Title of chapter: Nothing, Nowhere.
Characters: Lavi / Tyki Mikk [mentioned]
Rating: Orange
FOOTNOTES One-shot / AU / Dark / Nonsense
Disclaimer: characters, places and habits are the property of Sensei Katsura Hoshino, the writing and situations are my property.
. Nothing, Nowhere.
Burned. As if in them had been injected with liquid fire-what absurd! - And with every step, every meter ground by the legs did not want nor could stop the pain increased. As the light of the machines that warns when the gas is running out. The principle was more or less the same. Only a machine can afford to stop. One who was so pitifully running towards any salvation does not.
She did not know what it is following. Actually did not even know why he was in that situation, but her whole body screamed to run and flee as quickly as possible. Sweat clung to the skull red hair, making them uncomfortably heavy and almost odious, given that hindered the sight of the boy, in itself eyed.
It was the grass under her feet-but it was really grass? - That implacable and watch the desperate flight from Hell to the Unknown. To nowhere and nowhere.
Going forward under that sky full of stars and weird, the red-haired boy could feel the humidity stretching its greedy fingers into his clothes to his skin and into the sweat that was slowly causing him chills icing that had nothing to so normal. A forest, where they came from here those claws, damp smell of decay. That smell not at all pleasant
managed to stop his mad rush to the first layers of the forest. He wrinkled his nose, not at all convinced. That place gave off a stench of decay and corruption, just as a burial just recently uncovered from the tomb raiders.
It was almost as breathing, and that the smell was exactly the breath of that mass of logs.
But he had no time to think long. A sigh ran down his neck, sweating and icy, repeating in a language sounding harsh and hard as his name forgotten ruins. "Lavi ... "The guy so
called pressed her hands into fists. He should not have to relax, had become far too close. Rotate the body, with a nervous step, to at least see death in the face. But nothing. Only a light mist, and the constant beating of distant wings of an insect, probably a moth.
with tense muscles and the heart which seemed to explode at any moment, he began to move slowly and close walk her back to the old trees. It was probably a big mistake. As animated by its own life, the tree nearest to Wash a root-raised or had already raised? - And the foot of the guy you tripped. For a moment
the world lost cohesion and consistency, turning into a swirling whirlpool of dirty green and smells stale, forgotten by time. There were no more trees defined land defined and undefined fears. The only real thing was precisely the fear that took on the characteristics of an uncomfortable presence and somehow familiar.
From air-air if it was, he was not so sure the back-slammed forcefully against what was undoubtedly the ground. A strange black earth without a blade of grass to give them color, which was spreading in the forest until a few seconds before had so much anguish. But it was not a forest as all the others. First of all was silent. Not a sound, not even a vague hint at the life that should populate the trees and the ground. Empty and silent as a tomb. And then ...
"There are no leaves ..." Lavi's voice, usually ringing is full of joy at that moment was terribly rough and worn. Perhaps the fault of the mad rush, perhaps because of that silence, which tended to absorb all sound different from himself. The scratch
shoes of the young on the stones seemed the equivalent of thunder and the roar of his feet was like an earthquake that shook the earth to its very foundations hidden and forbidden. It seemed to be completely alone in that grave made of earth.
wandered among those skeletons of a kind now forgotten, brushing occasionally with the bodies of his hand. Most of them broke off and disappeared from the face of that silent world as if it never existed.
was a long time, even knew what Lavi. The landscape was all the same, and only a strange glow coming from the trees low enough to make out to put one foot before the other. Boredom and monotony of all that made each lower level of alertness of the boy, that even he realized that he had stopped at what looked like a clearing. In front of his eyes suddenly and attentive maybe he was scared a skeleton. From the chest made of rotted ribs sticking a branch cruel and ancient, of the same consistency and hardness of marine coral. Winning the anger and disgust, curiosity mounted as a wave in the mind of the boy, who came to touch the sun and empty sockets of the skeleton.
How long have you lived there? He, too, had wandered to the forest? And why was dead with a stick in the chest?
swallowed, and felt the saliva scrape his throat parched by now. The terror experienced during the first race had liquefied the horror of dying there, away from any form of life as he wanted without being able to do anything to fight. He passed his hand on the branch, and only then heard the first sound of that terrible place of nightmare. A deep hum, similar to drums and lost in underground tunnels, which seemed to come from far away, was approaching fast. Lavi stopped, slowly bring your hands against your chest. Could swear to have seen the trees move after the beginning of that requiem so terrible.
And indeed it was. Slow, silent as everything in this world, they were closing in on the boy and the skeleton. Arms stretched out to him that surely mirror that had removed the life to the man with no name, claims branches that glittered in the eyes of many swords Lavi as lethal.
He tried to move, to escape, apparently to escape the deadly trap. But his feet would not obey. Or better ... had simply vanished. And just at that moment he could see, with increasing terror, a mutilation of the skeleton nearby.
was missing toes.
She tried to scream, to reject those lifeless trunks with all the force that could engage in a terrible moment like that. But the vocal cords do not rispondettero the petition, only the arms somehow managed to delay the hour of his death.
" Lavi ... "A subtle caress the base of the neck, a sigh liquid on the skin terribly tense. A flash of golden eyes, and then a sharp pain followed by dark.
" Uh uh. "A figure dressed in a cloak of darkness that had come back that place is bent with white gloves to collect blood from the body by now battered and destroyed the young man had spurted in the wet black earth.
He bathed the index, holding it to his lips with a single fluid move. And then he laughed.
" Who is the next? Nothing, Nowhere, Is You coffin. "The
motionless silence was disturbed only by the dripping blood.
. Finish.
