Disclaimer: I don't own Escaflowne or any of the characters, though I'd love to own Dilandau! Of course I'd then have to fire proof everything....
*** Warning *** Yep, this is not my normal heroine/action/humor/romance story (did I lose you there?) No, this is unlike anything I've ever written. This fic will contain rape, violence and bad language, and as the saying goes, "If you can't take the heat, get out of the kitchen." Also, this isn't one of those "soft side to Dilandau" fics either. I thought I'd get my hands dirty for a change BP
Destruction
I remember laughter, pure laughter. My own, but especially that of my younger sister, Melanie. She loved flowers, and she loved spring. I loved my sister Melanie. I remember the last night we spent together. We went up on the roof and looked up at the stars and talked about our father, who had passed on when we were younger. We slept on the roof all night.
When we awoke, the sun was shining. I knew it hadn't been up long because of the color of the sky. I roused Melanie and we went to our chores, as we had always done. It was later in the day that it happened...
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"Ayami" Melanie called from where she stood on the side of the house. I turned to regard her, "What?" "Will you bring me back Silkus flowers?," she asked, "I love those." "I know," I said with a wave. Melanie went into the house.
I walked into the forest, to my usual spot. It was where the most beautiful flowers grew this time of year. I busied myself with picking flowers, humming. I remembered to pick a few Silkus flowers, just like Melanie had asked. Afterwards, I started back.
How long had I been gone? A half hour? forty - five minutes? How could it have happened so quickly?
I sensed something was wrong as I got closer to the village. I couldn't see it yet but I smelt smoke. I wasn't in a panic, not yet, but there was a lingering concern. I was then close enough to see smoke rising in the air and hear the faint screams. "Oh, my God!" I thought in a panic, "Someone's house must be on fire!" I ran as fast as I could to the village, hoping I could help and, more importantly, praying that it wasn't my home. It was worse, worse than any of that.
The village. Every house in the village was in flames, if not burnt to the ground. The screams I heard were of those still trapped in their homes. Everyone else was dead. I sank to my knees. How could this be? That was when I saw the answer to my question.
A large red robotic machine moved in front of me, so that it was facing me. I heard laughter from the inside. It's the laughter that I'll never forget about that day. It was cold, insane, but most astonishingly...gleeful. I looked at my village in numb shock. The screams, the blood, it was too much for me. I fell into darkness, hearing the roaring flames, and that laughter....
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When I awoke, I was wrapped in a blanket in what looked like a tent. A hand brushed my cheek. I scrambled away to the other side of the tent. The owner of the hand, who had chuckled at my reaction, was a boy about my age. Only, he didn't dress like a boy, but rather a soldier. His armor was a deep red, and his hair was a silverish grey, but it was his eyes that got my attention, startling me more than anything else about him. They were a reddish color, somewhere between wine and blood. "Well," he said, a bit of amusement in his raspy voice. "You're wide awake aren't you?" "Where am I?" I demanded, "and who are you?"
The boy stood. He was very tall, taller than I thought he was anyway. He came over to where I was, and since I was in a corner, I couldn't get away. Kneeling down by me, he said, "You're in my camp right now, but we'll be leaving after tonight. As for my name," he smiled wickedly running a hand across my face, "you can call me...Master." I slapped his hand away. "I belong to no one!" I said defiantly. He grabbed my arm, gripping it painfully, "You belong to me," He said darkly, his eyes blazing in a way that terrified me, even though I tried not to show it. "If it weren't for me," he continued, "you'd probably be dead." "Thank you so very much," I muttered sarcastically. I wasn't prepared for the slap that followed my words.
"I don't take that kind of talk from my men," he seethed, "and I especially won't take it from you...slave. Is that clear?" "Yes," I said quietly, holding my aching cheek where he had hit me. "Yes, what?" he said in a mock sweet tone. "Yes...master." I said coldly. He patted me on the head, in the manner that one does after their dog has learned a trick correctly. "That's a good girl," he said. Only fear and shock kept me from spitting on him. He rose and walked to the tent flap. Before he exited, he said, "Oh, and in case the thought of trying to escape pops into that little head of yours...abandon it." He looked over his shoulder, flashing a sadistic smile. "I doubt you'd make it out of the tent." Laughing at this, he exited.
I heard another voice. "Dilandau - sama," it said. "What is it now?" my new "master" had replied, his tone harsh and commanding. "There's a message for you sir," said the first voice, a little more intimidated than before. My "master" was named Dilandau. I was thinking of more suitable terms for him when my thoughts passed to my family, and my village. Did any of them make it out alive? I then thought about Melanie, her smile, and the flowers.
I felt tears running down my cheek. Did Dilandau really do me a favor by keeping me alive? As I sobbed myself into a pitiful sleep, I doubted it more and more.
