Post by Lantlas on Apr 28, 2006 3:14:23 GMT -5
Christine Sinn leaned against the wall with her head, whispering to herself in the dark corridor. She’d heard of the recent tribulation to occur in Lantlas’s already dark path, and she was afraid to how he’d react to the news in which she carried. She looked both ways down the hall, making sure no one would know where he was. Lantlas was a secretive person, and with the recent destruction of his locker room, she imagined he didn’t want anyone knowing where he was now.
Finally standing up straight, she counted to ten before turning the doorknob. Opening the door slowly and quietly, she saw the blue-haired giant facing the other direction, as if deep in thought. Tip-toeing in the doorway, she held her breath as she expected Lantlas to turn around with a glare of hatred. Instead, it was as if nothing had happened. She started to turn around to leave, but she couldn’t avoid it any longer.
“Lantlas?”
He hesitated for a moment, but finally turned around. Looking up into his clear blue eyes, she felt her heart skip a beat. Harmless as he might be to her, he was still an intimidating presence. “Yes, Christine?”
“I have some news for you,” she replied. His expression still remained of emotionless attention, so she continued, still shaking from being so nervous. “I’m four and a half months pregnant, and I just found out Seth and I are having a baby girl. Seth has told me he wants to name her ‘Emerald’, but said I should run it by you first, so I’m here to ask for your blessing.” She held out the sonogram for him to see, and she gasped as she saw his face turn to anger.
He snatched the sonogram out of her hand. “Why did you take this from me? Why did you do this?” She panicked, wondering how deep of a wound she might’ve opened. “Lantlas,” she replied without backing up an inch. “It is because of you I still exist, that I had the chance to find the love of my life and save him from ending his. A strike against you is something of which I would never commit.”
“Then how did you get this?”
“Seth knows that name means something to you, and he would never do something like that without first asking you for your blessing. I may not know what happened, but there’s no need to freak out about it!”
“The eternal solitude is no longer appealing. I would rather die.”
Her heart broke, hearing such painful words from someone she barely knew, but for some reason she couldn’t explain, cared for very deeply. She felt a connection to him, as if he’d saved her life at some point and time. Suddenly, her eyes opened wide in horror as she saw him double over in serious pain. Running forward and trying to hold his head, her other hand tried to support his back. A cold, liquid presence made her jump and she accidentally let him fall to the floor. Her hand was covered in blood from where she touched his lower back. Christine bolted from the room, searching for the only one she could think of to ask for help.
…
Devon Drake was returning to the PCW arena, attempting to see her friend for the first time since the fire. Kieran Evenstar was definitely not helping her nerves, as she continued to mock Devon in such a sarcastic fashion.
“Going to see your Elven lover,” she taunted. “How sweet, Juliet!”
“Would you knock it off,” Devon snapped. “He and I are just friends. Circumstances would prevent it becoming anything further.”
“Sure, that’s what they all say,” Kieran continued. “Always defending the Elven emotional punching bag, it’s so cute. So fiercely protective of him that you’d turn on a part of yourself if it meant you had to!”
“Unlike certain people I know, Lantlas never killed anyone, and even if he did, he certainly wouldn’t have blamed it on someone else!”
“Oh, did I strike a nerve?” Kieran laughed as she rolled her eyes. “Is the angry little human going to do something about it?”
Devon turned around and cracked Kieran across the face. “I am in NO mood for this bullshit right now! For all I know, Lantlas’s mind frame could be completely rocked, and I’m the only one who can talk to him in these kinds of situations. Sometimes I have to beat the shit out of him first, but eventually he listens!”
Kieran shrugged off the shot to her face and cackled once again. “I’ll let that one slide, because I know your undying love for the blue-haired wonderboy. I told him the things I did because it got under his skin, and you know as well as I do that once that happens, he becomes unstoppable!”
“Kieran, open your fucking eyes and look what you’ve done! Your attempts to motivate Lantlas aren’t just involving him anymore! You’ve left a family with a small child utterly homeless, and your intentions backfired, because they messed Lantlas’s mind up so much that Ace wasn’t even his top priority!”
“See what I mean! Always defending him! So what if I left that stupid bitch without a house? She’s lucky I didn’t find a scarlet letter for her as well, so the world would know what a cheating whore she really is!”
