Chapter 1 - Alone
Submitted July 17, 2006 Updated September 21, 2006 Status Incomplete | Worlds are being destroyed, and once again Riku finds himself wrapped up in a mission to save them. Now Riku must pursue Malifecent through strange new worlds with a partner he could live without, while trying to find the answers to his existence. Oneside
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Chapter 1 - Alone
Chapter 1 - Alone
The bustling expanse of metal skyscrapers and paved streets, of commerce and shops, business and trade, lies, disloyalty, deception, and deceit, was gone.
Silver City was gone, and all that remained was its empty steel and cement facade. The tiny lights still blinked in merry colors, even after the sun had dimmed out of existence, the radios still screeched from speakers knocked askew, though it had been three days since another human voice had been heard, for now she wandered through static silence. Steel still spiraled into the air, final testaments to humanity, thought no longer supporting floors or window, only fragments of glass and clumps of plaster. Fires still burnt over the horizon, the world in its final attempts to cleanse itself and begin anew.
Even thought she knew it was dead. The world was too far gone, and the darkness was too far deep. The damage had been done, and she was the only one who remained.
The wind howled darkly through the empty streets, picking up litter and tossing it about as she stumbled through the remaining debris. It was difficult, for ever street was congested with empty cars, and every sidewalk with fallen remains.
Yet there were no people. No bodies, no evidence, the world was empty.
Still she continued moving,with a gun holstered across her chest in a belt that had prove too big for her hips, and a sword and scabbard swinging jauntily through one of her belt loops.
Arms had been her first priority.
Food, shelter, and possible company, was her second.
Scrambling over a nearby parked car, she ducked behind the front wheel just in time to watch a pool of darkness pass where moments ago her feet had been.
These creatures filled the streets now, strange shadowy creatures that defied all law and reason. Able to climb up from the ground, and melt again in a pool of dark-matter, to vanish all together, and reappear at will. They ate people, that much to her was certain, but whether her weapons would work against them, she didn't know.
She had no intention of finding out. When she was sure the coast was clear, she stood, slowly, up from her hiding place, and studied the empty streets once more.
In the distance she could hear a church bell ringing.
It was amazing how much you could hear, when the world around you was empty. Carefully she began the trek, following the sound as it rose above the crackling static and stifling waves of silence. Every so often stopping as thought expecting another shadow to leap up and attack her. But nothing did, and before long she was sitting, alone, in one of the pews.
It wasn't long before she fell asleep.
When she awoke, an hour or so later, to the loud echoes of the bells above, she was not alone.
The shadows pooled and swayed around the fringe, in the thin strip of walkway at the end of the pews. From above, the formed a perfect rectangle, she was sure, and yet they did not move any closer.
Her heart began to beat a little faster, a little heavier, as her hand slowly traveled to the hilt of her sword.
From above the bell tolled its final note,and fell into silence.
The shadows all froze, and in that one tense moment she remembered watching infinity.
The world had held its breath.
Triggered, the creatures sprung at her, and even as she screamed and ducked beneath the wooden pews they dived below to grab her. She tried to claw her way across the marble tiles, but her ankles had been caught, and squirm as she might, their grasp did not weaken. From above they angled down, with another scream she ducked back under, kicking and crying as she freed her gun and screwed shut her eyes.
Tears poured down her pale face as she pulled the trigger. She emptied the chamber, her ears ringing now as she opened her eyes in hopes of seeing damage.
One of the shadows swooped forward and knocked the empty gun from her hand. Another claimed her wrist, and as she began to flounder and flail, dragged her across the floor .
She couldn't scream, but she was sure that in her terror her hearts thunderous beats could be heard as it bleated and blared its frantic message in the long and short intervals of moris-code. Arching her back and throwing her weight from side to side she managed to knock over one of the gold plated candle sticks that adorned the alter as they passed. It clattered loud enough to startle the specters, but not enough to warrant her escape. It only enraged them.
The one who had been holding her wrists dug its long ghostly fingers into her hair and seized a great chunk of it in its fist.
