Date: Tue, 18 Jul 2000 03:09:07 EDT
From: Morbddream@aol.com
Subject: Crimson Tears - 15

Disclaimer: If your are offended by, or are too young to view homosexual
material, I suggest you leave before anyone gets hurt. This story is A
COMPLETE WORK OF FICTION! It is not meant to imply anything about the
sexuality of any of the members of Nsync.

Note: Here is his past... Excuse me if this isn't what you expect, cause
theres a purple monkey distracting me! I'm not drunk, or high, I swear!
He's right there! Seriously... Bonzi Buddy... A pain to have, and a pain to
get rid of... ::sigh:: Enjoy! :)

Thanks to: Matt ... Thats it this time... Have fun! :)
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From 14:
	He reached out to the wall, touching it lightly with his palm. The
wall pulsed again, and changed into a deep blue. The waves of white that
were flowing through the blue were hypnotizing.  He turned back to me, and
motioned for me to walk to the wall. I cautiously stepped up to it, not
knowing what to expect. I touched the wall, and my hand went through it. I
looked at him, and he smiled warmly. "Go ahead. Enlightenment is the key."
I raised an eyebrow, and stepped through the portal. I looked on in horror
as I began reliving my past.
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Chapter 15: The horrible truth

	I stood by the bed I once slept in, watching my own sleeping figure
sleep soundly. I was so young, yet I would endure more than any ancient
being could ever imagine. The smell of burning thatch once again filled my
nostrils. I watched myself wake up, looking around for any signs of fire. I
tried to speak, but being only a spirit in the past made that impossible. I
pleaded for the child to stop, and get out of the town, but he kept walking
toward the door of the tiny house.  He opened it, and was faced by that
familiar mob. The crowd spouted countless obscenities, some that I failed
to hear the first time I went through this. I saw the crowd part as the
priest walked to me, slowly. I listened to him ordering me to death, and
crushing everything I believed.

	Something I had forgotten happened. There was a scream from within
the crowd. The people started running in every direction, trying to escape
the demon that slain the town blacksmith.  He stood, dazed, a hole where
his heart once beat with great strength. His eyes rolled back into his head
as he collapsed into a pool of his own blood. I tried to take in the lost
memory, but was interrupted by another. The demon materialized, snarling as
it approached me. The man from the alley - Isaiah walked up behind the
demon, and grabbed it's shoulder. He spun it around, and looked it in the
eye. He smiled, shook his head, and grabbed the creatures head. He tore it
from the neck with a pop, and threw it to the ground. The body slumped, and
fell to the ground. It suddenly burst into flames, leaving only ashes
behind. Isaiah grabbed my arm, and pulled me into the streets. I followed
them, dreading what may happen next. When a demon saw me, it materialized
and charged me. Isaiah cut them down, or tore off their limbs.

	He led me through the town, to an alley. I saw countless villagers
die. The ground was coated in blood. As we walked, the blood seemed to
deepen. It was almost like the village was being flooded.  I remembered
this village was actually an underground city, and that if enough blood was
shed, it could actually fill to the top. I watched the little girl, running
from nothing. I saw her stop suddenly, her eyes vanishing into the back of
her head, her head then falling to the ground, followed seconds later by
her body.
	
	I was arguing with Isaiah about leaving without him. I lost the
argument, of course, and ran toward a tunnel I didn't know existed. I
followed myself through the tunnel. I felt the pain again, pulsing through
my body. The pain of being rejected. The pain of being exiled. When I saw
the sunlight for the first time, my skin looked almost like fresh snow. I
had never seen the outside world. I had no idea what I was, in either
time. I had forgotten my race over the years, and didn't know it until I
was found out in a port town a few years later. A racist port town.

	I saw the next few years of my life in less than an hour. I was
sixteen, and had developed skills in craftsmanship, and survival. I
survived my power bursts, and decided to find a town. The first town I
found was Luna Port. As soon as I walked through the gates, the locals were
watching me, they didn't trust me at all. I had made a sack from the hide
of a fledgling, and carried the weapons I had crafted over the years. I
walked into a shop, intending to sell what I had. I walked up to the
counter, and set the sack down. "What the hell do you want?" The shopkeeper
asked. "I want to sell these..." He cut me off. "I don't do business with
elves!" I didn't understand. I had seen elves in books, but they all had
pointed ears, or some other obvious trait. I didn't. "I'm not an elf. Look
at my ears!" He snorted. "So your ears aren't pointed. Your weapons can
only be crafted by elves, your clothes, too. I bet you didn't even know you
were weaving magic into that stuff! Get out of my shop!" I stared at him,
reading him.  Trying to understand why he was doing this. I picked up my
things, and walked out. I started toward the gates, but some of the local
children stopped me. They were all fifteen, I guessed.  They looked about
my age, but I didn't sense any kind of powers. "We don't like your kind
around here." Said one of them. "You're coming with us." Before I could
protest, they grabbed me.  They dragged me through the streets, to a small
stone house. They threw me inside. "You're our prisoner, now, elf!" I heard
the outside lock slide shut. I looked around, trying to find a way out that
was safe. I didn't want to give these people a reason to hurt me. There was
a wooden cot in a corner, and hay on the ground next to it. It looked like
an abandoned jail those kids claimed as their own.

