Episode 8, Act 6: "Confessions..." (A non-KH excerpt)

(Note from Author: Just so you know, this has nothing to do with KH. The segment that I'm posting is from my other fan fiction: "Triple M: Legend of the Chosen One." However, seeing that I'm nowhere close to being able to post it as it takes place a dozen chapters in the future and I've seen other non-KH, fan-created character fiction posted here as well, I decided to put it up for the public and hear their critiques. Again, this is a future chapter, so I'm not planning on continuing this chapter until I get the ones before it done first. :sideways: Anyway, enjoy! ;) )

(Another note: The fan characters "Michael" and "Rachel" are both 16. "Trance Mesmer" is a summoned elemental creature and has no age.)

“Come on, Rachel! Snap out of it!”

“Save your breath, boy,” Trance Mesmer cackled. The siren stretched out her wings from the amphitheater’s rafters out of attack range. “This girl’s rage and fear are the only emotions she’ll listen to now.” Michael didn’t know what to do. There was no one left to help him. His smart, voice-of-reason sister, Rebecca, was knocked unconscious and out of the fight. His burly, dependable friend, Duke, was miles away. The only other person who could help him was the person he was being forced to fight now.

Rachel pulled out what appeared to be a thin, silver cylinder around the size of a hand weight. With a flick of her thumb, a neon-pink strand of energy snaked out of one end, spilling onto the floor. It was her weapon: an energy whip.

“Don’t do this, Rach.” Michael pleaded. They’d been best friends for the past four years and he didn’t want to hurt her. Rachel, however, didn’t seem to have any inhibitions about holding back. She cocked back her arm and snapped her whip, cracking the air inches in front of his face forcing him to flinch. But the message was clear: That was a warning shot.

With a hurt expression on his face, Michael reluctantly unsheathed his sword. Holding it in front of him in a defensive stance, he forced his mind to think of some way out of this situation. “Man, wish I could ask Beca. She’s the smart one,” he thought. The two combatants circled each other like two predators creeping around a dead animal. Eventually one of them would have to make the first attack.

Michael was usually a close-range fighter. When it came to hand-to-hand combat, he was one of the best. Unfortunately, Rachel’s long range with her whip made close-range combat almost impossible. Like a rhythmic gymnast, her whip twirled around in a constant spiral motion.

“She said ‘rage and emotion’, right? That must mean there’s a reason why she’s got all this animosity toward me,” he realized. “Rachel, what’s up?” he asked struggling to keep his voice calm and neutral. “We’re friends, right? If you’ve got a problem, just tell me!”

“You?!” she cried. “You’re the problem!”

“Me?” he repeated in a confused tone. “What’d I do?”

“I saw you!” she blurted angrily. “You were kissing her!”

It took a few moments for him to realize what she was referring to. His eyebrows shot up in surprise. “That’s what this is all about? She kissed me! I didn’t…” Her weapon interrupted his words, slicing through the air straight at his head. Michael’s conditioned body reacted automatically; the coiled muscles within his legs shot him aside deflecting the whip away with his sword.

“Shut up, you jerk!” With no wasted motion, she pulled her whip back for another attack. The next few seconds seemed to flash at superhuman speed. Rachel’s weapon blurred into neon after-images as Michael’s entire world became a deadly game of jump rope and dodgeball. Jump! Duck! Lean back! Parry! Side to side, bob and weave, stick and move!

“Wait a…” Something finally dawned on him. As naïve as he was when it came to matters of the heart, it finally occurred to him the distinct possibility that… “Are you jealous?” This came as an overwhelming shock. Time and again, they had hung out and fought together side by side. Whenever the subject about a relationship between them arose, she had always flat-out denied any feelings for him. However, what she said and what she did ended up being almost contradictory.

“You’re the one who said you weren’t interested!” he snorted with amusement. Unfortunately, the realization was his undoing. As he said this, his reactions slowed down enough for her weapon to make contact. Her whip snaked itself around his arm catching him off guard.

