05-24-2007, 10:58 PM
Zangya was, to put it blatantly, unrecognizable. The green-skinned lady lay at the foothills of the large, rotund escalation in the center of Dante Island. The raven-haired warrior had done a real good number to her. She?d blasted the left-side of her face into Timbuktu, completely blowing away the left ear. Her vision in her left eye was also slightly hindered, but she was not completely blinded. The idiot woman had had a chi shotgun. That weapon was very powerful, and could overtake her puny pistol any day. She had taken a risk by moving to the top of the hill, and it had cost her much.
Her mind was now being overtaken with hatred and anger for that woman, and she could almost feel herself growing fanatical. Everything seemed to be spinning as she began thrashing in fury, and the young woman was suddenly struck with the fear of losing control. This had happened before, and it had not worked out so well for her family. Zangya feared that this time, it may not work out so well for her instead.
?Flashback?
?No!? cried a small Zangya as she stood inside her home. ?I didn?t! I swear!?
?Zangya??
?I swear I didn?t!?
The small, bluish-green girl wept as she screamed at her maternal parent, pleading with her to not punish her. Guilt and regret was not something she accepted easily; she felt no remorse for what she had done, just for what was to happen to her now that she had done it.
?Zangya!? yelled the mother. Zangya?s weeping stopped cold, coming to a complete halt as her mother?s raised voice finally caught her attention. The enraged young teenager stopped stomping around the room, giving way to her mother to end the lecture. ?Zangya,? she repeated, calmer than before, ?Now, I know you didn?t mean to, but??
?Mother,? Zangya sobbed, ?I didn?t do it.?
?I?m sorry, Zangya.?
?No,? she said, lamenting all the more, ?No! I didn?t! You have to believe me! You just have to!? she cried. The hysterical child, in her fit of innocence, accidentally knocked from its perch on her end table a candle, which, in turn, fell to the surface of the end table. But not before the flame whizzed past the turned on light bulb of a lamp, and suddenly the entire home was engulfed in flames.
?End Flashback?
The green-skinned Ader lay in remorse. She could not rid herself of the anger that consumed her.
She was failing.
Her mind was now being overtaken with hatred and anger for that woman, and she could almost feel herself growing fanatical. Everything seemed to be spinning as she began thrashing in fury, and the young woman was suddenly struck with the fear of losing control. This had happened before, and it had not worked out so well for her family. Zangya feared that this time, it may not work out so well for her instead.
?Flashback?
?No!? cried a small Zangya as she stood inside her home. ?I didn?t! I swear!?
?Zangya??
?I swear I didn?t!?
The small, bluish-green girl wept as she screamed at her maternal parent, pleading with her to not punish her. Guilt and regret was not something she accepted easily; she felt no remorse for what she had done, just for what was to happen to her now that she had done it.
?Zangya!? yelled the mother. Zangya?s weeping stopped cold, coming to a complete halt as her mother?s raised voice finally caught her attention. The enraged young teenager stopped stomping around the room, giving way to her mother to end the lecture. ?Zangya,? she repeated, calmer than before, ?Now, I know you didn?t mean to, but??
?Mother,? Zangya sobbed, ?I didn?t do it.?
?I?m sorry, Zangya.?
?No,? she said, lamenting all the more, ?No! I didn?t! You have to believe me! You just have to!? she cried. The hysterical child, in her fit of innocence, accidentally knocked from its perch on her end table a candle, which, in turn, fell to the surface of the end table. But not before the flame whizzed past the turned on light bulb of a lamp, and suddenly the entire home was engulfed in flames.
?End Flashback?
The green-skinned Ader lay in remorse. She could not rid herself of the anger that consumed her.
She was failing.