Heart_to_heart



		*Heart to Heart*

Argyyle lay there, to exhausted to sleep, staring at the bottom of the bunk above him. The synthflesh itched horribly, and he had to fight not to scratch it. It hurt enough as it was. He got up, and grabbed a nutrition bar from the ship supply, along with some green stuff. He didnt care what it was, as long as it was alcoholic. He choked down the tastless foodstuff, and tossed the drink back, downing it in a single long gulp. He wiped his mouth, and grabbed his supplies once more. He was going out for awhile, alone. He didnt think Fiona would want to be near him just now. As he settled the pack over his sword, benieth his cloak, he heard her speaking, almost in a monotone. He paused as he heard her words abruptly take on some emotion, and listened to what she was saying. There is no peace, there is anger. There is no fear, there is power. There is no death, there is immortality. There is no weakness, there is the Dark Side. I am the Heart of Darkness. I know no fear, But rather I instill it in my enemies. I am the destoyer of worlds. I know the power of the Dark Side. I am the fire of hate. All the Universe bows before me. I pledge myself to the Darkness. For I have found true life, In the death of the light. Her words rocked him to his boots. Where had she heard this mantra? This was...profound. He exited, striding down the ramp, the words echoing in his head. He must think on this......

	~Ulic was resting slightly, he still concentrated on blocking his presence from those around, but he was doing little else. the sun was setting when he heard something exit the ship. looking through the bushes, without making a sound he sees the female moving about. she was hurt... or angry... without really delving into her emotions he couldnt really tell. Standing silently, he moves closer to her. his body seemingly flowing over the ground, no sound of broken twig, or cruched leaf is heard. he stands now 5 m from her, still cloaking his presence, as he did before. He would listen for now, then decide the best course of action.~

			Fiona sat outside the shuttle on a tree stump, relating her experiences to her personal computer. The gorgeous sunset was like her emotions. She felt so many things, all the time. Though her emotions were never as beautiful as the sunset she admired now. There was peace in the sunset, the natural order of things expressed in the steady rhythm of life. She could not live in that peace, for she would drown there in the majesty of the light. She was the storm, destroyer of light and peace. Fiona nodded at her foe and went back to her recollections. As the time went by, she began to feel her control repairing the damages it had taken. The encounter with Ulic, the maelstrom of emotion with her brother... gone now, replaced by an outer calm. As she spoke the mantra, she felt strength once again cloak the pitiful being that she was, that the child was.... Fiona was strong. The weakness would not conquer her spirit. As she finished relating all that had transpired, she sighed and thanked her extraordinary recall. Fiona did so love to plot and all of that depended on seeing clearly all that happened and what she could do with that knowledge. Part of the reason she didn't speak often was that she was observing and filing it all away for later exploration. She abhorred trivial conversations and more than once imagined the death of those who perpetuated small talk. It was the only way she could prevent herself from actually wringing their neck, the words strangled out of their bodies. Of course she always had some chosen victim to expunge the daily events from her mind. Mind and body one and the screams, the screams were the orchestra to her diabolical conducting. Considering that Ulic had meddled in her mind, DAMN HIM... she knew that her mind was not sufficient to the task and so the diary. She longed for the day when no one could trespass in her inner sanctuary. The day when those who did would long for death... Fiona glanced up and saw her brother standing on the ramp. His supplies in hand, he didn't even glance at her and she felt the anger coiling to strike and strike it did....as she flung the words at him, cloaked in mocking malevolence, " Ah, brother...going to run away again into the woods? Don't bother coming back...I certainly won't wait for your grand entrance once again..."

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