Xhaiden
Cosplayer of Doom
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- Under your bed, teehee.
- Seen May 14, 2008
**This is going to be a fic about the huge Rp going on right now. It started out as just something to do and now it's huge and I love the plot to it so here goes**
Rejection
"These feelings.....I give them to you.....This world...This life....You gave it to me....Take away our pain and give us to the light, for we are the souls of the world. "
The clinking of steel on concrete echoed throughout the silence of a broken world. Ash rained down upon the charred earth, the remains of what was once the most technologically advanced labroratory in Neo Japan lay in ruins along with many others nearby. Sparks danced from split cables, a few loose walls crumbling into dust. Only one area remained untouched by the mayhem. A small corner of what was once the center of the lab stood protecting a blackened figure. A small girl sat holding her knees to her chest, her innocent eyes gleaming with fear and confusion. Her white dress was now blacked and charred, her body coated in dirt. Her pure black hair clung to her shoulders, tears slipping from her half closed lids. Sound. Footsteps. Her head jerked up, oculars of pure silver gazeing up a a group of hunched figures.
" What is she?" One asked.
" Human it appears..." Another replied, examining the girl.
" I dunno....How could a child survive this?" A woman asked, crouching before the child.
" What is your name sweetheart?" The woman asked. The little girl looked up at her, untainted innocence radiating from her simple response.
"Faith..."
Rejection
"These feelings.....I give them to you.....This world...This life....You gave it to me....Take away our pain and give us to the light, for we are the souls of the world. "
The clinking of steel on concrete echoed throughout the silence of a broken world. Ash rained down upon the charred earth, the remains of what was once the most technologically advanced labroratory in Neo Japan lay in ruins along with many others nearby. Sparks danced from split cables, a few loose walls crumbling into dust. Only one area remained untouched by the mayhem. A small corner of what was once the center of the lab stood protecting a blackened figure. A small girl sat holding her knees to her chest, her innocent eyes gleaming with fear and confusion. Her white dress was now blacked and charred, her body coated in dirt. Her pure black hair clung to her shoulders, tears slipping from her half closed lids. Sound. Footsteps. Her head jerked up, oculars of pure silver gazeing up a a group of hunched figures.
" What is she?" One asked.
" Human it appears..." Another replied, examining the girl.
" I dunno....How could a child survive this?" A woman asked, crouching before the child.
" What is your name sweetheart?" The woman asked. The little girl looked up at her, untainted innocence radiating from her simple response.
"Faith..."
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