Post by Hiei on Dec 17, 2007 16:12:23 GMT 7
Alice Academy: Alice in Wonderland
Chapter 2
The Subway/The Desire[/center]
Andre cursed under his breathe, breaking the silence of the subway. For 10 minutes, he had been waiting in the underground subway but no trains had passed from either sides at all. For 10 whole minutes, he had been sitting on a bench, staring at an insignificant spot on the ground. He was in an underground subway and it seemed that the only ways in and out were the train tracks of the subway, but Andre feared getting runover if he were to step on the tracks. He was getting impatient, yes, but it was not worth risking his life over. He dropped his head for a moment, his black white-streaked hair waving with the single movement.
At that, his patience reached its limit and he stood up, placing his hands into the pockets of his brown pants as he walked over to the tracks, only to stop as he noticed something at the corner of his eye. He let out a soft confused hum, turning his head as his grey eyes landed upon a blue familiar box. Turning his whole body to face the blue box, he stepped closer to it. He recognised it. It was one of those newspapers vending machines. He stopped in his tracks after standing about four feet in front of it. He stared at it for a moment, before turning his head to the side as he gazed at the tracks behind him.
Well, he might as well read up the newspaper as he waited. Letting out a soft growl of annoyance, he turned back to the newspaper vending machine. Looking at it closely, he noticed that there was only a single set of newspapers left. Talk about luck. He raised his eyes a bit, looking at the coin slot at the top of the machine. He let out a sigh as he searched his pockets.
"Where's a loose change when you need one?"
He muttered to himself as he stared at the newspaper vending machine. Well, he might as well. There was no one else around anyway. Raising his right foot, he bent it over his chest, before kicking it outwards at the center of the machine. The blue container fell backwards, the glass breaking. Andre pulled his right hand out from his pocket, pacing forward as he leaned over the broken machine. Reaching forward with his right hand, he grabbed the newspaper. He straightened himself, pulling out the news paper in the process. As he opened it, he noticed something dropping from the newspaper. He looked at the ground by his feet. Coins. Andre let out a single chuckle.
"Talk about irony."
Then, he raised his eyes as he looked at the newspaper, only to notice that it was simply a thick piece of paper. And on the paper was a message written in simple block letters. He tilted his head slightly, confused and surprised. Holding it up in front of him, he read the two sentences out loud.
"The choice you make is the path to doom.
The right choice is the choice that you lose."
The right choice is the choice that you lose."
And then, at the last word, Andre was slightly startled as two roars emerged from each track. Looking up from the newspaper, he noticed that now both tracks had trains. He looked at them with wide startled eyes, before calming himself as he dropped the newspaper. Standing with the trains on either side, he looked at the one to his right. It looked like one of those simple trains, with a blue line across the center. He turned to the one to his left. It looked similar, only that the line was blue. Now, which one should he enter. In his head, he repeated the earlier riddle, placing his right hand on his chin as he thought hard. He looked at the train to his right.
Now, if it were up to me, I'd choice the train to my right, cause well, it's the right choice. But then, the choice I make is the path to doom, so that means that the train to my right will lead me to my doom. So I guess the train to my left is the right train.
He nodded his head and he was about to turn around when he came to a realisation. Since he was taking the train to his left, then the train to his left had become his choice too.
Great, I'm stuck once more. If I decide to take that train, it'll become a choice too. So either way, I may be heading to my doom. Wait, there was another line, right? The right choice is the choice I lost. What does that mean? The choice I lose? Hmmm.
In deep thought, Andre closed his eyes, his right hand returning to his chin. The choice he lose. What does that mean, really? After a moment of deep thought and debate, he dropped his right hand, letting out a sigh as he opened his eyes. And then, something caught his eye. Something by his feet. The coins. It hit him! The choice he lost. That meant that the choice was not for him to make! Acting quickly with a small smile on his face, he bent down and grabbed the biggest coin, holding it in his right hand. Heads, the train on his right. Tails, the train on his left. Then, he flipped the coin, watching as it soared into the air, before catching it with his right hand. Then, something weird happened. The whole subway was engulfed suddenly in a thick mist. Andre took a step back, covering his face with his arms.
But as fast as the mist had arrived, it disappeared and soon enough, Andre found himself on a train. He was not sure which train this was, but he was sure it was moving. Thinking that he had made the right choice, he walked over to the nearest seat, sitting himself down in the completely empty train, now wondering to himself where the hell he was and where he was heading to.
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Where the hell am I?
I myself am unsure. We seem to have been teleported to another dimension, somehow.
Can you trace the source of this teleportation?
I can try.
Then go ahead.
At that, the young boy let out a soft gasp as his left hand clutched at his right arm, the sound of skin burning breaking the silence. It lasted for about a period of three seconds, before the boy finally moved again, this time placing his hands on his knees as he took deep breathes, waiting for the pain to pass. That took a while, but soon enough, he stood back up, his face as calm as ever as he gazed around. He was in a long hallway that seemed to belong to a Western Mansion and for ten whole minutes, he had been pacing and wandering but so far, he found no doors nor reached the end of the unbelievably long hallway.