	I stayed in the jail a few days, scheming. I looked through the
steel grate on the door for the first time, and saw it wasn't a kid
guarding the door. It was an armored guard, fully equipped with my weapons,
and armor. He turned, and looked at me. "Nice stuff, kid!" He drew a small
dagger, and slid his thumb along the length. "This should cut through your
throat easily.  Thanks!" I knew he was serious, and that I had to get out
of there soon. I heard something at one of the windows. "Pssst. Hey, elf!
Are you awake?" I walked to the window silently. I looked out, and saw one
of the kids. "What?" I asked coldly. "Hey, don't be like that! I'm not from
here, so I'm not like them. I can't get you out, but I can give you
anything you need from town."  I sensed sincerity, and asked for any food
he could get, and some water. When he returned, I had devised a plan. I
asked him for a spell book, and he gladly complied. He returned shortly
with the book, and slid it through the bars. "Thanks." I muttered, and
opened the book. I flipped through, and found what I was looking for. I had
seen myself in my fallen angel form, and found a picture of a similar
creature. I scanned the pages, and found a spell that could help me.  I
closed the book, and held it by my side. I closed my eyes, and began
chanting softly.

	The walls of the prison began to glow. I stopped chanting, and
walked to the wall. I reached through and nodded to myself. I stepped
through the back wall of the prison, and met the only nice person in this
town face to face. "That was amazing! I'm Gabriel. Whats your name?"  I
looked around, but didn't see anyone. "Jacob." I muttered. "I have to get
my things back. It took me a long time to learn how to make things like
that. I'm not giving them up." He bit his bottom lip. "Well, Barry is using
all your stuff, and he's a pretty strong guy. He loves fighting so it may
be a little hard to get anything from him." I grinned. "Magic?" I asked. He
thought for a moment. "I don't think so." I smiled. "Then I will get my
things back." He shrugged.  "Whatever. I gotta go. Maybe we'll see each
other again." I nodded, and walked around the building. I stopped suddenly,
and looked over my shoulder. I flipped to one of the blank pages in the
book, and concentrated. His form traced along the page, like a
photograph. It started at his brown hair, and traced it down to his
shoulders. His eyes were next. The green contrasting the blue, staring back
at me. It went from the hazel of his eyes, to his nose, tracing down
further to his mouth. The corners of his lips were raised slightly, the
tiny smile on his face the first time I saw him, etched into the page of
the book.

	I continued around the building, peaking around the last corner at
Barry. He was staring at something, I didn't know what. I walked around the
corner, and stopped beside him. He glanced over, and jumped about ten feet
off the ground. "How the hell did you get out?" He screamed. I grinned, and
just stared at him. "My things, please." He narrowed his eyes at me. "Get
back in there." He said, opening the door to the prison. I shook my head,
and repeated my earlier request.  "What makes you think I'm gonna give this
stuff back to you?" I pretended to think about it, and replied. "I think
you're going to give me my things back, because you know what I can do to
you."  He raised an eyebrow in question, with a smirk on his face. I
flipped through the book until I found what I was looking for. I showed him
the page. "Look familiar?" His smirk vanished. "What did you do to
Gabriel?" I slammed the book shut. "Give me my things, and I'll release
him." I saw Gabriel come out of a house on a hill, headed this way. Barry
began taking off the armor, and dropping the weapons. "Thank you." I
pointed behind him. He turned, and saw Gabriel. When he turned back, I was
gone. He searched the streets for me, and found me walking through the
gate, looking over my shoulder at him.

	I roamed the plains, afraid to make more than the least possible
amount of human contact.
 I finally found a town that accepted me, and that let me come and go
freely, with no harassment.  I lived in this town. The Marquis allowed me
to stay for my services as a craftsman. Finally, I saw the day I left the
town for the academy. The scenery flashed, and I was standing in
darkness. The God of Life stood before me, a smile on his face. "Why? Why
did you make me go back there? Why..." His smile faded. He watched as I
lapsed into unconsciousness.

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"You suck!" or "You don't suck!" and click *send*. Hey, I don't do that
much anymore, either ... so I guess I'll shut up, now... (Pointless, wasn't
it?) Bye!

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