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End of Chapter 1! Tell me what you thought! BP
*** Warning *** Yep, this is not my normal heroine/action/humor/romance story (did I lose you there?) No, this is unlike anything I've ever written. This fic will contain rape, violence and bad language, and as the saying goes, "If you can't take the heat, get out of the kitchen." Also, this isn't one of those "soft side to Dilandau" fics either. I thought I'd get my hands dirty for a change BP
Destruction
I remember laughter, pure laughter. My own, but especially that of my younger sister, Melanie. She loved flowers, and she loved spring. I loved my sister Melanie. I remember the last night we spent together. We went up on the roof and looked up at the stars and talked about our father, who had passed on when we were younger. We slept on the roof all night.
When we awoke, the sun was shining. I knew it hadn't been up long because of the color of the sky. I roused Melanie and we went to our chores, as we had always done. It was later in the day that it happened...
**************
"Ayami" Melanie called from where she stood on the side of the house. I turned to regard her, "What?" "Will you bring me back Silkus flowers?," she asked, "I love those." "I know," I said with a wave. Melanie went into the house.
I walked into the forest, to my usual spot. It was where the most beautiful flowers grew this time of year. I busied myself with picking flowers, humming. I remembered to pick a few Silkus flowers, just like Melanie had asked. Afterwards, I started back.
How long had I been gone? A half hour? forty - five minutes? How could it have happened so quickly?
I sensed something was wrong as I got closer to the village. I couldn't see it yet but I smelt smoke. I wasn't in a panic, not yet, but there was a lingering concern. I was then close enough to see smoke rising in the air and hear the faint screams. "Oh, my God!" I thought in a panic, "Someone's house must be on fire!" I ran as fast as I could to the village, hoping I could help and, more importantly, praying that it wasn't my home. It was worse, worse than any of that.
The village. Every house in the village was in flames, if not burnt to the ground. The screams I heard were of those still trapped in their homes. Everyone else was dead. I sank to my knees. How could this be? That was when I saw the answer to my question.
A large red robotic machine moved in front of me, so that it was facing me. I heard laughter from the inside. It's the laughter that I'll never forget about that day. It was cold, insane, but most astonishingly...gleeful. I looked at my village in numb shock. The screams, the blood, it was too much for me. I fell into darkness, hearing the roaring flames, and that laughter....
***************
When I awoke, I was wrapped in a blanket in what looked like a tent. A hand brushed my cheek. I scrambled away to the other side of the tent. The owner of the hand, who had chuckled at my reaction, was a boy about my age. Only, he didn't dress like a boy, but rather a soldier. His armor was a deep red, and his hair was a silverish grey, but it was his eyes that got my attention, startling me more than anything else about him. They were a reddish color, somewhere between wine and blood. "Well," he said, a bit of amusement in his raspy voice. "You're wide awake aren't you?" "Where am I?" I demanded, "and who are you?"
The boy stood. He was very tall, taller than I thought he was anyway. He came over to where I was, and since I was in a corner, I couldn't get away. Kneeling down by me, he said, "You're in my camp right now, but we'll be leaving after tonight. As for my name," he smiled wickedly running a hand across my face, "you can call me...Master." I slapped his hand away. "I belong to no one!" I said defiantly. He grabbed my arm, gripping it painfully, "You belong to me," He said darkly, his eyes blazing in a way that terrified me, even though I tried not to show it. "If it weren't for me," he continued, "you'd probably be dead." "Thank you so very much," I muttered sarcastically. I wasn't prepared for the slap that followed my words.
"I don't take that kind of talk from my men," he seethed, "and I especially won't take it from you...slave. Is that clear?" "Yes," I said quietly, holding my aching cheek where he had hit me. "Yes, what?" he said in a mock sweet tone. "Yes...master." I said coldly. He patted me on the head, in the manner that one does after their dog has learned a trick correctly. "That's a good girl," he said. Only fear and shock kept me from spitting on him. He rose and walked to the tent flap. Before he exited, he said, "Oh, and in case the thought of trying to escape pops into that little head of yours...abandon it." He looked over his shoulder, flashing a sadistic smile. "I doubt you'd make it out of the tent." Laughing at this, he exited.
I heard another voice. "Dilandau - sama," it said. "What is it now?" my new "master" had replied, his tone harsh and commanding. "There's a message for you sir," said the first voice, a little more intimidated than before. My "master" was named Dilandau. I was thinking of more suitable terms for him when my thoughts passed to my family, and my village. Did any of them make it out alive? I then thought about Melanie, her smile, and the flowers.
I felt tears running down my cheek. Did Dilandau really do me a favor by keeping me alive? As I sobbed myself into a pitiful sleep, I doubted it more and more.
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End of Chapter 1! Tell me what you thought! BP