Post by Penny on Jan 14, 2013 19:40:53 GMT -5
The battle had been raging for too long. It was doomed from the start that people would get tired during it. It just so happened that the Orpheus was the first one to fall.
And it, unlike its pilots, wasn’t pretty.
The Neanderthal it was fighting was extremely powerful, but luckily slow moving- nonetheless, when the duo pilots faltered, it didn’t hesitate. The windshield was shattered, and they were shattered with glass. An errant claw caught in the seatbelt of the shorter female, ripping it. As the cockpit was jolted from the movement, she toppled straight to the ground.
She lay there a few moments, staring upwards. She’d hit her head. A gash was starting to form on her forehead, and her lip was cut open. Blood oozed out. She tasted it. She felt dizzy… what, exactly, had happened again? Where was she, and where was he? She heard voices through her telecommunicator, but they were faint- she couldn’t make them out, and when she tried speaking, no words were coming out.
Silence fell for a few seconds, or what felt like eternity… until she felt something take a hold of her. This forcibly dragged her out of her shocked state, as whatever was holding her lifted her up… and squeezed.
It felt like every bone in her body ever was breaking into a thousand pieces, like her lungs were erupting. It took a few seconds for her to even know she was screaming- it didn’t feel as if she had any air to scream with.
She was shaking hard by the time it untightened slightly, letting her drop, limp, against the clawed knuckles. Then she felt herself jerked back.
He was absolutely pissed.[/b]
All the telecommunicators that were working were treated to an ear rape in the form of an onslaught of curse words from various languages- Dutch, Latin, and even a few in English. They’d never heard the man speak that way before- and had certainly never seen his mech move so fast before, to punch out the cockpit of the opposite mech, just enough for the person to let go of the control. The paw of the duo’s mech caught her, and held her safe for a moment before putting her up higher on it, and bounding off.
He was as gently as he could be, letting her slowly slide off of the head of the tiger-shaped mech, into a rolling hillside, before they sprinted back off again, back to the battlefield, to head butt the warring mech and knock it straight down. Then the fight began. The tiger’s head was virtually EATING the mech, as he was hitting it with all he possibly could, despite the clawed hands of the mech reaching in and trying to grip him. He was on a mission, and he wasn’t going to stop until he was through.
The mech fell limp. He was fairly certain that its pilot had just been either knocked out and grievously injured… or, he hoped, completely smashed to smithereens, leaving a brutal and messy pile in its wake. Slowly, now, the lion mech padded back to where it had left her. It came to a rest, lying down on the grass, and he unbuckled, sliding his way out of the cockpit.
He felt he had so little strength left. He didn’t realize how bad the damage was until here. From his back to his chest and stomach ran claw marks from the mech. He was bleeding heavily, and would, undoubtedly, die soon.
He staggered a few feet before he fell in a clump to the ground, but that didn’t stop him. Breathing heavily, he army crawled the rest of the way there, and gently held her.
“Mon Cheri…” He breathed into her hair, feeling her shudder slightly at the sudden touch.
“Mon émerveillement?” She asked, her voice faint. She lifed a hand to his chest, and her brow deeply creased with worry. “What happened to you?”
“It doesn’t matter,” He told her, taking her hand and pushing it up to his head. Her fingers ran through his hair.
“Will you be okay?” A glimmer of hope flashed through her voice.
“No.” He saw no sense in not telling her the truth. “…Will you?”
“No.” She looked up from his neck finally, with great effort, looking up and into his eyes briefly. She gave a feeble smile, her head dropping back down, and her eyes shutting. He shook his head, realizing too late she couldn’t see that. One of his hands moved down to her chin, lifting it up to see her face again.
“Mia Sorella Bella… stay with me…” He begged. “Don’t sleep yet. Wait for me.”
“Mio fratello splendid,” Even exhausted she gave a slight flirt, “Until the stars run out?”
“Until the night sky is upon us both.”
“I can wait.”
He pulled her closer, in a protective embrace. He felt afraid. Afraid of death. Afraid of that darkness coming on them both so soon… it wasn’t their time, not yet…
He felt her shuddering against her, whatever breath she had racking her entire body in sobs.
“What’s wrong?”
“I… I’m going to miss it…”
“Miss what?”
“The long summer nights… the misty mornings in fall… I… I only want one last kiss.”
He gave a small, weak smile of his own, lifting her chin up to him.
“Kæri ástin mín…”
“Líf mitt…”
Her sobs returned now, heavier than before, but stopping suddenly as their lips touched. He’d have opened his eyes to see… but he couldn’t.
