm… she… fell thirty thousand feet off the side of the ship…" The blonde imbecile stammered.
"Your incompetence is ASTOUNDING! I cannot believe that I left her in YOUR custody! I trusted you would keep her safe!" The gear raved, his eyes glowed red.
"Relax, I already sent the girls in search teams to look for her. She's a gear so her body should be able to withstand a short drop." He said grimly behind his shades.
Testament's jaw dropped.
"Are you kidding me? Thirty thousand feet is not a short drop! And don't think you can pull any joker tricks with me pirate, if you don't find Dizzy you and your crew shall all face my anger!"
Johnny knew he was dealing with one pissed gear…
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The little girl poked the body with a stick.
"Is it dead?" one of the boys with her asked
She ignored him and prodded the body some more. She made several jabs at the legs, then moved up along to the body's thigh. She poked its navel multiple times. The girl blushed as she poked the figure's chest, and quickly moved to poke the body's forehead.
The three children had never seen a girl with blue hair before. They had never seen a girl with wings and a tail either.
"Maybe she's not a girl at all," One said hushed. "Maybe she's the spirit of the forest."
The other boy began to panic.
"If she's the spirit of the forest maybe you should stop pokin' her Miko!"
The child threw the stick away, and drew closer to the stiff body.
"I've never seen a spirit with such big…" one of the boys began to say, but was cut off with a sharp elbow from the girl.
The body twitched. The children leaped back in fear as the strange blur haired, winged, tailed girl began to stir. She moaned and slowly sat up. They hid in a nearby bush before she could open her eyes. They watched in silence as the girl began to stroke one of her wings, it looked broken.
"She's hurt…" The little girl whispered to her companions.
The spirit's head snapped to face their bush. Its eyes flared red in a mix of fear and a primal urge for self-preservation. The three of them trembled. They couldn't tell if the forest spirit had seen them or not, but her eyes were terrifying. The two boys were rooted in the bush and waited in dread for the spirit to come for them. The girl couldn't help but sneeze.
The sudden noise and rustling coming from the bush terrified the injured spirit. Her hands flew to her eyes and she shrunk against a tree. The spirit trembled.
The girl stood from her hiding spot and cautiously walked over to the spirit. She kneeled next to the cringing forest spirit and gently touched its azure colored hair. It shrunk even further.
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She was too injured to fight and too scared to flee. Something deep inside her was missing. A large void was all that remained of something that used to make her feel safe. Something called Necro. That something was gone, it had gone with the breaking of her wing. If it would ever return she didn't know. She cowered against the tree. It touched her hair. The girl trembled awaiting the final blow from whatever was assaulting her. It poked her square in the chest.
"What did you eat to make them so big miss forest spirit?" the voice asked
She looked up and saw a little girl staring straight at her. She tried to communicate, but found that she couldn't. She couldn't talk at all. She tried again and again, but no words came from her lips. The girl stared at her like she was insane. From the bush the two boys emerged and drew nearer. She tried to talk once more, and they were all surprised by the voice that sounded.
It had a British accent attached. But it wasn't hers. It was masculine in tone.
"I knew I saw something fall from the sky into the forest. I didn't expect an injured gear though. This is good, now I can test out my new techniques." Said the white haired man slightly grinning behind the locks that covered his face. He pulled two long sticks from his attaché case and connected them to form apool cue.
"Excellent…"
The children, and the girl watched him approach in fear…
Yea that's all for now, technically I was supposed to be writing an English poem assignment, but I chose to do this instead (because this is more fun). Please do come back and read chapter three when it's up.Criticisms are welcome