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ladybug_archive) wrote2005-04-18 07:08 am
ladybug_archive) wrote2005-04-18 07:08 am
Entry tags:
- bikers,
- blurb,
- fanfiction,
- rp,
- ygo
More Blurbness
^^ I'm doing a really great and intense RP with SK at the moment, and while I'm waiting for us to be able to continue it, I fiddled around and came up with this blurb. **pats it.**
Valon registered the slamming of the door, but only vaguely. His attention was focused on the body laying on the floor in front of him. Horrified tears came to his eyes as he struggled down and over to the form. Here was a true friend, one who had proven time and agained that he was willing to sacrifice his own safety for Valon's. How could Valon have been so blind this time as to decide that Alister and Raphael were being paranoid and that they were trying to "wreck his life"? He knew that wasn't true. He had been angry that they had kept insisting that Vifa was wicked and so he had eventually fallen prey to the way the woman had been poisoning him against them---but that was no excuse.
The tears slipped freely from his eyes as he touched Alister's shoulder. "Come on, old chum," he begged. "You've gotta get up! Please. . . ." But his friend was still as he lay on the floor, mostly on his stomach but partially on his side. Valon feared the worst.
"It's my fault!" he screamed. "My chum's dead and it's my fault!" He was unable to be consoled. Gently he turned Alister onto his back, staring at the lifeless, pale body. Vivalene had shot him right in the heart with her laser gun. The memory of Alister's shocked, pained eyes flashed before Valon's own. Vifa had just admitted that she'd slipped a pill into Valon's drink that had the effects of a truth serum in order to get the secrets of Atlantis and Doom. Valon hadn't comprehended at first, and that was when Alister had entered through the front door. . . .
"What are you doing to him?! Leave him alone." The redhead's voice was dark and filled with anger. Valon looked up, still annoyed and not able to clearly process that Vifa had just told him that she had deliberately drugged him. How could that be true? Vifa was his friend!
Vivalene looked up boredly. "Oh, you again? I thought you would've abandoned Valon after the way he treated you and Raphael." She smirked. "Oh well. It will be more fun this way." Without warning she whipped out a laser gun that she had been keeping behind her kitchen cabinet and pointed it at Valon.
The brunette just stared at her. "Vifa?!" he cried in disbelief. "What's going on?!" And then he clenched his fists, the fogginess from the drug clearing enough that he realized exactly what Vifa had said earlier. She had drugged him. And now it almost looked like she wanted to kill him.
The woman laughed. "You're so gullible! But you're useless to me now. So I think I'll just kill you." She pulled the trigger. Valon, rendered temporarily numb from the drug, couldn't move away. So many things flashed through his mind then---betrayal, shock, confusion, hurt. . . . He was certain he was going to die.
But he didn't. Someone else darted in front of him and took the blast. Alister gasped, clutching at his chest where his heart was, and crumpled to the floor. Valon stared at him, trying to get the facts clear in his mind on what had happened. Alister was laying on the floor. . . . He had just accepted the fatal blast in Valon's place.
"ALISTER??!" Valon screamed. He struggled to stand, but Vifa laughed and shoved him back down into the chair. He looked up at her with outrage. "You killed him! You killed my best friend!" A fist clenched. "I trusted you! I thought you were someone who really liked the same stuff I do . . . someone I could be close to . . . and I pushed my real friends away because of you!" Again he tried to get up, though his legs felt weak and shaky.
Vifa slipped the laser gun in her purse. "Too bad for you," she replied with a wicked smirk. "You should have listened to them. After all, they've been your friends for years and they've never lied to you." She turned. "I was going to kill you, but I think I won't. I'll leave you with your friend's body. That will be torture enough for you. Oh poor Valon." She kicked Alister's body before walking out of the room and out the front door. She had been planning to leave tonight anyway. This was just a bit sooner than she'd planned. But she'd gathered some important clues from Valon, so things weren't a complete loss. She didn't care about the chaos she was leaving behind her. She never did. Any feelings she'd had of kindness and goodness were buried under her malice and greed. Valon was just another name on her list of victims.
