The One Who Is Torn
Midnight within the walls of Hollow Point Manor. Grilvex quietly moving through the halls, his presence caressing the almost vacated grounds of his old abode. Modern in the brightest respects yet the loneliness brought on the cloud of medieval eccentricities that Luc held dear. Was it the fact that he came from a post apocolyptic planet where if you lived away from any civilization you may as well be in medieval Europe, or maybe the fact he was brought up learning all he could, spanning the gray area in life of high technology and the brutal lands of a veritable wasteland; either way he couldn't even remember anymore.
Silently he rounded a corner, coming into a completely vacant room... vacant as it may have been the cool aroma of decadence and the sweet smell of reminiscence captivated him within this room. Most thought he was of royal blood, after all when he was DeMares he was in ownership of a castle, and even had a royal guard of sorts. Funny how he had everyone thinking he was a prince. But no, before then he was no more than a man who learned his tricks life after life and somehow kept the knowledge of these 'abilities' in the form of high aptitudes within particular subjects of 'interest.' He used this to his advantage when he finally assumed his position within Ayenee; how great it was to have amassed his fortune as a mercenary and black marketeer.
Lo how it seems life takes odd twists, he moved into the center of the room, cold reckonings of his darkened and secreted past echoing within the room. The ghosts from his past walking through the room... seeing even himself pass before his eyes, then his first wife. He bowed his head a blade shimmering into view before him, as the blade appeared he fell to his knees, as if struck by some great force. His hands falling upon the top of the hilt, his head leaning upon the dulled edge, glancing down he saw nothing more than cold steel and a hardwood floor.
Lightning flashed, or was it a flicker in the lights? He was too far gone in thought to realize, to acknowledge... soon after his eyes focused back on the blade... this time blood ran freely from the dulled edge, not his own... he made sure of that as he checked himself for any stray cuts. The light flashed again and the blood was gone, Grilvex motioned to stand but found his limbs heavy, almost shackeled by some unknown entity. He closed his eyes... and it struck... another flash, this time blood red. He jerked his eyes open and glanced up... the pulse, a ring of white light flashed singularly... first slowly, as if a slowed heartbeat, his own heartbeat almost in exact beat with the flashes.
Closing his eyes, he silently prayed... fear caressing his body and mind as he remained motionless, bound and shackled by something he knew not, nor could he feel it's presence. But he saw something before him, the flash echoed out again... Then the blood red light flashed again, the entire room went pitch black and then clouded over completely, low fog rolling. His sweat now trciling down his face, unsure if this presence meant harm or not.
The flash again... he was growing more and more paranoid, then in front of the figure he saw an image, a grassy field, marks of a battle. The remains of several guyvers strewn about... liquid masses of sickened gore. And crushed Control Metal's laying within each puddle. And within this scene a man stood... a young man, it was him, Grilvex. He stood, a single blade in hand, the same blade before him now. The figure behind the scene... the unknown presence dissapearing as it seemed Grilvex was transposed into the position of his former self.
The frail body of a woman ran to him, her footfalls barely heard upon the ground, her raven hair flowing about her like silk... her body covered by a beautiful dress. He remember the dress for a moment, he had bought it for her the night before... a night which he remembered vividly, full of passion and lust. He shook his head as she came towards him, suddenly anger filled him... he wrapped an arm around her, gently kissing her as the warm embrace caressed their bodies.
The embrace was not to last as he coldly plunged the blade into and through her body... the ill sound of innards being pierced and the sickening crunch of the blade passing through bone enough to send shivers through anyone's body. His knelt form jolted with the crunch, cold reminiscence of the moment as he opened his eyes, the scene gone. Then he saw it again, her body draped upon his, his arm still wrapped about her.
He screamed out suddenly... the flicker of cold light blazing through as her form was replaced by a grotesque corpse, it whispered unto his ears "Why..." then it fell to dust in his hands... he closed his eyes tightly wishing the image to fade his sobs filling the room, then opening them once more... the faded paint upon the walls welcoming him back.
Then the flash again... the ring within midair, scintillating colors passing from the glow... the flash this time speeding up. He weakly whispered "Who....why me?" The whisper hoarse as it passed his dryed throat, lacking moisture as it seemed he had none... the only moisture left being that which poured off his face.
The questions were answered only with silence as the flash picked up, matching his pulse, the vitae filling his veins threatening to burst forth under the deafening silence... leaving little more than strainings within his soul, a cold feeling of remorse, and yet fulfillment. Then he felt a drilling sensation... the feeling of trepany upon his forehead, his screams filling the manor... heard by none other than the ghostly memories of ol' and the array of nightcrawlers... owls, ravens, the occasional nocturnal predator.
The flash occured again... and then burst forth, unbridled fury as it's form suddenly made itself clear to Luc... the sudden drone... and then sickened gush of blood pouring from his throat... he whinced in pain... though he remained fully conscious, kept alive by some foul existence. The flash again as the hand of the figure before him grabbed onto his face, hefting him by his jaw. It brought him to eyelevel, leaving only reflections of Grilvex in the eyepieces.
HE tried to scream, but the air wouldn't erupt from his lungs, only blood gushing from the open wound upon his throat. His body dangling in midair as it was suspended. The flash again, and the slow sounds of something shifting, and the sudden snap and low drone. He looked eyelevel on the thing as it dropped him, cleaninly devastating him with a well placed strike through his own gut... his form tensing and then falling upon the figure, his arms draped upon the form, feeling the cold protrusions from it's chest... a female. Though encased in the all to familiar skin.
The flash once more echoed... then nothing. Luccas jerked up his eyes wide... body blanketed in the smooth velvet of his blanket and the soft feeling of silk, his bed drenched in sweat. His breaths quick and staggered, as was his pulse. Slowly calming down as he once more closed his eyes, the pulsing light from the dream echoing... then the voice of his friend, unbridled, whispers filling his conscious "Family?" He met the question with a single statement, a question of sorts... silently questioning the dream, or perhaps the vision of what's to come. "Guyver?"
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