Take the Stone Away (fic)
Author: Razycrandomgirl
Title: Take the Stone Away
Fandom: Heroes
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 973
Characters/Pairings: Alejandro (Saya)
Disclaimer: Don’t own. Kring = FAIL.
Spoilers/Time Line: up to Powerless
Summery: John 11:11 "Our friend has fallen asleep; but I am going there to wake him up."
Author’s Notes: PROMPT TABLES Un_love_you prompt #21 "You'll Do"
100heroesfics # 25 "Strangers"
He stands over me, the man in black, The Dark Angel. His hands are on my face. His smile shines darkly, like an eclipse. He looks down at me, speaking a language I don not understand. Looking over his shoulder, off into the distance, he nods to the trees, the grass, the air, the sky. He looks back down at me and I am afraid. He points. There is a table with fresh fruit, cool water, clean clothes. I look back at him and that terrible grin is still upon his face. He motions at it with another nod of his head. I stand (stiff body) and I dress (I am clean).
The water is cool in my throat. I touch the fruit, but I'm not quite ready to eat. Not with him standing there watching. He offers it up to me, tossing it from one hand to the other in a bored, impatient fashion. I shake my head, refusing the (forbidden) fruit that dances between nimble fingers.
There is a sound outside. He leaves me (thankfully) and I hear voices just on the other side of the door.
A woman. The sound of her voice makes me feel (relieved?) what The Other's presence tried to emulate, even though it is obviously agitated. I stand (still stiff) and make my way to the door.
It is heavy (I am weak) but I make it through, anyway.
There with 'The Other' is a woman. I notice he is no longer smiling as she struggles in his grasp. He says something to her. She looks at me, slowing her motions, but does not stop. He jerks her arm to get her attention, but it does not break her gaze. She has been crying.
My stomach jerks and my eyes burn to compliment her feelings. 'The Other' makes a voice that sounds like thunder and she finally looks at him. He grabs her by the shoulder, turning her away from me (to my relief?)
Despite myself, I take a step toward them. I falter, stumbling to the ground.
I hurt.
Everything hurts.
Then suddenly, strong arms, comforting (familiar?) hands are embracing me and her mouth touches mine. It is wet, warm, messy (familiar?).
She speaks.
"Please forgive me, brother! I should have listened to you! It was never my intention that any of this should come to pass!"
She clutches at me with desperation and it's hard to breathe. Something inside of me hurts at the thought of her touching me. And her voice rings on ...
"I love you! I love you! I love you ..."
She cries it over and over and over. I can feel her misery spilling over into me. Drowning me. In that moment she feels utterly horrible in my arms and I push her away from me.
Her face ...
Her eyes that were wet -she had been crying of course (of course?)-were now as black as pitch. -The eyes! Not the flesh around them, but the actual orbs!-
A feeling wells up in me, filling me up until it ran over.
'Diablo!' I scream.
Her eyes, even though they are all black and it's hard to tell, stare up at me (accusatory?). But my voice continues on.
"Vil criatura! Monstrua!"
Her face ...
I looked up at 'The Other'. -Take it away- The Thing that brought her here. His eyes match hers and I take steps backward, a groan rising in my throat.
The woman(?) comes toward me again, rushing. I strike my hand out catching her in the jaw. It is pure instinct. She reels backward, landing hard on her rear. My knuckles burn from the contact. And I held it against me.
Oh the ground she is a mess of dark hair, black tears and red blood. Funny, how I thought it (blood) also would be black.
'The Other' goes to her then, cooing to her in that foreign tongue. He touches her as she stares up at me. (Disbelieving.) He is smiling that horrible smile, and pulling her up into his arms. When his hand caresses her face, I notice her cheeks are stained with 'The Blackness', as if her eyes had ruptured from its contents.
He guides her, touching her mouth to his. Sucking her up.
'The Arch Angel and its charge', I think.
He takes it away. Her eyes are human again and she is motionless as his mouth continues to move over and over her.
Drawing it away ... and into him.
As his mouth passes over hers again, she bites into it, removing his bottom lip. I see her face become a vicious sneer as she spits the bloody flesh into the dust (from whence it came). His gory smile flashes stark in the harsh, hot sunlight. I wince, but 'The Other' only smiles as if he expected nothing less.
Arch Angel, I decide is fitting, lays his hand, almost gently, over the woman's eyes and she jerks once before collapsing against him. The Other draws his hollow eyes toward mine and I watch, in (despair) awe, as his lip grows back from the place it had been torn.
I fall to my knees.
His hand reaches into his coat (holy frock) pulling out a flicker of light. He casts it to where I kneel. A golden cross hovers in my view. He nods at me and I take it, clasping it around my own neck. It will protect me.
Finally he speaks.
Oh God, his voice...
"She is now my burden to carry. ...'Take away the stone'...
I watch him lift her up, gathering her into his arms. He goes back the way he came.
