Growing Up – Part Two
High School – Year Two
Cross
I was a child. Just a baby when it all happened; and even now it all blurs in my mind and I am left awake in my bed wondering just how I survived, and just how I got here. It ‘was’ how I got here though, without my past I’d be a happily married man; protecting my children and not this child.
He lives in a world no one will ever find. He has a family no one will ever know of. He had a future no one will ever again be able to imagine.
He lived in a tiny village in a world that no longer exists. He doesn’t even believe it to have existed once. It is all a dream, a horrid nightmare he’ll never awake from; even if he knows it doesn’t exist. Yet, he always runs into people whom he once knew back when they too were in his world, in his tiny little village.
The world of the supernatural, HA, he laughs at that title. There is no such thing as their world; they are here, along with everyone else…just trying to survive in the many different realities that make up this one life.
He never died; he just simply showed up here; in a world beyond strange and foreign to him. No, part of him did die; parts of him are being slowly killed off every moment of his lives; his many, many lives.
He was born into an ancient world, where demons and witches and vampires were everyday problems; like mice and insects are today. He was raised in this hunter’s village as what everyone else was, a hunter. He was also damned good at it from the start.
He was the first to master blades out of all the children, and when the first guns showed up he was the first out of them all to master them. They were crude worthless little weapons that only fired once before having to be reloaded; a process that took too damned long unless your first shot was lethal. This was his strength though, he only needed one bullet.
His first life was wiped clean when he was only 11; when he followed a woman into her world. Her world was a crude little nasty dirty town somewhere in old England. The entire city smelled of rotting flesh, and he was found by a young man who happily took him in. He knew of these other worlds quiet well… but he had no idea how to return him…
This was a young man of 26; who was around five foot seven, with beautiful long white hair he always kept tied up, and amazingly gorgeous pale flesh, he also had the most amazing pale blue eyes. He went by the name of Edward, the most common name he could think of for the time, and he taught the young boy of all the different worlds he had been to.
He also named him. Cross and Edward became inseparable, Edward adopted him as a younger brother and Cross happily accepted. Edward taught him everything he knew about surviving in this world; against things other than humans. Cross; already a skilled hunter, took to these new challenges and weapons with ease.
Then he fell in love.
She was a beautiful young woman, only two years older than him at 18. She was what Edward called a ‘mirror’. She was born with strange powers but was only mortal. Her dreams connected all the different worlds of all the different creatures together, and it was Edward’s job to watch her and make sure no one with evil intent got a hold of her.
So many wanted this power to travel through the worlds with ease and without risking death; for normally the only way to achieve this kind of ‘transportation’ was to die and be reborn in a new world. Elizabeth was useless in battle though, and the two quickly fell into the roles of protecting her from the various threats.
Cross soon learned of his love for the blond haired angle with the dark blue eyes; but also learned of Edward’s affection for her. While they never openly fought at first, the tension between them grew until the point they couldn’t even hold a conversation together without breaking into an argument.
Edward knew he would never be able to live a normal mortal life with her, and he soon backed away to let Cross have her. Cross more than willingly accepted; and proclaimed his love for her.
They lived happily together for three years…
“Edwards gone!” Her voice was near hysteria, a sound Cross had never heard before in his life. The beauty was gone…it was as if she had gone mad over night. That struck a nerve hard…so what if he was gone… she was his…not Edward’s.
“So?” His voice was half-asses, he honestly didn’t care where Edward had run off to…Pegasus could handle himself, and it was more than possible he had just been called off on another job, he couldn’t tell her about that. He also knew Cross didn’t honestly care, not anymore.
“So? What do you mean so? What if something’s gotten him?” She pushed her way into Cross’s arms, he was sitting shirtless on their bed, sighing softly to himself as she broke down into tears in his arms. He had seen her like this one other time before in his life, and that too had something to do with Edward. He let out a sigh again, gently petting her too long blond hair.
Once their love had been wonderful, once they had talked of starting a family together, once they had even talked seriously about Cross dropping his job as a hunter; lately, however, Cross had just grown to feel more and more like an Edward surrogate.
He was no longer, however, the bony 16 year old the 18 year old Elizabeth had accepted. He no longer looked anything like Edward. He wasn’t much taller, but he was far larger. He was stronger. His face was harder, and he actually grew facial hair without any effort. He also couldn’t stand letting his hair grow long and kept it very short. He was also tanned and his hair was black and his eyes were such a dark brown they too could pass as black. He had also picked up an accent. Edward didn’t have an accent.
