Paradise

[Duske Hasekura]

Powering up, Duske sent a few discs toward Oriko's arm. He needed to act fast. he slammed into the two people holding Dawne and planted them on the ground. Grabbing her hand, he sprinted as fast as he could down the hallway with his forcefield up. He hoped it could hols up for a little while until they got to somewhere safe. Multiple PF's were on his tail and time was running out.

[Dawne]

Dawne was close to crying now. Oriko had the two guarding her block the discs, and ordered them to follow Dawne and Duske. She could very well use them as an example for her speech, fear was always a good way to get people on her side.

"I'm sorry," Dawne sobs, trying to keep up with Duske. "I don't know why I did that... I just really wanted everything to be fixed..." she looks back, the forcefield blocking spiked darts being thrown at them from the female PMF close behind them.

She tries to regain her composure. "I.. I can try to fight them off, while you find a route out..." making up a plan now seemed to be futile. As soon as they left the hotel they were surrounded.[/color][/font]

[Duske Hasekura]

Duske squeezed Dawne's hand as reassurance that he didn't blame her. He looked aorund, not able to find any openings. Silently he cursed to himself. The discs forcefields now rapidly spun around them as Duske's soul gem reached new heights of grief. The dics moved so fast they were a blur. The only thing Duske could do was charge forward through the crowd. Charge to the gate and escape. He looked back and said to Dawne, "I won't use you as a decoy, you're too important."

[Dawne]

She panics, seeing Duske's soul gem filling up quickly. "Shut the forcefield down, you'll overwork yourself like this..." she tells him, powering up. "We can fight a way through this, we can... fight a path..." she looks at him, pleading. The last thing she wanted was to lose Duske.

[Duske Hasekura]

Duske hugged Dawne. "I'll make it." Still holding onto her hand he charged. The blackness climbing up his soul gem. Not knowing who they were charging agaisnt nor what was being damaged he ran on. Some chinks in the forcefield flew off and cut Duske's face but he didn't mind. They were almost there. Almost to freedom where no one could tell them they couldn't love eachother.

[Dawne]

"Duske.." her voice is barely above a whisper. A PMF notes the chunk missing from his forcefield, and takes it as an advantage, throwing her dart inside. It lodges into Dawne's arm first, the next few hitting her in the stomach. One finds its way toward Duske as she falls to the ground, holding her bleeding wounds.

"Duske--" she says again,but this time she chokes it out, in a state of shock. This really was all her fault, ever since she got arrested, it was her fault. Everything was her fault, no one could tell her otherwise. It was obvious; if she had just thought things out she wouldnt be in this situation. They would have been in the mountains by now, living out their paradise. These thoughts brough immense grief into her soul, and soon both of the gems were darkened.

Her breaths began to come out forced, as she pushed herself to speak. Her back against the forcefield, she ripped her soulgem off of her chest and stared at it. "Duske," she says for a third time, her heart under emotional stress. It showed in her voice as it cracked. She could hardly look up from her gem.

"I'm going to die." She says plainly, almost accepting the fact. "I don't want you to die... please, don't die. You'll find another girl, and you'll start a family with her in the mountains, away from all of this..." she coughs, horrified at the crimson liquid following it. Dawne held her hand up to her mouth, only to smear the blood on her face and clothes. The next sentence comes out as a choked sob. "Y- you'll protect your family, won't you? Just like you did your best for me... hopefully they won't be as stupid as I am.. ruining all your hard work.." a sad, weak chuckle escapes her lips, finding the bitter humor in all of this.

Her soulgem reaches it's limit, and the dark grief begins to surround her. "I'm sorry... I love you, so much..." a ghost of a smile plays upon her bloodied lips, as she finally looks up at Duske. Her grief makes her almost unrecongnizable. "I'm scared." she admits. "I'm scared..."

A gust of wind bursts through her soul gem as it finally cracks. She screams, and it breaks into a distorted laugh now, her soul fully lost to the witch. It grows, breaking through Duske's forcefield. The others step back, ready to run. Her barrier consumes the hotel and small stores surrounding it, trapping the PMF members and Duske, as well as Oriko inside.

The witch wears a spiked helmet, it covers half of her tear-streaked face. She screams again, her minions laughing along with her. She swings her arm that acts as a mace, covered in spikes as well as her armor and takes out half of the PMF members that were surrounding Duske.

[Duske Hasekura]

How could this be happening. He was careless. Dawne was bleeding. She was saying how he could find someone better, how she wasn't going to make it. Tears streamed down his cheeks and he shook his head at her words. "NO. Dawne It has to be you. It has to be you!" The forcefield began to weaken as his concentration was losing itself. Red didn't belong on Dawne.

"Dawne don't leave me. Don't, you can make it- Dawne." He choked out as she claimed to ruin all his work. He grabbed her soul gem and steadied her shaky hands. "Why? Why! I love you Dawne! Don't leave me like this. Don't leave me..." He pleaded. The strong wind pushed him back and he hit his own forcefield as it shattered to pieces and Dawne was consumed with grief.

The witch shrieks didn't reach Duske's ears. All he could see was Dawn'e witch consume the area as the familiars attacked nearby PMF's and it turned into a bloodbath. Falling to his knees the tears left streaks along his cheek. Feeling hopeless he looked at his soul gem. It was blue. The grief was gone because of a special mechanism on it that automatically uses any grief seeds Duske possessed if his grief reached above a certain point. He cursed it. Standing up, he looked at Dawne, no this was not Dawne. He was going to kill it. He wouldn't let anyone else do it.

Walking past the dead corpses, he made his way to the witch. Fresh tears daring to spill out.

[Dawne]

The witch shrieked once more, bringing down it's arm, aiming for Duske. Her minions attacked with the smaller chainsaws that used to be Dawne's weapon.