Again she would have screamed, but the angered ghost would hear nothing of it. Grasping and pulling as hard as it could, it lifted her head and brought it crashing back down against the floor.
Once more, darkness swam before her eyes, and very soon consumed her vision.
Silver City was gone, and all that remained was its empty steel and cement facade. The tiny lights still blinked in merry colors, even after the sun had dimmed out of existence, the radios still screeched from speakers knocked askew, though it had been three days since another human voice had been heard, for now she wandered through static silence. Steel still spiraled into the air, final testaments to humanity, thought no longer supporting floors or window, only fragments of glass and clumps of plaster. Fires still burnt over the horizon, the world in its final attempts to cleanse itself and begin anew.
Even thought she knew it was dead. The world was too far gone, and the darkness was too far deep. The damage had been done, and she was the only one who remained.
The wind howled darkly through the empty streets, picking up litter and tossing it about as she stumbled through the remaining debris. It was difficult, for ever street was congested with empty cars, and every sidewalk with fallen remains.
Yet there were no people. No bodies, no evidence, the world was empty.
Still she continued moving,with a gun holstered across her chest in a belt that had prove too big for her hips, and a sword and scabbard swinging jauntily through one of her belt loops.
Arms had been her first priority.
Food, shelter, and possible company, was her second.
Scrambling over a nearby parked car, she ducked behind the front wheel just in time to watch a pool of darkness pass where moments ago her feet had been.
These creatures filled the streets now, strange shadowy creatures that defied all law and reason. Able to climb up from the ground, and melt again in a pool of dark-matter, to vanish all together, and reappear at will. They ate people, that much to her was certain, but whether her weapons would work against them, she didn't know.
She had no intention of finding out. When she was sure the coast was clear, she stood, slowly, up from her hiding place, and studied the empty streets once more.
In the distance she could hear a church bell ringing.
It was amazing how much you could hear, when the world around you was empty. Carefully she began the trek, following the sound as it rose above the crackling static and stifling waves of silence. Every so often stopping as thought expecting another shadow to leap up and attack her. But nothing did, and before long she was sitting, alone, in one of the pews.
It wasn't long before she fell asleep.
When she awoke, an hour or so later, to the loud echoes of the bells above, she was not alone.
The shadows pooled and swayed around the fringe, in the thin strip of walkway at the end of the pews. From above, the formed a perfect rectangle, she was sure, and yet they did not move any closer.
Her heart began to beat a little faster, a little heavier, as her hand slowly traveled to the hilt of her sword.
From above the bell tolled its final note,and fell into silence.
The shadows all froze, and in that one tense moment she remembered watching infinity.
The world had held its breath.
Triggered, the creatures sprung at her, and even as she screamed and ducked beneath the wooden pews they dived below to grab her. She tried to claw her way across the marble tiles, but her ankles had been caught, and squirm as she might, their grasp did not weaken. From above they angled down, with another scream she ducked back under, kicking and crying as she freed her gun and screwed shut her eyes.
Tears poured down her pale face as she pulled the trigger. She emptied the chamber, her ears ringing now as she opened her eyes in hopes of seeing damage.
One of the shadows swooped forward and knocked the empty gun from her hand. Another claimed her wrist, and as she began to flounder and flail, dragged her across the floor .
She couldn't scream, but she was sure that in her terror her hearts thunderous beats could be heard as it bleated and blared its frantic message in the long and short intervals of moris-code. Arching her back and throwing her weight from side to side she managed to knock over one of the gold plated candle sticks that adorned the alter as they passed. It clattered loud enough to startle the specters, but not enough to warrant her escape. It only enraged them.
The one who had been holding her wrists dug its long ghostly fingers into her hair and seized a great chunk of it in its fist.
Again she would have screamed, but the angered ghost would hear nothing of it. Grasping and pulling as hard as it could, it lifted her head and brought it crashing back down against the floor.
Once more, darkness swam before her eyes, and very soon consumed her vision.
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