Yet, he still loved her more than life itself…and he still hated to see her cry, so a part of him was actually furious with Edward for leaving them like this, even if it did only upset Elizabeth. She loved that horse-boy… she loved him more than life itself.
That was the last night he ever saw Elizabeth blush or laugh or blink or breath…the last time he ever kissed her, ever felt the warmth in her body…the last night she ever lived.
He would never forgive that horse…not as long as he lived…
That life ended…and he found Pegasus again, this time in a stranger new world, with computers and cars and airplanes…and new guns…better guns…amazing guns. He also found Pegasus’s new project…a young girl by the name of Felicia…
He felt his fist impact stone as his right hand flew out to nail Kuro on the chin, the horse boy never moved, and Cross snarled out impatiently; he hated fighting without weapons, especially this cold hard bastard. He was younger now; he only looked about 17 at oldest, but his hair was still longer than his shoulders, white, and always tied up. He also had those same blank pale blue eyes.
He pulled his arm back again to swing harder, his large muscles bulging. He let the band snap in his control, and he ended up hitting empty air, Kuro standing on the other side of him sighing slightly to himself. He fell against the nothingness and collapsed to his knees, panting to catch his breath.
“What are you doing here?” Kuro’s voice was cold, blank…and he would be like this to everyone until Flick woke in the hospital a year and a half later…at this point she was at school waiting for the bell to ring to go to the football game with him.
“I followed a blood sucker here, the bastard got away…kept mumbling something about a new mirror.” He spoke out in panted gasps; wiping the sweat from his forehead before pushing himself to his feet and rolling his shoulders.
“Flick…” Kuro growled quietly to himself and ignored Cross’s questioning glances and glare. “Listen, I don’t have time for this. Stay out of my way.” With that Kuro turned his back on the enraged Cross and began to walk away.
“You killed her!” Cross nearly snarled after him, his fist clenched on either side of his body, shacking. Kuro froze in his step but didn’t turn…he simply muttered just loud enough for Cross to hear.
“She killed herself…and that was so long ago I don’t even remember all the details…”
“So that’s it then!? Oh well!? A big oops!!?” He nearly cried out at him, his rage causing his entire body to shake.
“Firstly, my old friend…she killed herself…secondly, this one is more important.” He began to walk away, freezing and nearly killing Cross right then at this next comment.
“So that’s all this is to you? A huge job, once you’re done with this one I’m sure you’ll let her die too!” Cross’s voice was cut short…his yell becoming quiet until he was silent…stunned at Kuro’s reaction. Kuro had turned towards him, biting down on his lower lip. His face was flushed red with anger; his fists clenched on either side of him…his nails digging into his palms…
Kuro was ready to scream at him, to tear him to shred for that lost comment…but he decided better of it, and with a single deep breath turned and finished walking away from him, leaving Cross in silence.
I hated Flick right away. She was weak, and she was the reason Elizabeth was dead now. She was what dragged Edward/Kuro/Pegasus away…and that was the reason Elizabeth took her own life, against everything she had been taught growing up. I even openly hated her. I refused to acknowledge her humanity, she wasn’t human…not that creature.
Yet I see the way she watches me when I speak… I see the way her mind pricks up at my voice…the way her ears wrap around the accent only she seems to notice, and the way she devours in… every moment of it. Never does she actually hear what I say, or else she’d despise me… no… but she knows my voice better than Elizabeth ever would have.
I hate her even more for that…for being everything Elizabeth wasn’t without even trying. She even has her blue eyes…only they are different… her blue eyes are so alive, so perfect, so knowing. Elizabeth’s were just beautiful; there was nothing else there but stunning beauty. Flick has all that a more…
I despise her for those eyes. I despise her for those full red lips, the ones that curve in a slight smile every time I speak. I can insult her and she’d still smile at me with those perfect red lips…those lips that beg to be touched… I despise that creature for that! I despise every part of her!
I prepare my gun, watching her eyes carefully for any sign of her losing control…the moment they turn a full red she’s gone. I’ve already sworn I’d kill her without hesitation…
I step closer, my gun raised at her, ignoring everything around me except for her blood red, all knowing, perfect eyes. My entire body is trembling now…but why? I despise her… I want her dead… I’ve imagined this moment in my life every night since I’ve met her… yet here I am… trembling…
I can hear Kuro screaming at her to stop now; his voice dry and rough from trying…his throat must be killing him…and yet he won’t give up…all for this child. This child; this horrid creature with the perfect eyes and lips…
I can see now that her shirt has been torn quiet a lot; exposing the top of her left breast and torn completely away from under the right breast. Her pants are also torn horridly. She had obviously been in one hell of a dog fight with this headless creature before her. I force myself to focus on the red eyes… those red eyes mean she is uncontrollable…dangerous… something I must kill to satisfy my job.