“Don’t you get it,” Devon yelled. “By resurrecting this, you’ve impeded Lantlas’s progress when he was finally starting to get over it! He was getting past it, becoming more focused on his career instead of his past, and instead you blow everything up that Seth, myself, and everyone else have been trying to do for the last few months!”
“If he cannot work himself out of the worst situations he’s intended to encounter, he’s essentially worthless. Why are you so caught up in this mess anyway? After he read your journal with Dr. White and everything!”
Devon didn’t respond, those words hit her deep inside. She’d continually been trying to bury that part of her, even if Lantlas knew about it, but Kieran just wouldn’t let it go away. She hated having an Elven side some of the time. Before Kieran could crack another joke, Christine Sinn crashed into her from the other hallway. Both of them fell to the ground, and Devon was about ready to beat the girl half to death when she held up two hands. “Ohmygod Devon, I’m so sorry!”
Devon instead pulled herself to her feet, a bit confused. “Who are you, and how do you know my name?”
“I’m Christine, Seth Sinn’s wife.”
“Oh, forgive me. I’ve heard about you but never met you.”
“It’s okay. Listen, I need your help.”
Within two seconds of meeting her, already asking favors. Devon wasn’t exactly thrilled about the possibilities of where this conversation could go. People asking things of her never led anywhere good. “What is it,” she reluctantly asked.
“Lantlas is hurt.”
Devon forgot completely about who was asking what about anything and nearly jumped out of her skin. “Lantlas? What? Where is he?!” Devon looked around for Kieran, expecting her to make another wisecrack, but Kieran had disappeared like she always seemed to when someone else was in sight.
“He’s in his temporary locker room,” Christine explained.
“What happened?”
“I went to visit him, to ask his blessing on the name of our child.”
Devon’s panic level began to rise, as she realized the situation these two could’ve unintentionally created. “You and Seth are having a child?”
“Yes, a little girl,” Christine replied.
Devon cracked her knuckles in nervousness. Still beating around the bush, she asked another indirect question. “Why were you asking his blessing on the name of your child?”
“I’m not sure of the exact reason, but Seth told me the name he picked was something that meant a lot to Lantlas.”
Devon’s fears were being confirmed, and she couldn’t believe anyone so close to Lantlas could do something so stupid. Still, she had to be sure; “What was this name?”
“Emerald.”
“Christine, you have no idea what that name means, do you?” Devon screamed. “Quite a few years ago, Lantlas took care of a sick little girl like she was his own daughter. The little girl died in his arms, and her name was Emerald. No matter how many times he’s been screwed over by other people, therein lies the darkest and most painful place in his heart!”
Christine looked afraid and puzzled at the same time. “How does that explain the blood though?”
“You must understand, those of Elven blood are not like us. Their tolerance to physical and emotional pain is far greater than ours, but it works in different ways. Lantlas’s emotional wound was so deep that when it gets reopened, in a situation like this for instance, the pain is so great that it affects him physically. Was he bleeding from his lower back?”
“Yes.”
“That’s an old stab wound,” Devon continued. “He was stabbed when he tried to save his brother from a mugging. It’s the only scar on his body, surprisingly, but because of the emotions you’ve invoked, it has exploded from his body.
“Ohmygod,” Christine barely managed to whisper, almost fainting. “I can’t believe what I’ve done.”
“Take me to where he is,” Devon urged. “We don’t have much time.”
…
“She says it’s had the reverse affect upon him,” Narenwyn repeated, as Kieran nodded. “This is not what we intended.”
“The human side of me still ruthlessly defends him too,” Kieran explained. “It’s unbelievable the loyalty to him she has despite their past, and considering there’s supposedly no romantic involvement.”
“Just because there is no romantic involvement does not mean she does not love him,” Narenwyn stated. “Humans are so inept sometimes.”
“At least you don’t have to share a soul with one,” Kieran joked.
“It is not a problem,” Narenwyn stated. “If things go the way they’re supposed to, that will only be temporary.”
“Good, I can’t wait to lose those mortal digs.”
“In the meantime, keep an eye on those two,” Narenwyn instructed. “I don’t want your human side interfering with our plan.”
