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Spinny Roses - Fan fiction ([info]dirtysaviour) wrote,
@ 2008-05-31 02:46:00

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Entry tags:no pairing, one-shot, rating: pg-13, tales of the abyss

Night to Color the Day (Tales of the Abyss, no pairing, PG-13) 1/1
Title: Night To Color the Day
Author: Spinny Roses
Fandom: Tales of the Abyss
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Very, very creepy
Spoilers: Knowing Asch's real origins, the origins of Asha for Tales of Dressing Room.
Disclaimer: Don't own. Title from "Chasing the Dragon" by Epica
Summary: I'm not breathing.

Night to Color the Day
By Spinny Roses

It's too bright. I don't want to look up at this light, but I can't move my eyes. I'm scared, Master Van, why am I here? Why did you take me away? Score, it hurts.

I can't think. I can't see. It's too bright.

It hurts. Van, stop it! Make him stop! It-




It's over.



It doesn't hurt. I should get up, see what happened.







I can't move. Master Van, I can't move. Something happened.

Why are you looking at me like that?





Van? Weird guy with all the ruffles? What the hell's going on? I can't move! Help me, I-

What are you doing? Why are you picking me up? No, that doesn't feel right, the way my body moves. It's too much. I can't blink, Van, something wrong! Where are you taking me? Van, where are we going?

No, don't leave me, it's dark, I can't

see.




I'm not breathing.






I'm hungry.

Help. I can't move. Van, don't. It's dark under all this dirt. No, no, no! I don't like this.



Light.



I can move.

Van's not here. I need to go home. She's waiting for me. Mother, Father, Natalia... they're waiting.

I'm hungry.

I'm naked. What are those? The ground's too far away. I'm starving. I need to get home, I need to eat, I want Mother.

I want to go home.



I want to go home.


I'm hungry.





Mother! Father! You know who I am, you know I'm here, you

who

I

the blood, everywhere it's warm it tastes so good I'm so hungry

I'm hungry I'm hungry I'm hungry

that's me I'm looking back at me I'm scared but it feels good I'm hungry

Van? No. I'm hungry what is that thing I need to eat it tasted good!

Mother!



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[info]vandesdelca
2008-06-01 01:16 am UTC (link)
Oh, I like this! Stream-of-consciousness isn't something I see often in fic, but it's always an interesting look into the character's mind; especially with these sorts of moments.

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