Kuro is nearly crying for her now, begging…screaming… he’s screaming her name over and over and over, her nickname over and over and over, she doesn’t flinch. She obviously hears nothing. I obviously have no choice, I must kill her.
I aim, and feel my hand shaking…I quickly shake it off… I swallow hard; my throat is parched and dry… I can feel sweat building up on my forehead.
Oh god… all I can think of is her smiling face, those perfect red lips pulled up in that tiny smile thanks to my voice; my accent. All I can hear now in her laughing, that perfect ringing laughing that sends chills through my spine every time.
I force myself to swallow again and feel the trigger with my finger… I’ll count down from ten and at one I’ll fire… I have it aimed at her chest… only one shot and it’ll be all over… I HAVE to shot now so we can get Eric to the hospital…I have to...
Ten…
Nine…
…Eight…
Seven
Six
Five
Four….
Three…
…….two…..
The gun falls slowly and lands gently on the ground at Cross’s feet, his arms hang limply at his sides…his lips form soundless words…mouthing the words and repeating them silently to himself in his head before speaking..
“Felicia…” He listens to himself… the accent there…but his voice to quiet…
“Felicia please…” He speaks a little louder now… his words almost shaking… He sees her mind perk up…and Dave’s torn body goes slightly limp… Oh my god…. It is actually working…
“Please Felicia.” He speaks in a low talking voice now, and she freezes…she doesn’t shift, she doesn’t move…she’s listening…
He can feel tears building up in his eyes…they won’t spill over now…but he can feel them. He forces his eyes shut and prepares himself to scream out her name, and then run to her when she passes out… he knows… he just knows it’s going to work.
“Flick, stop!!!” He screams her name, the first time ever using her chosen name…
Her face instantly snaps to his…her eyes slowly fading from red to blue… she has tears spilling down her cheeks now, and Dave’s body lies limp on the ground in front of him. She smiles a tiny smile at him for a second, and then everything in her world goes dark.
He manages to make it to her side before she hits the ground, and he clings to her in his arms, letting himself sit down and hold her in his lap.
I’ve never noticed before… but she really is quite warm…
High School – Year Two
Cross
I was a child. Just a baby when it all happened; and even now it all blurs in my mind and I am left awake in my bed wondering just how I survived, and just how I got here. It ‘was’ how I got here though, without my past I’d be a happily married man; protecting my children and not this child.
He lives in a world no one will ever find. He has a family no one will ever know of. He had a future no one will ever again be able to imagine.
He lived in a tiny village in a world that no longer exists. He doesn’t even believe it to have existed once. It is all a dream, a horrid nightmare he’ll never awake from; even if he knows it doesn’t exist. Yet, he always runs into people whom he once knew back when they too were in his world, in his tiny little village.
The world of the supernatural, HA, he laughs at that title. There is no such thing as their world; they are here, along with everyone else…just trying to survive in the many different realities that make up this one life.
He never died; he just simply showed up here; in a world beyond strange and foreign to him. No, part of him did die; parts of him are being slowly killed off every moment of his lives; his many, many lives.
He was born into an ancient world, where demons and witches and vampires were everyday problems; like mice and insects are today. He was raised in this hunter’s village as what everyone else was, a hunter. He was also damned good at it from the start.
He was the first to master blades out of all the children, and when the first guns showed up he was the first out of them all to master them. They were crude worthless little weapons that only fired once before having to be reloaded; a process that took too damned long unless your first shot was lethal. This was his strength though, he only needed one bullet.
His first life was wiped clean when he was only 11; when he followed a woman into her world. Her world was a crude little nasty dirty town somewhere in old England. The entire city smelled of rotting flesh, and he was found by a young man who happily took him in. He knew of these other worlds quiet well… but he had no idea how to return him…
This was a young man of 26; who was around five foot seven, with beautiful long white hair he always kept tied up, and amazingly gorgeous pale flesh, he also had the most amazing pale blue eyes. He went by the name of Edward, the most common name he could think of for the time, and he taught the young boy of all the different worlds he had been to.
He also named him. Cross and Edward became inseparable, Edward adopted him as a younger brother and Cross happily accepted. Edward taught him everything he knew about surviving in this world; against things other than humans. Cross; already a skilled hunter, took to these new challenges and weapons with ease.
Then he fell in love.
