Post by cerasri on Jan 12, 2012 14:11:47 GMT -5
Title: Waking Up
Teaser: Does it hurt, not knowing?
This is what happens when you're bored in computer class.
When he first wakes up, all he is aware of is the black.
The pain comes next, a burning tearing sensation starting from the center of his face and spreading across his entire body until he feels as if he is on fire.
“So you’re awake.” It is a woman’s voice who speaks to him, soft and sultry and just the slightest bit cold.
He attempts to open his eyes, only to flinch at the pain. It’s a raging inferno now-but he tries again. It takes him eight attempts before he can finally open his eyes wide enough to see the blurry figure in front of him, crouched among filth.
For a moment, he blinks, his vision swimming in front of him with black dots spinning throughout his vision.
He’s in an alley, he notices, covered with trash and things he’d rather not think about. The woman is bent over in front of him, crouched like a cat with her hands on her knees. Her expression is distant, cold and quiet and with a shuddering sigh, he pulls himself up. The woman merely moves back a place, and he finds himself wincing, raising a hand to his head as a headache pounds away at his skull.
His fingers are but an inch away from the bridge of his nose when the woman speaks up again.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”
“What…?” his voice escapes as a throat, and the woman merely stares at him, her face deadpan. Her hands rest on her knees, and he can see that rather than a dress she’s wearing trousers coupled with a pair of boots that look out of place in the grime she’s crouched in. The leather is almost glistening, newly shined and even in the dim light of the alley, he can see that they were expensive.
“Don’t touch your face. You’ve got…” The woman trails off, and he shakes his head.
“What?” he repeats again, disregarding the woman’s solemn stare as he moves a trembling hand to drag softly across the skin of his face, features paling as his finger makes constant –and the burn, oh the burn; like a thousand suns-and bile builds up in his throat. As he presses down a bit harder, the bile rises, and his chest heaves. There is no wet flesh there.
No, nothing but cold metal- and he can’t help but hiss as his finger-nail scrapes against the open flesh-metal-and a spark shoots against his skin. The blood against his fingers is black oil- marred by the slightest streams of crimson.
“I’ve never seen a cut that deep. Or that long.” The woman’s voice is conversational, droll even.
Long? It was long? He can feel his body shaking more as he allows is finger to trace the burning flesh, first in one direction and then the other. It burns-god it burns, but he can’t bring himself to stop. When he’s finished, he can’t help but shudder, body trembling like a frightened rabbit. The wound stretches from his left temple, drags down across the bridge of his nose and ends at the bottom swell of his cheekbone.
“H…how?” his voice shakes, and the woman gives a nonplussed blink before she shrugs.
“I don’t know.”
Her expression remains blank, like an empty page and for a brief moment, he feels frustration.
“What?” his voice escapes as a hiss, and for the first time, the woman’s lips quirk.
“It hurts, doesn’t it?” She doesn’t give him a chance to speak, and her head tilts. “Not knowing.”
Gulping, he blinks, “I…I…”
“It hurts. You know nothing. Not even your name. Not how you got that wound.”
The woman’s voice is coy now, slow and sultry, like a whisper on the wind.
He blinks, dumbstruck before slowly- ever so slowly, he nods his head.
“Yes.” He whispers, startled briefly by how desperate he sounds.
The woman stares at him, before her lips curl into a smile and with barely a shift of cloth, she stands up.
Staring at her retreating form, he blinks, mouth open, ready to call out to her before the woman stops.
“Xerxes.”
“What?”
“Your name. Your name is Xerxes.”
He blinks, head shaking before his features twist and he grabs at the woman’s hand, “How?” He repeats for what feels like the umpteenth time.
“How do you know?”
The woman pauses, gazing at him from the corner of her eye. “Hmm? Perhaps you should find out. You’re an informant, after all.”
“An informant?”
The smile on the woman’s face tilts upwards and she nods, as she shakes out of his grip, he doesn’t put up a fight.
Instead he pauses.
A name. An occupation.
The metal-man’s eyes narrow and he curls his hands into fists, hardly aware as the woman’s form fades into the night.
She had given him all he needed.
The rest?
Xerxes smiled, fresh scar gleaming red in the night.
The woman had better watch out.
Xerxes was coming.
And soon….his lips curled. Soon, there would be nothing that he didn’t know.
A/N: Oh god. I don't even know. This is just a random scenario that popped in my head and was written in about...15 minutes :'D. Also, FYI, the woman is just a random woman (or is she?
). Buuut she's not Arriana- I do know that much. Anyways, this could or could not be what happened to Xerxes. I don't really know XD Creator fail? You bet.
