Post by Keller Valentine on Sept 9, 2007 15:15:32 GMT -5
Two guards walked down an empty hall, they had been to retrieve something from the lower levels of the 12th century palace that Night Blade had taken up as their base. They walked in silence, neither knew what exactly the item was only that it was sealed within a room on the lower level. The door that the item was sealed behind was locked, they’d been given the key so that they could gain access to the room.
Stopping outside the door, one of the guards took the key from his pocket and unlocked the door. They both gasped as the door was pushed open, the sight that met their eyes was not what they had expected.
On the back wall a girl was chained there, her eyes were covered by a black blindfold. Her dusty pink hair hung in ringlets around her bowed head. Her hands were bound above her head but iron changes and her legs were bound by shackles, the way her head hung gave the impression that she wasn’t conscious, but oh were they wrong, she was very much conscious. Several wires connected her body to two machines on either side of her.
“Is…is she what we were here for?” one whispered. The other nodded before walking over to the girl. “Why is she?” he released the bounds that held the chains above her head while the other undid the bound that held her leg shackles.
“I have no idea but lets get her out of here,” they went to unclip the wire that connected her to the machine. The moment the wires were unclipped the girls shot out, grabbing both of their throats and lifting them off the ground with ease. Her eyes remained covered but she seemed un-phased by this. She threw them through the walls of the small room she’d been contained in.
The girl raised her head for the first time since she’d been freed from her bounds. Around her neck was tattooed thorns that circled her neck as if it were a choker. “Fools, you should of never freed me,” the voice of the girl held an angelic ring to it but it was also laced with dark fire. With graceful steps she walked from the room, how long she’d been in the room? She didn’t know and didn’t care. Her betrayers would pay, she’d reclaimed her powers as they had ordered, she’d done all that they’d asked but they brayed her, they locked her away, only releasing her to have her destroy an enemy then returning her to her prison.
She punched through the door, sending it flying into the wall that was opposite it. She walked into the room, punching the door hadn’t even broken her stride. Three demons ran at the girl, she smirked, she could hear them coming. She spun forcing all three into the ground with a powerful roundhouse to the head. She still walked past them not bothering to kill them. She found her destination quickly enough, the stairs to the upper levels.
A door was thrown off its’ hinges, a load crash sounded through palace as the door made contact with the floor. All in the lobby turned to the door way, gasping at the sight of the this still blinded girl standing there. They lunged at her, she counter, not letting them land a hit as she dodged their movements and knocking them out.
“Stop!” a voice called from one of the stair cases, the girl looked in that direction. “I understand your upset but please, be calm my daughter,” it was Strife. “Keller, please be calm,” she whispered, trying to sooth the girls’ anger.
A cold laugh left the lips of the girl. “You seek to calm me with words after all you’ve done to me?” Kellers’ head was bowed once more.
“Why are your eyes still covered when your shackles have long been removed?” Strife asked as she noticed her eyes were still hidden by the black blindfold.
“Do you wish to see my eyes mother? Do you wish to see what your machine has done to me?” Keller raised her delicate hands to her blindfold. “Very well then,” she said as the blindfold was pulled from her eyes, they were closed for now. She opened her eyes slowly, they were white, no pupils or irises.
Strife gasped, raising her hand to her mouth. Keller was blind. The machine was meant to keep her alive but not aware of her surroundings had a nasty sound affects. It turned the person linked up to it was turned blind.
“Keller…” Strife whispered but her daughter ignored her as she walked out the palace before shimmering and appearing outside a bar in New York, it was open mike night. She walked in, she wore a white corset, white trousers, a white ankle length jacket and white ballet shoes. She ruffled her hair slightly.
Someone bumped into her. “Oh, sorry miss,” a soft voiced guy asked her, she nodded. “Here let me help you, are you here to sing?” he asked.
“Yes, could you help me by putting my name down,” she asked softly. Keller smiled sweetly at him.
“I could do better than that,” he took her hand a showed her to the stage. He helped her up then smiled and handed her a guitar. Her finger wrapped her fingers around it.
“Pretty girl on every corner
Sunshine turns the sky to gold
Warm warm, it's always warm here
I can't take the cold
Streets littered with diamonds
Every one's glistening
This whole world shines so brightly
I can't see a thing
She's pretty as a picture
She is like a golden ring
Circles me with love and laughter
I can't feel a thing
The sky's gonna open
People gonna pray and crawl
It's gonna rain down fire
It's gonna burn us all
The sky's gonna open
People gonna pray and sing
I can't feel a thing
She's pretty as a picture
She is like a golden ring
Cirlces me with love and laughter
And I can't feel a thing
The sky's gonna open
People gonna pray and crawl
It's gonna rain down fire
It's gonna burn us all
The sky's gonna open
People gonna pray and sing
I can't feel a thing
Oh, I can't feel,”
Keller sang her heart out, playing the guitar without even thinking it, she knew it all too well. She closed her hand, the guy walked over to her and took her hand, helping her to the bar. She ordered a diet coke and sat at the bar, she could feel the eyes of others on her but didn’t acknowledge them. She merely sipped at her diet coke.