She was a beautiful young woman, only two years older than him at 18. She was what Edward called a ‘mirror’. She was born with strange powers but was only mortal. Her dreams connected all the different worlds of all the different creatures together, and it was Edward’s job to watch her and make sure no one with evil intent got a hold of her.
So many wanted this power to travel through the worlds with ease and without risking death; for normally the only way to achieve this kind of ‘transportation’ was to die and be reborn in a new world. Elizabeth was useless in battle though, and the two quickly fell into the roles of protecting her from the various threats.
Cross soon learned of his love for the blond haired angle with the dark blue eyes; but also learned of Edward’s affection for her. While they never openly fought at first, the tension between them grew until the point they couldn’t even hold a conversation together without breaking into an argument.
Edward knew he would never be able to live a normal mortal life with her, and he soon backed away to let Cross have her. Cross more than willingly accepted; and proclaimed his love for her.
They lived happily together for three years…
“Edwards gone!” Her voice was near hysteria, a sound Cross had never heard before in his life. The beauty was gone…it was as if she had gone mad over night. That struck a nerve hard…so what if he was gone… she was his…not Edward’s.
“So?” His voice was half-asses, he honestly didn’t care where Edward had run off to…Pegasus could handle himself, and it was more than possible he had just been called off on another job, he couldn’t tell her about that. He also knew Cross didn’t honestly care, not anymore.
“So? What do you mean so? What if something’s gotten him?” She pushed her way into Cross’s arms, he was sitting shirtless on their bed, sighing softly to himself as she broke down into tears in his arms. He had seen her like this one other time before in his life, and that too had something to do with Edward. He let out a sigh again, gently petting her too long blond hair.
Once their love had been wonderful, once they had talked of starting a family together, once they had even talked seriously about Cross dropping his job as a hunter; lately, however, Cross had just grown to feel more and more like an Edward surrogate.
He was no longer, however, the bony 16 year old the 18 year old Elizabeth had accepted. He no longer looked anything like Edward. He wasn’t much taller, but he was far larger. He was stronger. His face was harder, and he actually grew facial hair without any effort. He also couldn’t stand letting his hair grow long and kept it very short. He was also tanned and his hair was black and his eyes were such a dark brown they too could pass as black. He had also picked up an accent. Edward didn’t have an accent.
Yet, he still loved her more than life itself…and he still hated to see her cry, so a part of him was actually furious with Edward for leaving them like this, even if it did only upset Elizabeth. She loved that horse-boy… she loved him more than life itself.
That was the last night he ever saw Elizabeth blush or laugh or blink or breath…the last time he ever kissed her, ever felt the warmth in her body…the last night she ever lived.
He would never forgive that horse…not as long as he lived…
That life ended…and he found Pegasus again, this time in a stranger new world, with computers and cars and airplanes…and new guns…better guns…amazing guns. He also found Pegasus’s new project…a young girl by the name of Felicia…
He felt his fist impact stone as his right hand flew out to nail Kuro on the chin, the horse boy never moved, and Cross snarled out impatiently; he hated fighting without weapons, especially this cold hard bastard. He was younger now; he only looked about 17 at oldest, but his hair was still longer than his shoulders, white, and always tied up. He also had those same blank pale blue eyes.
He pulled his arm back again to swing harder, his large muscles bulging. He let the band snap in his control, and he ended up hitting empty air, Kuro standing on the other side of him sighing slightly to himself. He fell against the nothingness and collapsed to his knees, panting to catch his breath.
“What are you doing here?” Kuro’s voice was cold, blank…and he would be like this to everyone until Flick woke in the hospital a year and a half later…at this point she was at school waiting for the bell to ring to go to the football game with him.
“I followed a blood sucker here, the bastard got away…kept mumbling something about a new mirror.” He spoke out in panted gasps; wiping the sweat from his forehead before pushing himself to his feet and rolling his shoulders.
“Flick…” Kuro growled quietly to himself and ignored Cross’s questioning glances and glare. “Listen, I don’t have time for this. Stay out of my way.” With that Kuro turned his back on the enraged Cross and began to walk away.
“You killed her!” Cross nearly snarled after him, his fist clenched on either side of his body, shacking. Kuro froze in his step but didn’t turn…he simply muttered just loud enough for Cross to hear.
“She killed herself…and that was so long ago I don’t even remember all the details…”
“So that’s it then!? Oh well!? A big oops!!?” He nearly cried out at him, his rage causing his entire body to shake.
“Firstly, my old friend…she killed herself…secondly, this one is more important.” He began to walk away, freezing and nearly killing Cross right then at this next comment.