“I’m not! Why would I want to waste my romantic tendencies on a perverted imp like you?” And with that insult, she yanked, hard. The sudden movement caught him off balance forcing him to jump right into the path of her incoming fist. Michael could feel the familiar sharp, piercing pain that came whenever his nose got crushed by her punch. Unfortunately, Rachel took the opportunity of the temporary close range to fire off a blazing fast spinning back kick that knocked Michael’s sword out of his grip. He could only watch helplessly as his weapon flew end over end through the air and embedding itself in the floor with a dull “SHOONK”.

A knee to the solar plexus sent Michael’s body flying a few feet before she reeled his caught arm back toward her like a yo-yo and smashed him against the side of the head with a double-handed hammerblow. Dazed by the impact, he staggered around on his feet like a heavily beaten drunk. “Hey, I told you before; it’s not my fault these things keep happening! It’s not like I mean to trip!” Rachel rolls her eyes.

“Do you expect me to believe that whenever your face implants itself in my chest or you rip off my skirt or your hand happens to grab my…” She shakes her head in disbelief. “Do you really expect me to believe all of that happens because you keep tripping?” Rachel sadistically delivered a cup-shattering nut-cruncher to where the sun didn’t shine. Michael’s eyes rolled upward from the unbearable shock to the system as his knees hit concrete.

“That’s it!” the ancient creature shrieked from the rafters. “Finish him off!”

Without hesitation, Rachel wrapped the remainder of her whip around Michael’s neck and gave a cold, quick jerk on both ends. As the noose tightened around his neck and he felt the lightheadedness from the blood flow cut off, for the first time in his life, he regretted never being able to muster up the courage to tell her how he felt. However, the regret quickly dissipated into self-righteous anger. After facing off against numerous odds, after getting his butt kicked from one end of the world to the other, after constantly refusing to give up the path of justice to the easy path, he was damned if he was going to let a trivial matter like this stop him.

He tried to meet her eyes, but they were met with a hard, glassy stare. Michael knew what was to be done, but doing so would mean sacrificing his ego, pride and dignity. He mentally shrugged his shoulders within his mind. “What the heck, it’s not like I’ve anything else to lose.” Michael mustered whatever oxygen he had left and shouted in a clear, sharp voice, “Damn it, Rachel! I love you!” As soon as the words left his lips, he felt a cleansing feeling of relief as if he was finally purged of some inner demon that had been building up inside of him.

Rachel’s expression immediately faded from cold ruthlessness to stunned softness. He felt the tightness around his neck slacken and took the opportunity to take in a gulp of fresh oxygen. In that brief moment, he could see the internal struggle within her mind. “Forgive me,” he whispered before his free hand flew toward the side of her exposed neck. He pinched a bundle of nerve clusters, forcing Rachel to slump on top of Michael in a deep, unconscious heap.

As he lay there catching his breath, he took a moment to savor the feeling of her warm, sensuous form up against him, knowing that this was a once-in-a-lifetime event and he would most likely never be this close to her again as long as he lived. After burning the feelings and emotions he felt into his memory, he reluctantly rolled her body off of his and set her aside out of the way. He wrenched his sword out of the ground and looked upward toward his true enemy.

“Siren…” Michael’s glare narrowed into a furious squint. His muscles tensed as his opponent left the sanctuary of the sky and glided onto the battlefield.

“I didn’t think you had it in you, boy. I never thought you’d actually be able to break my spell over your friend without harming her.” The creature fully stretched out her wingspan and let out a haunting screech. “I guess I’m just going to have to take care of you myself.” With an unwavering stare locked onto his enemy, he extended his arm with a face-up palm and flexed his fingers, beckoning his opponent.

“Don’t sing it, JUST bring it.”

(P.S. Don't worry, I'm still working on the next chapter for "Sora and Kairi's Wedding. :) )

 

I can't believe there are no replies or comments to this. It just blows my mind.

This is fantastic!! I really want to read the other parts to it.

It's very interesting and I can't wait to read more.

-Kairi​

 

I have to admit, even though it's not KH related it is pretty good, keep it up!
I also think it's funny how he says that he loves her, and then knocks her out! :D
I can't wait for the next post!