…
Even with knowing what happened, Devon screamed when she saw Lantlas unconscious on the floor. Running to his side and propping his head up on her knee, she shook him. Christine watched on with great concern, growing regretful with each passing second. “Come on, Lanty. Wake up. Please!” Still, nothing happened.
“Is he going to be all right?” Christine asked.
Devon glanced back at Christine, and then buried her face in Lantlas’s hair. “Lantlas, come back to me.” She rocked him back and forth very gently, not letting loose of her iron grip. The slow rocking soon became a shake, and Devon almost started to cry. “Lantlas! Lantlas! Are you all right? Lantlas!” His eyes cracked open, and for a second, Devon remembered what it was like once upon a time when they were in love. She quickly buried those emotions, and put on the act of being the tough little bitch. As he sat up in a daze, she punched him in the shoulder. “You stupid bastard, I thought you were dead!” It wasn’t what she wanted to say, but it was as close as she could get without revealing too much emotion.
“I think I was,” the blue one responded.
The concern returned, as Devon asked, “Are you all right?” Lantlas stared off in the distance, contemplating his further discourse of action against his most threatening enemy, unbeknownst to Devon. Her patience wore thin for a response, and she tried to get his attention. “Lantlas?”
“I won’t find what I’m looking for here. It’s time to look at things another way, Devon.”
Devon hadn’t the slightest idea what he was talking about. “Another way?” she inquired.
“This stupid Elven bastard has not taken his last breath quite yet!”
…
Something about the way Devon was looking at me made me feel like there’s trouble. My eyes glanced over to see Christine standing there, and I began to get slightly angry. “Why is she still here,” I asked. “Wasn’t taking my Elven emblem enough?”
Devon and Christine both looked at each other, and then back at me. “Lantlas,” Devon started, “Christine didn’t take your emblem.”
“Then how did she get…” my voice trailed off. The hand with which I’d swiped the emblem only held a black piece of paper. A sonogram, I noticed, as I peered to identify it. What the hell happened to the emblem, and why did I have a sonogram in my hand?
“You must’ve forgotten,” Devon explained. “Christine and Seth are having a child. They wanted to ask you if they could use the name ‘Emerald’.”
What had I seen? Why was this not the Elven emblem in my hand when I clearly saw it there? How did I fall if Christine had not caused it? I looked up, and Devon and Christine faded from my vision. The room was empty, when suddenly I saw a pair of eyes peek up from the table on the other side of the room. Two eyes that struck my heart deep… Those couldn’t be the same… two… Emerald!
A cute little smile covered her face as she tried to hide from me again. Without thinking, I chased her around the table and picked her up. I swung her around in the air and hugged her tightly before the realization set in that I could only be dreaming. I held her out in front of me. “What are you doing here?”
“I missed you, Daddy!” She spoke English; it had to be a vision. I didn’t care... to look in her eyes again was enough.
“I missed you too, sweetheart,” I cooed as I held her close again. “I’m never letting you go again.”
“Lantlas,” she asked, but it wasn’t her voice. It was way too loud and raspy, and her face began to fade. I felt my heart drop as I saw her disappear once again from my eyes, and soon turned to nothing but black. I still heard a voice echoing through my head… “Lantlas!” Light made me shield my eyes, and I realized I was still sitting in front of Devon. Her hands were on my cheeks, shaking furiously. “Lantlas, come back!”
I reached my hand to her wrist and eased her. Christine started walking towards the door, whispering; “I’ll just tell Seth that it’s a bad idea.”
“No,” I intruded before she could leave. “If you love that child as I believe you will, you have my blessing.” A smile crept across her face, and she nearly jumped for joy. “Ohmygod Lantlas, thank you so much!” She dove down to the ground and hugged me around my neck and then disappeared out the door. As I watched the empty door, I noticed Devon looking at me with a raised eyebrow.
“That certainly wasn’t what I expected.”
“It’ll be okay,” I replied, knowing that my little girl would always exist in my heart, and nothing could ever replace her. “If Seth respects me enough to name his own child after my little girl, who am I to stand in the way of two loving parents?” I didn’t hear Devon say anything, which was indeed unusual. I turned my head, and saw a tear drop from her eye. Before I could say anything, she hugged me tightly. I started to ask what was wrong, but she held a finger to my lips.