“So that’s all this is to you? A huge job, once you’re done with this one I’m sure you’ll let her die too!” Cross’s voice was cut short…his yell becoming quiet until he was silent…stunned at Kuro’s reaction. Kuro had turned towards him, biting down on his lower lip. His face was flushed red with anger; his fists clenched on either side of him…his nails digging into his palms…
Kuro was ready to scream at him, to tear him to shred for that lost comment…but he decided better of it, and with a single deep breath turned and finished walking away from him, leaving Cross in silence.
I hated Flick right away. She was weak, and she was the reason Elizabeth was dead now. She was what dragged Edward/Kuro/Pegasus away…and that was the reason Elizabeth took her own life, against everything she had been taught growing up. I even openly hated her. I refused to acknowledge her humanity, she wasn’t human…not that creature.
Yet I see the way she watches me when I speak… I see the way her mind pricks up at my voice…the way her ears wrap around the accent only she seems to notice, and the way she devours in… every moment of it. Never does she actually hear what I say, or else she’d despise me… no… but she knows my voice better than Elizabeth ever would have.
I hate her even more for that…for being everything Elizabeth wasn’t without even trying. She even has her blue eyes…only they are different… her blue eyes are so alive, so perfect, so knowing. Elizabeth’s were just beautiful; there was nothing else there but stunning beauty. Flick has all that a more…
I despise her for those eyes. I despise her for those full red lips, the ones that curve in a slight smile every time I speak. I can insult her and she’d still smile at me with those perfect red lips…those lips that beg to be touched… I despise that creature for that! I despise every part of her!
I prepare my gun, watching her eyes carefully for any sign of her losing control…the moment they turn a full red she’s gone. I’ve already sworn I’d kill her without hesitation…
I step closer, my gun raised at her, ignoring everything around me except for her blood red, all knowing, perfect eyes. My entire body is trembling now…but why? I despise her… I want her dead… I’ve imagined this moment in my life every night since I’ve met her… yet here I am… trembling…
I can hear Kuro screaming at her to stop now; his voice dry and rough from trying…his throat must be killing him…and yet he won’t give up…all for this child. This child; this horrid creature with the perfect eyes and lips…
I can see now that her shirt has been torn quiet a lot; exposing the top of her left breast and torn completely away from under the right breast. Her pants are also torn horridly. She had obviously been in one hell of a dog fight with this headless creature before her. I force myself to focus on the red eyes… those red eyes mean she is uncontrollable…dangerous… something I must kill to satisfy my job.
Kuro is nearly crying for her now, begging…screaming… he’s screaming her name over and over and over, her nickname over and over and over, she doesn’t flinch. She obviously hears nothing. I obviously have no choice, I must kill her.
I aim, and feel my hand shaking…I quickly shake it off… I swallow hard; my throat is parched and dry… I can feel sweat building up on my forehead.
Oh god… all I can think of is her smiling face, those perfect red lips pulled up in that tiny smile thanks to my voice; my accent. All I can hear now in her laughing, that perfect ringing laughing that sends chills through my spine every time.
I force myself to swallow again and feel the trigger with my finger… I’ll count down from ten and at one I’ll fire… I have it aimed at her chest… only one shot and it’ll be all over… I HAVE to shot now so we can get Eric to the hospital…I have to...
Ten…
Nine…
…Eight…
Seven
Six
Five
Four….
Three…
…….two…..
The gun falls slowly and lands gently on the ground at Cross’s feet, his arms hang limply at his sides…his lips form soundless words…mouthing the words and repeating them silently to himself in his head before speaking..
“Felicia…” He listens to himself… the accent there…but his voice to quiet…
“Felicia please…” He speaks a little louder now… his words almost shaking… He sees her mind perk up…and Dave’s torn body goes slightly limp… Oh my god…. It is actually working…
“Please Felicia.” He speaks in a low talking voice now, and she freezes…she doesn’t shift, she doesn’t move…she’s listening…
He can feel tears building up in his eyes…they won’t spill over now…but he can feel them. He forces his eyes shut and prepares himself to scream out her name, and then run to her when she passes out… he knows… he just knows it’s going to work.
“Flick, stop!!!” He screams her name, the first time ever using her chosen name…
Her face instantly snaps to his…her eyes slowly fading from red to blue… she has tears spilling down her cheeks now, and Dave’s body lies limp on the ground in front of him. She smiles a tiny smile at him for a second, and then everything in her world goes dark.
He manages to make it to her side before she hits the ground, and he clings to her in his arms, letting himself sit down and hold her in his lap.
I’ve never noticed before… but she really is quite warm…
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