And so night fell, the stars went out… and the lovers died in their arms.
And it, unlike its pilots, wasn’t pretty.
The Neanderthal it was fighting was extremely powerful, but luckily slow moving- nonetheless, when the duo pilots faltered, it didn’t hesitate. The windshield was shattered, and they were shattered with glass. An errant claw caught in the seatbelt of the shorter female, ripping it. As the cockpit was jolted from the movement, she toppled straight to the ground.
She lay there a few moments, staring upwards. She’d hit her head. A gash was starting to form on her forehead, and her lip was cut open. Blood oozed out. She tasted it. She felt dizzy… what, exactly, had happened again? Where was she, and where was he? She heard voices through her telecommunicator, but they were faint- she couldn’t make them out, and when she tried speaking, no words were coming out.
Silence fell for a few seconds, or what felt like eternity… until she felt something take a hold of her. This forcibly dragged her out of her shocked state, as whatever was holding her lifted her up… and squeezed.
It felt like every bone in her body ever was breaking into a thousand pieces, like her lungs were erupting. It took a few seconds for her to even know she was screaming- it didn’t feel as if she had any air to scream with.
She was shaking hard by the time it untightened slightly, letting her drop, limp, against the clawed knuckles. Then she felt herself jerked back.
He was absolutely pissed.[/b]
All the telecommunicators that were working were treated to an ear rape in the form of an onslaught of curse words from various languages- Dutch, Latin, and even a few in English. They’d never heard the man speak that way before- and had certainly never seen his mech move so fast before, to punch out the cockpit of the opposite mech, just enough for the person to let go of the control. The paw of the duo’s mech caught her, and held her safe for a moment before putting her up higher on it, and bounding off.
He was as gently as he could be, letting her slowly slide off of the head of the tiger-shaped mech, into a rolling hillside, before they sprinted back off again, back to the battlefield, to head butt the warring mech and knock it straight down. Then the fight began. The tiger’s head was virtually EATING the mech, as he was hitting it with all he possibly could, despite the clawed hands of the mech reaching in and trying to grip him. He was on a mission, and he wasn’t going to stop until he was through.
The mech fell limp. He was fairly certain that its pilot had just been either knocked out and grievously injured… or, he hoped, completely smashed to smithereens, leaving a brutal and messy pile in its wake. Slowly, now, the lion mech padded back to where it had left her. It came to a rest, lying down on the grass, and he unbuckled, sliding his way out of the cockpit.
He felt he had so little strength left. He didn’t realize how bad the damage was until here. From his back to his chest and stomach ran claw marks from the mech. He was bleeding heavily, and would, undoubtedly, die soon.
He staggered a few feet before he fell in a clump to the ground, but that didn’t stop him. Breathing heavily, he army crawled the rest of the way there, and gently held her.
“Mon Cheri…” He breathed into her hair, feeling her shudder slightly at the sudden touch.
“Mon émerveillement?” She asked, her voice faint. She lifed a hand to his chest, and her brow deeply creased with worry. “What happened to you?”
“It doesn’t matter,” He told her, taking her hand and pushing it up to his head. Her fingers ran through his hair.
“Will you be okay?” A glimmer of hope flashed through her voice.
“No.” He saw no sense in not telling her the truth. “…Will you?”
“No.” She looked up from his neck finally, with great effort, looking up and into his eyes briefly. She gave a feeble smile, her head dropping back down, and her eyes shutting. He shook his head, realizing too late she couldn’t see that. One of his hands moved down to her chin, lifting it up to see her face again.
“Mia Sorella Bella… stay with me…” He begged. “Don’t sleep yet. Wait for me.”
“Mio fratello splendid,” Even exhausted she gave a slight flirt, “Until the stars run out?”
“Until the night sky is upon us both.”
“I can wait.”
He pulled her closer, in a protective embrace. He felt afraid. Afraid of death. Afraid of that darkness coming on them both so soon… it wasn’t their time, not yet…
He felt her shuddering against her, whatever breath she had racking her entire body in sobs.
“What’s wrong?”
“I… I’m going to miss it…”
“Miss what?”
“The long summer nights… the misty mornings in fall… I… I only want one last kiss.”
He gave a small, weak smile of his own, lifting her chin up to him.
“Kæri ástin mín…”
“Líf mitt…”
Her sobs returned now, heavier than before, but stopping suddenly as their lips touched. He’d have opened his eyes to see… but he couldn’t.
And so night fell, the stars went out… and the lovers died in their arms.