“Don’t say anything,” she pleaded. I felt her hand reach around my back, running over where the scar from the knife was. She lifted her hand, and sighed for some reason. There wasn’t anything there but a scar… far as I knew anyway.
Finally standing up straight, she counted to ten before turning the doorknob. Opening the door slowly and quietly, she saw the blue-haired giant facing the other direction, as if deep in thought. Tip-toeing in the doorway, she held her breath as she expected Lantlas to turn around with a glare of hatred. Instead, it was as if nothing had happened. She started to turn around to leave, but she couldn’t avoid it any longer.
“Lantlas?”
He hesitated for a moment, but finally turned around. Looking up into his clear blue eyes, she felt her heart skip a beat. Harmless as he might be to her, he was still an intimidating presence. “Yes, Christine?”
“I have some news for you,” she replied. His expression still remained of emotionless attention, so she continued, still shaking from being so nervous. “I’m four and a half months pregnant, and I just found out Seth and I are having a baby girl. Seth has told me he wants to name her ‘Emerald’, but said I should run it by you first, so I’m here to ask for your blessing.” She held out the sonogram for him to see, and she gasped as she saw his face turn to anger.
He snatched the sonogram out of her hand. “Why did you take this from me? Why did you do this?” She panicked, wondering how deep of a wound she might’ve opened. “Lantlas,” she replied without backing up an inch. “It is because of you I still exist, that I had the chance to find the love of my life and save him from ending his. A strike against you is something of which I would never commit.”
“Then how did you get this?”
“Seth knows that name means something to you, and he would never do something like that without first asking you for your blessing. I may not know what happened, but there’s no need to freak out about it!”
“The eternal solitude is no longer appealing. I would rather die.”
Her heart broke, hearing such painful words from someone she barely knew, but for some reason she couldn’t explain, cared for very deeply. She felt a connection to him, as if he’d saved her life at some point and time. Suddenly, her eyes opened wide in horror as she saw him double over in serious pain. Running forward and trying to hold his head, her other hand tried to support his back. A cold, liquid presence made her jump and she accidentally let him fall to the floor. Her hand was covered in blood from where she touched his lower back. Christine bolted from the room, searching for the only one she could think of to ask for help.
…
Devon Drake was returning to the PCW arena, attempting to see her friend for the first time since the fire. Kieran Evenstar was definitely not helping her nerves, as she continued to mock Devon in such a sarcastic fashion.
“Going to see your Elven lover,” she taunted. “How sweet, Juliet!”
“Would you knock it off,” Devon snapped. “He and I are just friends. Circumstances would prevent it becoming anything further.”
“Sure, that’s what they all say,” Kieran continued. “Always defending the Elven emotional punching bag, it’s so cute. So fiercely protective of him that you’d turn on a part of yourself if it meant you had to!”
“Unlike certain people I know, Lantlas never killed anyone, and even if he did, he certainly wouldn’t have blamed it on someone else!”
“Oh, did I strike a nerve?” Kieran laughed as she rolled her eyes. “Is the angry little human going to do something about it?”
Devon turned around and cracked Kieran across the face. “I am in NO mood for this bullshit right now! For all I know, Lantlas’s mind frame could be completely rocked, and I’m the only one who can talk to him in these kinds of situations. Sometimes I have to beat the shit out of him first, but eventually he listens!”
Kieran shrugged off the shot to her face and cackled once again. “I’ll let that one slide, because I know your undying love for the blue-haired wonderboy. I told him the things I did because it got under his skin, and you know as well as I do that once that happens, he becomes unstoppable!”
“Kieran, open your fucking eyes and look what you’ve done! Your attempts to motivate Lantlas aren’t just involving him anymore! You’ve left a family with a small child utterly homeless, and your intentions backfired, because they messed Lantlas’s mind up so much that Ace wasn’t even his top priority!”
“See what I mean! Always defending him! So what if I left that stupid bitch without a house? She’s lucky I didn’t find a scarlet letter for her as well, so the world would know what a cheating whore she really is!”
“Don’t you get it,” Devon yelled. “By resurrecting this, you’ve impeded Lantlas’s progress when he was finally starting to get over it! He was getting past it, becoming more focused on his career instead of his past, and instead you blow everything up that Seth, myself, and everyone else have been trying to do for the last few months!”
