Teaser from Anti-Climax
There was a minute of silence where she just stared, and then, quietly, timidly:
”…Nashi…?”
He nodded. She stared, shocked, and numbness flooded over her. He looked like Nashi, he sounded like Nashi… he had the same eyes… no. Nashi’s eyes were kind and loving. These eyes were cold. Cold and uncaring. He was vicious, he was heartless… it wasn’t Nashi. It wasn’t. It couldn’t be. This was a killer. This was a monster.
She backed away.
”Nashi?” she repeated, fear creeping into her voice.
A monster. A monster. How dare he, how dare he pretend to be Nashi! Nashi would never do horrible things! Nashi was nothing like that! How dare he! How dare he! Her eyes hardened, she glared at him, and shrieked:
”YOU’RE NOT MY BROTHER!”
It was hard to tell how he reacted. He seemed to flinch, and then turned his head. Perhaps if she was paying enough attention she would see the pain and shame in his eyes - but she was not, and a few seconds later, he turned his head back.
”Not what you expected, I know…” he said softly, expression unreadable.
”I refuse to believe it!” she balled her fists, “Nashi would never do such horrible things! Nashi would never have such cold, hard eyes! It’s a lie, a lie, a lie, and I refuse to believe it!”
A tiny part of her protested, insisting that her comments were uncalled for and that she had hurt him - but she did not care, she was much too passionate and much too angry. This wasn’t her brother. This couldn’t possibly be her brother. Nashi was kind and loving. Nashi was devoted. Nashi had warm eyes. This was not Nashi. It couldn’t be. Nashi was not heartless. Nashi was not a monster. He was speaking, and she snapped back to attention.
”Not what you expected, I know,” he said softly, expression unreadable.
I'M ALMOST DONE REWRITING THIS CHAPTER THAT I HATE :D
Btw. Anashi = Knuckles. And he's -really- not that bad :P Children can be so cruel.
Dragon writing fanfiction ftw :D
”…Nashi…?”
He nodded. She stared, shocked, and numbness flooded over her. He looked like Nashi, he sounded like Nashi… he had the same eyes… no. Nashi’s eyes were kind and loving. These eyes were cold. Cold and uncaring. He was vicious, he was heartless… it wasn’t Nashi. It wasn’t. It couldn’t be. This was a killer. This was a monster.
She backed away.
”Nashi?” she repeated, fear creeping into her voice.
A monster. A monster. How dare he, how dare he pretend to be Nashi! Nashi would never do horrible things! Nashi was nothing like that! How dare he! How dare he! Her eyes hardened, she glared at him, and shrieked:
”YOU’RE NOT MY BROTHER!”
It was hard to tell how he reacted. He seemed to flinch, and then turned his head. Perhaps if she was paying enough attention she would see the pain and shame in his eyes - but she was not, and a few seconds later, he turned his head back.
”Not what you expected, I know…” he said softly, expression unreadable.
”I refuse to believe it!” she balled her fists, “Nashi would never do such horrible things! Nashi would never have such cold, hard eyes! It’s a lie, a lie, a lie, and I refuse to believe it!”
A tiny part of her protested, insisting that her comments were uncalled for and that she had hurt him - but she did not care, she was much too passionate and much too angry. This wasn’t her brother. This couldn’t possibly be her brother. Nashi was kind and loving. Nashi was devoted. Nashi had warm eyes. This was not Nashi. It couldn’t be. Nashi was not heartless. Nashi was not a monster. He was speaking, and she snapped back to attention.
”Not what you expected, I know,” he said softly, expression unreadable.
I'M ALMOST DONE REWRITING THIS CHAPTER THAT I HATE :D
Btw. Anashi = Knuckles. And he's -really- not that bad :P Children can be so cruel.
Dragon writing fanfiction ftw :D