completely lost...
in the middle of the world...but in the middle of another world, holding a sword made of silver and diamonds...
being soaking wet by sweat, heart beats faster and faster...
i think it will errupt...
feels like a huge stone has just landed to your head, breaks every bone and make you feel your body too heavy for you to carry, and your head...
such a painful feeling...
then i look around, trying to figure out my location...
the floor is dark grey and feels so soft, like i'm stepping in the air...like i'm standing above the clouds in a rainy day...i'm surrounded by mist...cant see anything...
wait...
someone is coming...
their form is dark black...like a shadow...the closer they come, the colder it gets...
a cold wind suddenly hugs me and a feeling i keep hidden deep inside me strugles to escape...
fear...i've never felt so afraid of something...
usualy i'm just a spectator of my own situation...
i know the names, the definations, i know the synonyms and the opposites...just ask me anything you want...the thing is, i dont understand what i'm telling you...it's just a theory i've learned by heart...
but now i can feel the meaning, i can hear my heart screaming, i can see every shadow in every light corner, i can smell the fresh blood dripping from my old scars that terror's bite has opened again, i can taste the sadness in my tears...
the form comes closer and now i can see clearlier...it's a woman, a woman who looks familiar...the form is not clear enough yet, but i can see the colour of her eyes...
hazel...
jusl like mine...
this look...
so scary...i
t takes my breath away..
.the mist is leaving and a bright blinding light falls above me...
i can feel my chest getting ripped...
but i don't feel the pain...
peaces of my flesh are falling down and blood lines are drawing my body...
i look around me...
this place looks so familiar...
a valley full of poppies and rocks...
i'm so certain i've been here before...
then i turn around...
it's that woman...
she's holding a sword similar to mine...but the blade is black and has light blue diamonds...
she looks unsatisfied with something...
her sword has blood stains...then i figured out that she wants to kill me...
i raise my sword automatically to defend myself, but it slipped of my hands when i recognised her...
SHE WAS ME!
i am trying to protect myself from myself...
that is really unusual and weird...
but i have a feeling that it's absolutely reasonable...
trully creepy...
she is looking straight into my eyes, she smiles...
this gruesome smile has a meaning i don't want to know...
her look exhausts me...
i cant stand, i cant feel my feet...
it feels like someone squeezes me and sucks life out of me...
i kneel in front of her...
she still looks unsatisfyed...
what does she want from me? i'm too weak to protect myself, i can't do anything...she got's me...
she is gazing at the horizon and she says that was too easy...
silence dominates for a minute...
my blood is boiling and my eyes are burning me...
i close them for a second...
WHAT HAVE I DONE?
-"Wake up love!"
Zhalia slowly opens her eyes and tries to adjust her sight in the light of the room. The figure in front of her smiles in satisfaction.
- "Good, i woke you up just in time. Now...i need you to tell me what you saw"
-"W-Who the hell are you?"
Her head was spinning and her visin was still blury. The person in front of her looked like a piece of a bad dream.
Black long hair, a silver and a red eye, sharp characteristics, dressesd formaly with a suit in red, black and white colour.
But what drew Zhalia's attention was his mouth. he had carved a half smily and a half sad face. Like he couldnt decide weather he was happy or sad the momment he was digging his own flesh.
-"Introductions are unnesecery. All you need to know, is that you are no longer a part of the foundation, but my own expeiment"
She felt sick. Really sick. Like when she had realized that Klaus has been using her as exactly that. An experiment.
She tried to punch her, but then noticed she was tied in one of those silver lab tables.
-"Let me go you sick freak!"
The man kept calm, a small smile plastered on his face. At least that is what it looked like.
She struggled for a long time until she realised it was pointless.
- "Can i at least know what this is all about?"
The man holding the exact same position, with the exact same expression, nobbed.
-"Of course love, first of all, let me introduce you to the second person who will be taking part on our experiment."
It was then Zhalia noticed his Dutch accent. He was from Netherlands just like her.
No longer after he finished his sentence, he pointed at Zhalia's right side. The woman turned her head and saw a table just like the one she was tied on, and on top of it, non other than Eathon Lambert.
-"How? It cant be"
Eathon seemed uncincious, only the light move of his chest showing her that he was alive
-"How? Well, i had help from a person very dear to me. But that's not important."
-"What will you achieve with this?" She asked her, venom leaking out of her voice
The man headed with perfect, confident steady steps to the doo of his lab and before he exited, he turned his head to face the woman he was after for a long time.
-"Nothing much love. I am just bringing back the old Zhalia"
The mysterious man exited, leaving Zhalia with tones of questions torturing her already shattered head.
A few steps outside of the door, the man felt a presence. A presence he knew too well.
He lifted his hand and with a smooth movement, the person who was hiding in the shadows landed in front of him with a loud thub.
-"Trying to escape again, arent we love? You should have know by now that it's pointless"
The man reminded the female figure on the ground, with the exact same, stable cold tone in his voice.
The girl stood up and faced the man. Discust and hate were crystal clear in her face. Her trembling, small figure looked almost heartbreaking. She hadnt eaten anything for days and her caramel skin had now become pale by the lack of food, of water, of light in her room, of light in her heart, of life. Her hair had a bluish colour with a few silver. One hazel and another light emerald eye. Her skinny figure made every cloth look loose on her, hiding all the signs of the abuse she has lived.
-"I brought her. Isnt that all you wanted? I am no use to you now! Let me go!"
With every sentense, her voice turned weaker.
It was true, she fullfilled her duty. She brought him Zhalia Moon AND Eathon Lambert. And now it was his turn to keep his part of the deal. To keep his promise...
She was hoping for that. Bu deep inside her she knew he wouldnt, he never did.
-"Not so fast my dear niece. I remember that we agreed that if you bring them to me, i will spare your life...but i never said i would spare your freedom"
With another smooth move, the girl felt the blood cuurl in her veins and a ticklish, painfull feeling she thought she had been used to overtook her. She dropped on her knees, clenchin her fists so hard, her nails opened up old wounds.
No, she wont do it! She wont scream! She wont satisfy him. Never again.
-"I-i...ha...te...you" She said between her attempts to hold a loud scream "I...nev...er...wanted...t-o...do this"
The man looked at the young lady with no emotion in his eyes. Or at least that's what every one else would see. Wether he liked it or nor, this girl had caused something in his heart he never felt before, but always killed it.
-"I know Brooke, i know"
With that he lowered his hand and continued walking.
Brooke collapsed on the floor and before she lost her senses, she glanced at the slightly open door of his lab.
-"I am sorry"
Was all she said before everything turned black...again