“If he cannot work himself out of the worst situations he’s intended to encounter, he’s essentially worthless. Why are you so caught up in this mess anyway? After he read your journal with Dr. White and everything!”
Devon didn’t respond, those words hit her deep inside. She’d continually been trying to bury that part of her, even if Lantlas knew about it, but Kieran just wouldn’t let it go away. She hated having an Elven side some of the time. Before Kieran could crack another joke, Christine Sinn crashed into her from the other hallway. Both of them fell to the ground, and Devon was about ready to beat the girl half to death when she held up two hands. “Ohmygod Devon, I’m so sorry!”
Devon instead pulled herself to her feet, a bit confused. “Who are you, and how do you know my name?”
“I’m Christine, Seth Sinn’s wife.”
“Oh, forgive me. I’ve heard about you but never met you.”
“It’s okay. Listen, I need your help.”
Within two seconds of meeting her, already asking favors. Devon wasn’t exactly thrilled about the possibilities of where this conversation could go. People asking things of her never led anywhere good. “What is it,” she reluctantly asked.
“Lantlas is hurt.”
Devon forgot completely about who was asking what about anything and nearly jumped out of her skin. “Lantlas? What? Where is he?!” Devon looked around for Kieran, expecting her to make another wisecrack, but Kieran had disappeared like she always seemed to when someone else was in sight.
“He’s in his temporary locker room,” Christine explained.
“What happened?”
“I went to visit him, to ask his blessing on the name of our child.”
Devon’s panic level began to rise, as she realized the situation these two could’ve unintentionally created. “You and Seth are having a child?”
“Yes, a little girl,” Christine replied.
Devon cracked her knuckles in nervousness. Still beating around the bush, she asked another indirect question. “Why were you asking his blessing on the name of your child?”
“I’m not sure of the exact reason, but Seth told me the name he picked was something that meant a lot to Lantlas.”
Devon’s fears were being confirmed, and she couldn’t believe anyone so close to Lantlas could do something so stupid. Still, she had to be sure; “What was this name?”
“Emerald.”
“Christine, you have no idea what that name means, do you?” Devon screamed. “Quite a few years ago, Lantlas took care of a sick little girl like she was his own daughter. The little girl died in his arms, and her name was Emerald. No matter how many times he’s been screwed over by other people, therein lies the darkest and most painful place in his heart!”
Christine looked afraid and puzzled at the same time. “How does that explain the blood though?”
“You must understand, those of Elven blood are not like us. Their tolerance to physical and emotional pain is far greater than ours, but it works in different ways. Lantlas’s emotional wound was so deep that when it gets reopened, in a situation like this for instance, the pain is so great that it affects him physically. Was he bleeding from his lower back?”
“Yes.”
“That’s an old stab wound,” Devon continued. “He was stabbed when he tried to save his brother from a mugging. It’s the only scar on his body, surprisingly, but because of the emotions you’ve invoked, it has exploded from his body.
“Ohmygod,” Christine barely managed to whisper, almost fainting. “I can’t believe what I’ve done.”
“Take me to where he is,” Devon urged. “We don’t have much time.”
…
“She says it’s had the reverse affect upon him,” Narenwyn repeated, as Kieran nodded. “This is not what we intended.”
“The human side of me still ruthlessly defends him too,” Kieran explained. “It’s unbelievable the loyalty to him she has despite their past, and considering there’s supposedly no romantic involvement.”
“Just because there is no romantic involvement does not mean she does not love him,” Narenwyn stated. “Humans are so inept sometimes.”
“At least you don’t have to share a soul with one,” Kieran joked.
“It is not a problem,” Narenwyn stated. “If things go the way they’re supposed to, that will only be temporary.”
“Good, I can’t wait to lose those mortal digs.”
“In the meantime, keep an eye on those two,” Narenwyn instructed. “I don’t want your human side interfering with our plan.”
…
Even with knowing what happened, Devon screamed when she saw Lantlas unconscious on the floor. Running to his side and propping his head up on her knee, she shook him. Christine watched on with great concern, growing regretful with each passing second. “Come on, Lanty. Wake up. Please!” Still, nothing happened.