Valon gathered Alister's body into his arms, the tears continuing to fall. "GET UP!" he wailed, giving the much-too-limp body a shake. A sick feeling was wrapping itself around his heart. He couldn't bear this. He had treated Alister and Raphael so badly, and still they were willing to try to help him. . . . They still cared---and now Alister was dead because he had tried to save his misled friend. Valon clutched the lifeless form, trembling as he gazed off into the distance. He barely noticed when Raphael came running in, though somewhere in his mind he registered the fact.
"What happened?!" the blonde man demanded as he knelt down next to his two friends. He could make a good guess. Alister was too still. . . . And Valon would never be holding him if something wasn't wrong. . . . "Valon?" He laid a firm hand on the boy's shoulder when he didn't get a response to his query.
Valon started violently and then looked up at Raphael with haunted cerulean eyes. "He's dead, Raph!" he cried. "Our chum's dead . . . because of me being stupid!"
Raphael's eyes narrowed darkly. "Are you sure?" he growled, reaching to take Alister from Valon to examine him.
Valon relinquished the body unwillingly. "Yeah," he choked out, "'cause Vifa shot him in the heart. . . . He was looking after me . . . even after everything I've put you both through. . . ." He watched Raphael lay Alister down on the floor and bend over him, checking for signs of life. How? How could anyone care about me that much? I always make a mess out of everything. But they always come through for me anyway. . . . How come I wound up with such loyal guys for friends?
Raphael was only half-listening. He was concentrating on searching for breath or a heartbeat. At last he found what he was searching for. "He's alive, Valon," he announced. "Just barely . . . but he's still alive." And we have to keep it that way. Alister's heartbeat was greatly slowed, as was his breathing, but Raphael had to believe that they could save him.
Valon looked up at him immediately. "He's alive??!" His eyes became wide, though still worried and full of concern. "We havta help him, Raph!! We can't let him die. . . . We can't!" He looked back down at Alister's pale form. Now that Raphael had informed him that the gray-eyed man was still alive, Valon fancied that he could see the slight rise and fall of Alister's chest. Valon swallowed hard, silently pleading for Alister to pull through. He couldn't leave them! Please, Alister . . . I treated you and Raph like dirt. . . . You've gotta come back . . . and let me make up for it. . . .
Valon registered the slamming of the door, but only vaguely. His attention was focused on the body laying on the floor in front of him. Horrified tears came to his eyes as he struggled down and over to the form. Here was a true friend, one who had proven time and agained that he was willing to sacrifice his own safety for Valon's. How could Valon have been so blind this time as to decide that Alister and Raphael were being paranoid and that they were trying to "wreck his life"? He knew that wasn't true. He had been angry that they had kept insisting that Vifa was wicked and so he had eventually fallen prey to the way the woman had been poisoning him against them---but that was no excuse.
The tears slipped freely from his eyes as he touched Alister's shoulder. "Come on, old chum," he begged. "You've gotta get up! Please. . . ." But his friend was still as he lay on the floor, mostly on his stomach but partially on his side. Valon feared the worst.
"It's my fault!" he screamed. "My chum's dead and it's my fault!" He was unable to be consoled. Gently he turned Alister onto his back, staring at the lifeless, pale body. Vivalene had shot him right in the heart with her laser gun. The memory of Alister's shocked, pained eyes flashed before Valon's own. Vifa had just admitted that she'd slipped a pill into Valon's drink that had the effects of a truth serum in order to get the secrets of Atlantis and Doom. Valon hadn't comprehended at first, and that was when Alister had entered through the front door. . . .
"What are you doing to him?! Leave him alone." The redhead's voice was dark and filled with anger. Valon looked up, still annoyed and not able to clearly process that Vifa had just told him that she had deliberately drugged him. How could that be true? Vifa was his friend!
Vivalene looked up boredly. "Oh, you again? I thought you would've abandoned Valon after the way he treated you and Raphael." She smirked. "Oh well. It will be more fun this way." Without warning she whipped out a laser gun that she had been keeping behind her kitchen cabinet and pointed it at Valon.
