From: Leviathan Cross  [email protected]
Date: Mon Sep 25, 2000 6:32pm
Subject: Of Heaven & Hell (4/?)


Hello once again

       Just before posting this part I wish to thank everyone who 
replied to my question, I really apprectiate your help. Anyway enough 
yammering, on with the fic.

Warning: This part of "Of Heaven & Hell" is rated "M" for "Messed
Up", 
enjoy!

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       Celena gazed out at the sea from the balcony of her room. For 
the past year she had lived in the dark, knowing something was wrong 
but never able to pinpoint what it was.  There were so many gaps in 
her memory yet sometimes when she closed her eyes she would see 
flashes of fire� darkness� blood�

	The cool wind whipped through her silver curls.  It was nights 
like this that were the loneliest.  Allen was dining in the grand
hall 
below her with Millerna and Dryden, he had asked her if she wanted to 
join them but sometimes when she was around them she felt more 
isolated than usual.  The way they would correct themselves when they 
talked about the war then give her a strange look as if something
they 
said would anger or upset her.

	Over the past year Celena had felt like a porcelain doll, 
always handled with care as if she could break at the slightest 
disturbance. 

	' I'm not a child anymore!  Why won't Allen stop treating me 
like one!' she thought bitterly as she laid her head down on top of 
her arms which were leaning on the balcony railing.

	The wind began to grow colder and blew with increasing 
strength snuffing out the candle that sat on the table by her bed.
She 
entered her room and lay down on the bed not even bothering to 
re-light the candle. Celena turned her head burying her face in
pillow 
trying to silence her minds worries and aggravations.

	Shadows on the wall moved of their own accord, but went 
unnoticed by the distraught girl on the bed. Once they reached the 
mirror they produced a black human form.

	It stepped through the smooth surface and into Celena's room. 
Suddenly the shadow-man became one of fire.

	Feeling the warmth and noticing the new source of light the 
girl turned to the figure.

	The man of flame stood in a non-threatening pose at the foot 
of the bed.  To Celena's surprise nothing else was on fire� just
the 
man.

	"Hello Celena," it greeted friendly.

	Still caught in a state of shock and confusion she found it 
hard to form the words. " Wh�who are you? How do you know my
name?"

	He tilted his faceless head to the side. " You know who I am 
Celena� come closer," he reached his hand out toward her.

	She shook her head; no� she didn't know this man.  But she 
found herself unable to stop herself from coming toward him.

	The flame circled her studying her in slight fascination. " 
Are you sure you don't remember me?"

	A strange feeling came over her, her chest felt tight it was 
hard to breathe.  Then there were flashes� ones like she had seen
in 
her dreams but this time they were more vivid� they were so real
she 
thought she could reach out and touch them.  
	A red guymelef�

	Faces of young men in blue uniforms�

	Blood�

	Fire� it was everywhere now, but she wasn't afraid, not in the 
slightest.

	" AH!" she screamed as familiar pain cut it's way into her 
right cheek.  She reached up and touched it� blood� her
blood� someone 
would pay for this.

	The wound stung with unimaginable pain.  The fire that now 
surrounded her grew higher as voices called to her, hissing for her 
touch the fire.

	Celena felt as if an alien force had entered her mind and 
watched as something made her hand reach out for the flame.  Her mind 
rebelled and cried out in anguish as her soul was twisted�
changed 
into something else.

	A female scream shattered the peace of the night before fading 
into the uncontrollable laughter of a male voice.

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The cosmos swirled with ever lasting light.  The air's heavy mist 
swirled about him playfully. Heavenly voices called to him, beckoning 
for him to join them� to join the dance.  In a way he didn't want
to� 
he didn't deserve to be forgiven.  But their reassuring voices said
it 
was okay, that they wanted him there.

The mist and light started to take form that slightly resembled human 
beings, one glowing a light blue while the other blazed a brilliant 
yellow.  Their eyes spoke of peace, love and forgiveness as they 
offered their hand to him.

He was unsure of what to do� but found himself unable to stop
himself 
from reaching out to the beings� these angels. 

Just as their fingertips brushed he felt something grab onto his 
waist; an unseen force started to pull him back down.  The angels' 
eyes grew wide with fear and concern. The latch onto his wrists but 
the power behind the force is too strong as it rips him from their 
grasp.

He was now falling, out of the sky, out of their arms� out of
that love.

No�

"No!"

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TBC...

~Leviathan~