He's too fsr gone now. Accept his fate." His father said with Grimace, as he walked away from the bloodied scene. "You're a monster!" His mother shouted at him, while holding the Young Neko in her hands. Envy, Neko's father. Halted and turned sideways, his face towards His wife.
"I was a Monster. Long long time ago." He chuckled Maliciously as his feet took him out of the Dying place. "My son... I promise. You will live." Hope, Neko's mother. Wrapped Neko's head in her arms, never letting go. Hope began to vanish, hope began to excrete a blinding light, that overthrew the Light of the gigantic flames, enveloping around them. The blinding flash came, blowing a cold gust of wind through the field. Making even your Empty stomach freeze at the temperature. Hope's body slowly faded. Her last smile was painful but full of Hope. A teardrop settled on Neko's cheek. A protective blue light started to develop from his cheek.
It spreaded throughout his Unconscious figure, shielding him from the heat. Making his skin Feel cool as snow. Hope's embrace faded. Leaving Neko all along in the midst of the burning flames.
"In flames you live, in flames you die." A shadow rushed past the flames, leaving a rough whisper in the air.
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A decision that you make, affects the outcome of the future. Decisions, you want to avoid them, and just say. "I make my own!" But not in every circumstances. In mine. I choose. Lifting one from his agony and pain, his curse and weakness. Or let Everyone, I held dearest, burn alive in front of my eyes. I choose the first. But it doesn't end there. I may say its a 'Freebie' but in reality its more tragic agony.
Only ME got to keep MY Memories, while my friends live their lives normally, without me from the picture, without my existance.
Read out to see how the story tells about the Young boy Neko, that has been used as a 'secret weapon' for the evil.
You want to rememeber. Not every villain, is Evil.
~Nekko (Cakei too)
A girl who wanted nothing but to fall.
A boy who knew nothing but to rise.
Cheryl Faun and Tristan Tanner had their differences.
Knowing each other since kindergarten, the two never really communicated properly. Or, well, Cheryl pushed Tristan away with any chance she got. A regular day to them would be a faceless girl trying to commit suicide, and a sunshine boy rescuing her before the gates of hell.
In the past 12 years, nothing changed.
Absolutely nothing.
And when something happens, something completely outrageous and compelling, the two are pushed together closer than they've ever been before. Too close, maybe. But, this didn't change anything. It COULDN'T change anything.
Right?
If fate had other plans for them, could everything go TOTALLY wrong?
Obviously...
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"Stop.. trying to kill yourself!" He retorted. His eyes closed, and he began ranting. "I don't LIKE it when you think it's a good idea to KILL yourself. I don't LIKE seeing you in pain. I don't LIKE saving you because it breaks me every time your eyes seem to lull me to sleep!"
I still couldn't say anything. His hands grabbed my face, and I felt him leaning in even more, his lips a mere centimeter away from mine. His eyes were still closed, but I felt a pain behind his breathing. Every small twitch and shiver from him sent a lightning bolt down my spine. He was holding up a wall, and wouldn't let anyone tear it down. My hands moved up a little, and I grabbed his arms. Water was streaming down my face- I couldn't tell if it were tears or the ocean- and he opened his eyes. The emerald green met my grey eyes, and I looked at him, letting him stare at the fallen tears.
"If you hate it that much," I whispered, "Leave me here to die."
Tristan's eyes gleamed in response, and he leaned over, saying, "As if that'll ever happen."
[SEQUEL: LOADING GAME]
[ DISCLAIMER: This concept was developed during my middle school years. I understand how underdeveloped the plot is. ]