'And so they took the stone away' ... and I never saw them again.
Title: Take the Stone Away
Fandom: Heroes
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 973
Characters/Pairings: Alejandro (Saya)
Disclaimer: Don’t own. Kring = FAIL.
Spoilers/Time Line: up to Powerless
Summery: John 11:11 "Our friend has fallen asleep; but I am going there to wake him up."
Author’s Notes: PROMPT TABLES Un_love_you prompt #21 "You'll Do"
100heroesfics # 25 "Strangers"
He stands over me, the man in black, The Dark Angel. His hands are on my face. His smile shines darkly, like an eclipse. He looks down at me, speaking a language I don not understand. Looking over his shoulder, off into the distance, he nods to the trees, the grass, the air, the sky. He looks back down at me and I am afraid. He points. There is a table with fresh fruit, cool water, clean clothes. I look back at him and that terrible grin is still upon his face. He motions at it with another nod of his head. I stand (stiff body) and I dress (I am clean).
The water is cool in my throat. I touch the fruit, but I'm not quite ready to eat. Not with him standing there watching. He offers it up to me, tossing it from one hand to the other in a bored, impatient fashion. I shake my head, refusing the (forbidden) fruit that dances between nimble fingers.
There is a sound outside. He leaves me (thankfully) and I hear voices just on the other side of the door.
A woman. The sound of her voice makes me feel (relieved?) what The Other's presence tried to emulate, even though it is obviously agitated. I stand (still stiff) and make my way to the door.
It is heavy (I am weak) but I make it through, anyway.
There with 'The Other' is a woman. I notice he is no longer smiling as she struggles in his grasp. He says something to her. She looks at me, slowing her motions, but does not stop. He jerks her arm to get her attention, but it does not break her gaze. She has been crying.
My stomach jerks and my eyes burn to compliment her feelings. 'The Other' makes a voice that sounds like thunder and she finally looks at him. He grabs her by the shoulder, turning her away from me (to my relief?)
Despite myself, I take a step toward them. I falter, stumbling to the ground.
I hurt.
Everything hurts.
Then suddenly, strong arms, comforting (familiar?) hands are embracing me and her mouth touches mine. It is wet, warm, messy (familiar?).
She speaks.
"Please forgive me, brother! I should have listened to you! It was never my intention that any of this should come to pass!"
She clutches at me with desperation and it's hard to breathe. Something inside of me hurts at the thought of her touching me. And her voice rings on ...
"I love you! I love you! I love you ..."
She cries it over and over and over. I can feel her misery spilling over into me. Drowning me. In that moment she feels utterly horrible in my arms and I push her away from me.
Her face ...
Her eyes that were wet -she had been crying of course (of course?)-were now as black as pitch. -The eyes! Not the flesh around them, but the actual orbs!-
A feeling wells up in me, filling me up until it ran over.
'Diablo!' I scream.
Her eyes, even though they are all black and it's hard to tell, stare up at me (accusatory?). But my voice continues on.
"Vil criatura! Monstrua!"
Her face ...
I looked up at 'The Other'. -Take it away- The Thing that brought her here. His eyes match hers and I take steps backward, a groan rising in my throat.
The woman(?) comes toward me again, rushing. I strike my hand out catching her in the jaw. It is pure instinct. She reels backward, landing hard on her rear. My knuckles burn from the contact. And I held it against me.
Oh the ground she is a mess of dark hair, black tears and red blood. Funny, how I thought it (blood) also would be black.
'The Other' goes to her then, cooing to her in that foreign tongue. He touches her as she stares up at me. (Disbelieving.) He is smiling that horrible smile, and pulling her up into his arms. When his hand caresses her face, I notice her cheeks are stained with 'The Blackness', as if her eyes had ruptured from its contents.
He guides her, touching her mouth to his. Sucking her up.
'The Arch Angel and its charge', I think.
He takes it away. Her eyes are human again and she is motionless as his mouth continues to move over and over her.
Drawing it away ... and into him.
As his mouth passes over hers again, she bites into it, removing his bottom lip. I see her face become a vicious sneer as she spits the bloody flesh into the dust (from whence it came). His gory smile flashes stark in the harsh, hot sunlight. I wince, but 'The Other' only smiles as if he expected nothing less.
Arch Angel, I decide is fitting, lays his hand, almost gently, over the woman's eyes and she jerks once before collapsing against him. The Other draws his hollow eyes toward mine and I watch, in (despair) awe, as his lip grows back from the place it had been torn.
I fall to my knees.
His hand reaches into his coat (holy frock) pulling out a flicker of light. He casts it to where I kneel. A golden cross hovers in my view. He nods at me and I take it, clasping it around my own neck. It will protect me.
Finally he speaks.
Oh God, his voice...
"She is now my burden to carry. ...'Take away the stone'...
I watch him lift her up, gathering her into his arms. He goes back the way he came.
'And so they took the stone away' ... and I never saw them again.