The male was wearing a black shirt with a silver inverted cross on the center and under that was a long-sleeved plain black shirt. For his lower wear, he was wearing a pair of black pants that seemed to hinder not his movement, despite how tight it looked. On his hands were black fingerless gloves and as always, he wore his white red-soled Converse shoes. His crimson-tipped black hair waved with every step he took, his red eyes peering in front. Where was he? Why was he here? Who brought him here? Those were the questions that ate away at his attention, until to be diverted as he noticed some kind of golden table on the wall about fifteen feet in front of him, to the right.
He stopped in his tracks, gazing at it for a moment, before jogging forward at the tablet, his curiousity spurring him on. As he reached it, he knelt down in front of it. The first thing he noticed was the engravement on the golden tablet. They were words, but they seemed invisible. Too invisible for him to see. He stared at it for a moment, wondering how he was going to be able to decipher the message. Finding kneeling down uncomfortable, he stood up. Then, he noticed something. As he stood up, his shadow covered the tablet and there, he saw the words glowing. But at that angle, he could not see the words and read it. He knelt back down, placing his right hand on the tablet. He got it now. They were written with those neon liquid, the kind that glowed in the dark. The dark.
At that, he pulled his right hand back, staring at it for a moment. Soon enough, a black flame engulfed the hand. Now, flames usually gave out light, but the boy's was special. It enshrouded the area around it in darkness. He brought it near the gold tablet and soon enough, he could see the words. Bringing his face closer, he read the words out loud.
"It only takes one man's desire,
To destroy his will of fire."
To destroy his will of fire."
He jerked his hand, the black flame disappearing as he repeated the riddle in his head. What did that mean? He stood up, taking a step back from the golden tablet, his red eyes fixated on it. The riddle once more echoed in his head as he repeated it. It only takes one man's desire to destroy his will of fire? What did that mean? Desire. Fire. Desire could mean many things. Desire for money, power, love and in his case, freedom and answers. Fire could mean many things too. The dominant and fiery male, warmth, dragons. What could they mean? And then, his attention was totally diverted as he heard a voice coming from the direction he had been walking towards earlier. He raised his head as he peered through his red-tinted bangs, his eyes wide with surprise.
"Hiei..." The voice had said and it belonged to none other than Hime. Hiei, the Student President, turned to face her, his mouth open in confusion and his eyes peering into her blue hues. At that, his attention was totally diverted from the riddle, the golden tablet, the hallway and it was all focused on the girl he used to love and found that he could never get over. She was looking at him, an expression of sadness and regret on her face. She was wearing white short-sleeved shirt and a blue short skirt, her hair tied with two ponytails behind her. It took a while for the male to find his voice as he repled. "Hime..."
At that, the girl paced forward, her arms stretching outwards. Hiei stood there, his feet frozen to the ground as he stared at her. It had only been two months since they broke up and now, here they were again. He was snapped out of his flashback, though, as he felt pressure on his chest. Looking down, he saw Hime's head on his chest, her arms around his body. He felt his body freeze in shock. A sharp pain hit Hiei in his chest as he gazed down at the girl. Then, Hime looked up at him, her blue eyes locking with his red eyes, gazing at him with a feeling of... Want. Hiei simply looked down, clueless on what to do next, but as Hime tip-toed, closing her eyes, Hiei found his body moving automatically.
He lowered his head, closing his eyes as he neared his lips to Hime's. In his head, he started to tell himself how he could never be happier to be with her once more. That he could he happy once more. That he no longer had to tell himself to hate everyone, to hide his emotions, to be cold. He was once again complete. And then, when their lips touched, he was suddenly thrown into a flashback. It was at the auditorium.
"Ohayo."
"Hime? Are you alright, Hime?"
"...Mm. I'm...all right. Thank you, Masaaki-san."
"Ok, then. I shall leave you with your puppy."
Hiei's eyes shot open. This was not Hime! Hime had lost all memories she had with him! She did not know anything about their relationship, all the hardships, all the happiness, all the sorrow. She did not recognise him at all. He quickly raised his hand, placing them on the girl's shoulders as he attempted to push him away, but as he did, something happened.
The girl exploded and smoke and fire filled the area.
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"Oooh... That looked awesome~!"
The man exclaimed, clapping as he looked at one of his monitors. It displayed nothing but fire and smoke and just earlier, it had been the Student President kissing an illusion that he had created. He let out a loud laugh, although disappointed. He had expected more from the Student President, but now, he was out of commission. He smiled, his attention turning to the black-white-haired boy. He had heard that Andre had once defeated Hiei. Perhaps there was more to him that met the eye, who knows?
"Sigh, I just loooove my new play toys~."
He sighed, muttering under his breathe, his lips curled to a wide grin and his teeth baring at the screen. The other eight had finally awoken and were now being tested in ways that he himself had invented. How many would survive to the next round, he started to wonder.