But its not anything serious. Most likely, its not even canon in the terms of the story line. Anyways, hope you guys like :'D
Teaser: Does it hurt, not knowing?
When he first wakes up, all he is aware of is the black.
The pain comes next, a burning tearing sensation starting from the center of his face and spreading across his entire body until he feels as if he is on fire.
“So you’re awake.” It is a woman’s voice who speaks to him, soft and sultry and just the slightest bit cold.
He attempts to open his eyes, only to flinch at the pain. It’s a raging inferno now-but he tries again. It takes him eight attempts before he can finally open his eyes wide enough to see the blurry figure in front of him, crouched among filth.
For a moment, he blinks, his vision swimming in front of him with black dots spinning throughout his vision.
He’s in an alley, he notices, covered with trash and things he’d rather not think about. The woman is bent over in front of him, crouched like a cat with her hands on her knees. Her expression is distant, cold and quiet and with a shuddering sigh, he pulls himself up. The woman merely moves back a place, and he finds himself wincing, raising a hand to his head as a headache pounds away at his skull.
His fingers are but an inch away from the bridge of his nose when the woman speaks up again.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”
“What…?” his voice escapes as a throat, and the woman merely stares at him, her face deadpan. Her hands rest on her knees, and he can see that rather than a dress she’s wearing trousers coupled with a pair of boots that look out of place in the grime she’s crouched in. The leather is almost glistening, newly shined and even in the dim light of the alley, he can see that they were expensive.
“Don’t touch your face. You’ve got…” The woman trails off, and he shakes his head.
“What?” he repeats again, disregarding the woman’s solemn stare as he moves a trembling hand to drag softly across the skin of his face, features paling as his finger makes constant –and the burn, oh the burn; like a thousand suns-and bile builds up in his throat. As he presses down a bit harder, the bile rises, and his chest heaves. There is no wet flesh there.
No, nothing but cold metal- and he can’t help but hiss as his finger-nail scrapes against the open flesh-metal-and a spark shoots against his skin. The blood against his fingers is black oil- marred by the slightest streams of crimson.
“I’ve never seen a cut that deep. Or that long.” The woman’s voice is conversational, droll even.
Long? It was long? He can feel his body shaking more as he allows is finger to trace the burning flesh, first in one direction and then the other. It burns-god it burns, but he can’t bring himself to stop. When he’s finished, he can’t help but shudder, body trembling like a frightened rabbit. The wound stretches from his left temple, drags down across the bridge of his nose and ends at the bottom swell of his cheekbone.
“H…how?” his voice shakes, and the woman gives a nonplussed blink before she shrugs.
“I don’t know.”
Her expression remains blank, like an empty page and for a brief moment, he feels frustration.
“What?” his voice escapes as a hiss, and for the first time, the woman’s lips quirk.
“It hurts, doesn’t it?” She doesn’t give him a chance to speak, and her head tilts. “Not knowing.”
Gulping, he blinks, “I…I…”
“It hurts. You know nothing. Not even your name. Not how you got that wound.”
The woman’s voice is coy now, slow and sultry, like a whisper on the wind.
He blinks, dumbstruck before slowly- ever so slowly, he nods his head.
“Yes.” He whispers, startled briefly by how desperate he sounds.
The woman stares at him, before her lips curl into a smile and with barely a shift of cloth, she stands up.
Staring at her retreating form, he blinks, mouth open, ready to call out to her before the woman stops.
“Xerxes.”
“What?”
“Your name. Your name is Xerxes.”
He blinks, head shaking before his features twist and he grabs at the woman’s hand, “How?” He repeats for what feels like the umpteenth time.
“How do you know?”
The woman pauses, gazing at him from the corner of her eye. “Hmm? Perhaps you should find out. You’re an informant, after all.”
“An informant?”
The smile on the woman’s face tilts upwards and she nods, as she shakes out of his grip, he doesn’t put up a fight.
Instead he pauses.
A name. An occupation.
The metal-man’s eyes narrow and he curls his hands into fists, hardly aware as the woman’s form fades into the night.
She had given him all he needed.
The rest?
Xerxes smiled, fresh scar gleaming red in the night.
The woman had better watch out.
Xerxes was coming.
And soon….his lips curled. Soon, there would be nothing that he didn’t know.
A/N: Oh god. I don't even know. This is just a random scenario that popped in my head and was written in about...15 minutes :'D. Also, FYI, the woman is just a random woman (or is she?
). Buuut she's not Arriana- I do know that much. Anyways, this could or could not be what happened to Xerxes. I don't really know XD But its not anything serious. Most likely, its not even canon in the terms of the story line. Anyways, hope you guys like :'D