“Is he going to be all right?” Christine asked.
Devon glanced back at Christine, and then buried her face in Lantlas’s hair. “Lantlas, come back to me.” She rocked him back and forth very gently, not letting loose of her iron grip. The slow rocking soon became a shake, and Devon almost started to cry. “Lantlas! Lantlas! Are you all right? Lantlas!” His eyes cracked open, and for a second, Devon remembered what it was like once upon a time when they were in love. She quickly buried those emotions, and put on the act of being the tough little bitch. As he sat up in a daze, she punched him in the shoulder. “You stupid bastard, I thought you were dead!” It wasn’t what she wanted to say, but it was as close as she could get without revealing too much emotion.
“I think I was,” the blue one responded.
The concern returned, as Devon asked, “Are you all right?” Lantlas stared off in the distance, contemplating his further discourse of action against his most threatening enemy, unbeknownst to Devon. Her patience wore thin for a response, and she tried to get his attention. “Lantlas?”
“I won’t find what I’m looking for here. It’s time to look at things another way, Devon.”
Devon hadn’t the slightest idea what he was talking about. “Another way?” she inquired.
“This stupid Elven bastard has not taken his last breath quite yet!”
…
Something about the way Devon was looking at me made me feel like there’s trouble. My eyes glanced over to see Christine standing there, and I began to get slightly angry. “Why is she still here,” I asked. “Wasn’t taking my Elven emblem enough?”
Devon and Christine both looked at each other, and then back at me. “Lantlas,” Devon started, “Christine didn’t take your emblem.”
“Then how did she get…” my voice trailed off. The hand with which I’d swiped the emblem only held a black piece of paper. A sonogram, I noticed, as I peered to identify it. What the hell happened to the emblem, and why did I have a sonogram in my hand?
“You must’ve forgotten,” Devon explained. “Christine and Seth are having a child. They wanted to ask you if they could use the name ‘Emerald’.”
What had I seen? Why was this not the Elven emblem in my hand when I clearly saw it there? How did I fall if Christine had not caused it? I looked up, and Devon and Christine faded from my vision. The room was empty, when suddenly I saw a pair of eyes peek up from the table on the other side of the room. Two eyes that struck my heart deep… Those couldn’t be the same… two… Emerald!
A cute little smile covered her face as she tried to hide from me again. Without thinking, I chased her around the table and picked her up. I swung her around in the air and hugged her tightly before the realization set in that I could only be dreaming. I held her out in front of me. “What are you doing here?”
“I missed you, Daddy!” She spoke English; it had to be a vision. I didn’t care... to look in her eyes again was enough.
“I missed you too, sweetheart,” I cooed as I held her close again. “I’m never letting you go again.”
“Lantlas,” she asked, but it wasn’t her voice. It was way too loud and raspy, and her face began to fade. I felt my heart drop as I saw her disappear once again from my eyes, and soon turned to nothing but black. I still heard a voice echoing through my head… “Lantlas!” Light made me shield my eyes, and I realized I was still sitting in front of Devon. Her hands were on my cheeks, shaking furiously. “Lantlas, come back!”
I reached my hand to her wrist and eased her. Christine started walking towards the door, whispering; “I’ll just tell Seth that it’s a bad idea.”
“No,” I intruded before she could leave. “If you love that child as I believe you will, you have my blessing.” A smile crept across her face, and she nearly jumped for joy. “Ohmygod Lantlas, thank you so much!” She dove down to the ground and hugged me around my neck and then disappeared out the door. As I watched the empty door, I noticed Devon looking at me with a raised eyebrow.
“That certainly wasn’t what I expected.”
“It’ll be okay,” I replied, knowing that my little girl would always exist in my heart, and nothing could ever replace her. “If Seth respects me enough to name his own child after my little girl, who am I to stand in the way of two loving parents?” I didn’t hear Devon say anything, which was indeed unusual. I turned my head, and saw a tear drop from her eye. Before I could say anything, she hugged me tightly. I started to ask what was wrong, but she held a finger to my lips.
“Don’t say anything,” she pleaded. I felt her hand reach around my back, running over where the scar from the knife was. She lifted her hand, and sighed for some reason. There wasn’t anything there but a scar… far as I knew anyway.