Love's Not Void

Chapter 8:

The group settled down to make camp. Kitty decided to sleep in a tree with Asato, while the two others remained on the ground.

"You alright," she turned towards the quiet cat.

He was looking at her, but looked uncomfortable.

"I'm fine."

"Come on, tell me what's going on inside that head of yours." She tossed a berry in the air, catching it with her mouth.

"How do you know so much about Konoe?"

"I told you guys; I just know everything." She gave him a lighthearted chuckle, "But you're right. Konoe is amazing. You're pretty amazing too, you know."

The compliment took him off guard.

"I know you're not used to stuff like that. Nobody but Konoe has called you amazing. So just consider me a friend."

Taking a berry in her hand, she tossed it to Asato. He caught it with ease, and looked down at it.

"What is it like being a Sanga? You aren't like Konoe. When you hum something happens."

Giving an offhanded shrug, she leaned back against the tree.

"It's...warm. You have this sense of relief wash over you; relief and happiness."

She looked down at Konoe and Rai. They seemed to be catching up, having a friendly duel.

"What was it like before our time? Was it anything like now?"

Shaking her head, she closed her eyes to imagine her house- before yesterday.

"No, it's nothing like now. A lot has changed since then. But I think it has changed for the better."

"What do you mean?"

"The world that I come from is very selfish. Where I grew up, I was constantly surrounded by wars, and people whom wanted to control the society. I guess our inventive nature got to our heads. Nothing could have prepared us for the end."

The black cat gave a slow and steady nod.

Then a comfortable silence came over the conversation. It was as if the two were thinking amongst themselves at the same time.

Could what she just told Asato be her true feelings? Sure, the place that she comes from is hardly bearable. But did the Human Race have to come to a close because of it?

Tucking loose hair behind her ear, she took a deep breath in. It was time to rest. Who knows what tomorrow will come.

The haze around her slowly became clear. She was in a dark room. Said room was cold, but the atmosphere was heavy. It was almost like a weight was on her chest.

Attempting to stand, or sit up for that matter, proved to be more difficult than she thought. She couldn't move. She couldn't move at all. It was like she was being held down.

SSSSSS

It wasn't a sizzling sound. It was more like a hissing sound.

What was happening? Where was she? Was she dreaming?

Her toes curled, but that's the only thing her feet could do.

Jumping at a sudden scaly touch, something slowly began to slither up her leg.

Oh shit...this wasn't what she thought it was, was it? She was going to be forced to swallow a snake, like in the videogame?!

A red snake could be seen, slithering up her stomach. As it approached, its black eyes seemed to stare into her soul.

"If you or any of your pals think I'm swallowing you, you have another thing coming."

That's when another snake started to climb up her body.

Trying to take them off, she only managed to make her left leg twitch.

As the red snake journeyed down her throat, she felt a particularly hot sensation vent through her throat and stomach.

Muffled sounds of pain and shock came from the girl. Her eyes tightly squeezed shut, tears leaking from her tear-ducts.

An orange-ish yellow snake was next. It looked like the hardest to get down, due to how broad it was. It was so wide that she felt as if her throat had stretched beyond its capacity.

The third and final snake, the green one, was up. Out of all the snakes, this one had to be the sleekest, as it plunged down her throat so swift that she hardly knew it was there.

Gasping and sucking in air, Kimberly lied still. She was still in this horrid place. Wasn't it over, though? Wasn't this the part where she's supposed to wake up?

No. It wasn't.

Three flames appeared out of nowhere, all of which beared a different color. They surrounded her person, the bright light of each flame flickering independently.

"Has she already tired herself out," a mocking voice came.

"No wonder; she was struggling all the while."

"Still, she knew what was going to happen."

These voices...they were coming from the colored flames.

"Assholes," the girl muttered.

"Haha!"

"That's...cute."

"Is she talking to us?"

"I don't know. Maybe she's delirious."

The voices began to fade, the dark room around her beginning to turn white. Finally...she was getting out of this nightmare.

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Oh, the nightmare isn't quite over yet...

Out of the frying pan and into the fire. 

Thanks for you guys who are STILL reading, as i'm posting this very chapter. 

<3 Cat