Stopping outside the door, one of the guards took the key from his pocket and unlocked the door. They both gasped as the door was pushed open, the sight that met their eyes was not what they had expected.
On the back wall a girl was chained there, her eyes were covered by a black blindfold. Her dusty pink hair hung in ringlets around her bowed head. Her hands were bound above her head but iron changes and her legs were bound by shackles, the way her head hung gave the impression that she wasn’t conscious, but oh were they wrong, she was very much conscious. Several wires connected her body to two machines on either side of her.
“Is…is she what we were here for?” one whispered. The other nodded before walking over to the girl. “Why is she?” he released the bounds that held the chains above her head while the other undid the bound that held her leg shackles.
“I have no idea but lets get her out of here,” they went to unclip the wire that connected her to the machine. The moment the wires were unclipped the girls shot out, grabbing both of their throats and lifting them off the ground with ease. Her eyes remained covered but she seemed un-phased by this. She threw them through the walls of the small room she’d been contained in.
The girl raised her head for the first time since she’d been freed from her bounds. Around her neck was tattooed thorns that circled her neck as if it were a choker. “Fools, you should of never freed me,” the voice of the girl held an angelic ring to it but it was also laced with dark fire. With graceful steps she walked from the room, how long she’d been in the room? She didn’t know and didn’t care. Her betrayers would pay, she’d reclaimed her powers as they had ordered, she’d done all that they’d asked but they brayed her, they locked her away, only releasing her to have her destroy an enemy then returning her to her prison.
She punched through the door, sending it flying into the wall that was opposite it. She walked into the room, punching the door hadn’t even broken her stride. Three demons ran at the girl, she smirked, she could hear them coming. She spun forcing all three into the ground with a powerful roundhouse to the head. She still walked past them not bothering to kill them. She found her destination quickly enough, the stairs to the upper levels.
A door was thrown off its’ hinges, a load crash sounded through palace as the door made contact with the floor. All in the lobby turned to the door way, gasping at the sight of the this still blinded girl standing there. They lunged at her, she counter, not letting them land a hit as she dodged their movements and knocking them out.
“Stop!” a voice called from one of the stair cases, the girl looked in that direction. “I understand your upset but please, be calm my daughter,” it was Strife. “Keller, please be calm,” she whispered, trying to sooth the girls’ anger.
A cold laugh left the lips of the girl. “You seek to calm me with words after all you’ve done to me?” Kellers’ head was bowed once more.
“Why are your eyes still covered when your shackles have long been removed?” Strife asked as she noticed her eyes were still hidden by the black blindfold.
“Do you wish to see my eyes mother? Do you wish to see what your machine has done to me?” Keller raised her delicate hands to her blindfold. “Very well then,” she said as the blindfold was pulled from her eyes, they were closed for now. She opened her eyes slowly, they were white, no pupils or irises.
Strife gasped, raising her hand to her mouth. Keller was blind. The machine was meant to keep her alive but not aware of her surroundings had a nasty sound affects. It turned the person linked up to it was turned blind.
“Keller…” Strife whispered but her daughter ignored her as she walked out the palace before shimmering and appearing outside a bar in New York, it was open mike night. She walked in, she wore a white corset, white trousers, a white ankle length jacket and white ballet shoes. She ruffled her hair slightly.
Someone bumped into her. “Oh, sorry miss,” a soft voiced guy asked her, she nodded. “Here let me help you, are you here to sing?” he asked.
“Yes, could you help me by putting my name down,” she asked softly. Keller smiled sweetly at him.
“I could do better than that,” he took her hand a showed her to the stage. He helped her up then smiled and handed her a guitar. Her finger wrapped her fingers around it.
“Pretty girl on every corner
Sunshine turns the sky to gold
Warm warm, it's always warm here
I can't take the cold
Streets littered with diamonds
Every one's glistening
This whole world shines so brightly
I can't see a thing
She's pretty as a picture
She is like a golden ring
Circles me with love and laughter
I can't feel a thing
The sky's gonna open
People gonna pray and crawl
It's gonna rain down fire
It's gonna burn us all
The sky's gonna open
People gonna pray and sing
I can't feel a thing
She's pretty as a picture
She is like a golden ring
Cirlces me with love and laughter
And I can't feel a thing
The sky's gonna open
People gonna pray and crawl
It's gonna rain down fire
It's gonna burn us all
The sky's gonna open
People gonna pray and sing
I can't feel a thing
Oh, I can't feel,”
Keller sang her heart out, playing the guitar without even thinking it, she knew it all too well. She closed her hand, the guy walked over to her and took her hand, helping her to the bar. She ordered a diet coke and sat at the bar, she could feel the eyes of others on her but didn’t acknowledge them. She merely sipped at her diet coke.