The brunette just stared at her. "Vifa?!" he cried in disbelief. "What's going on?!" And then he clenched his fists, the fogginess from the drug clearing enough that he realized exactly what Vifa had said earlier. She had drugged him. And now it almost looked like she wanted to kill him.
The woman laughed. "You're so gullible! But you're useless to me now. So I think I'll just kill you." She pulled the trigger. Valon, rendered temporarily numb from the drug, couldn't move away. So many things flashed through his mind then---betrayal, shock, confusion, hurt. . . . He was certain he was going to die.
But he didn't. Someone else darted in front of him and took the blast. Alister gasped, clutching at his chest where his heart was, and crumpled to the floor. Valon stared at him, trying to get the facts clear in his mind on what had happened. Alister was laying on the floor. . . . He had just accepted the fatal blast in Valon's place.
"ALISTER??!" Valon screamed. He struggled to stand, but Vifa laughed and shoved him back down into the chair. He looked up at her with outrage. "You killed him! You killed my best friend!" A fist clenched. "I trusted you! I thought you were someone who really liked the same stuff I do . . . someone I could be close to . . . and I pushed my real friends away because of you!" Again he tried to get up, though his legs felt weak and shaky.
Vifa slipped the laser gun in her purse. "Too bad for you," she replied with a wicked smirk. "You should have listened to them. After all, they've been your friends for years and they've never lied to you." She turned. "I was going to kill you, but I think I won't. I'll leave you with your friend's body. That will be torture enough for you. Oh poor Valon." She kicked Alister's body before walking out of the room and out the front door. She had been planning to leave tonight anyway. This was just a bit sooner than she'd planned. But she'd gathered some important clues from Valon, so things weren't a complete loss. She didn't care about the chaos she was leaving behind her. She never did. Any feelings she'd had of kindness and goodness were buried under her malice and greed. Valon was just another name on her list of victims.
Valon gathered Alister's body into his arms, the tears continuing to fall. "GET UP!" he wailed, giving the much-too-limp body a shake. A sick feeling was wrapping itself around his heart. He couldn't bear this. He had treated Alister and Raphael so badly, and still they were willing to try to help him. . . . They still cared---and now Alister was dead because he had tried to save his misled friend. Valon clutched the lifeless form, trembling as he gazed off into the distance. He barely noticed when Raphael came running in, though somewhere in his mind he registered the fact.
"What happened?!" the blonde man demanded as he knelt down next to his two friends. He could make a good guess. Alister was too still. . . . And Valon would never be holding him if something wasn't wrong. . . . "Valon?" He laid a firm hand on the boy's shoulder when he didn't get a response to his query.
Valon started violently and then looked up at Raphael with haunted cerulean eyes. "He's dead, Raph!" he cried. "Our chum's dead . . . because of me being stupid!"
Raphael's eyes narrowed darkly. "Are you sure?" he growled, reaching to take Alister from Valon to examine him.
Valon relinquished the body unwillingly. "Yeah," he choked out, "'cause Vifa shot him in the heart. . . . He was looking after me . . . even after everything I've put you both through. . . ." He watched Raphael lay Alister down on the floor and bend over him, checking for signs of life. How? How could anyone care about me that much? I always make a mess out of everything. But they always come through for me anyway. . . . How come I wound up with such loyal guys for friends?
Raphael was only half-listening. He was concentrating on searching for breath or a heartbeat. At last he found what he was searching for. "He's alive, Valon," he announced. "Just barely . . . but he's still alive." And we have to keep it that way. Alister's heartbeat was greatly slowed, as was his breathing, but Raphael had to believe that they could save him.
Valon looked up at him immediately. "He's alive??!" His eyes became wide, though still worried and full of concern. "We havta help him, Raph!! We can't let him die. . . . We can't!" He looked back down at Alister's pale form. Now that Raphael had informed him that the gray-eyed man was still alive, Valon fancied that he could see the slight rise and fall of Alister's chest. Valon swallowed hard, silently pleading for Alister to pull through. He couldn't leave them! Please, Alister . . . I treated you and Raph like dirt. . . . You've gotta come back . . . and let me make up for it. . . .
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