Enter the Nightmare
#1 of Neverwinter
A/N: Hello again, I'm back here with something a little different. Though not Crystalis this is a little something that came to me when a friend showed me a set of flash videos. Based loosely off of Clairvoyance's Nightmare City and Nightmare City 2, this story is my representation of the story between both. And although this is based off of it, it is not a direct copy, and as such, there would be differences galore.
I do not own Nightmare City or Nightmare City: Catastrophy as Clairvoyance does. I do own the story below and the characters hitherto. Any resemblance to other characters is purely coincidental. Please enjoy~
If you do not like M/M essence scenes or kissing, turn back. Further stories will contain M/M sex, so stay tuned!
Standing over the edge of the bridge, he couldn't help but stare down. The hands that pulled the feline across the waters seemed to grip tightly--fear often accounted for bringing them here, bringing them away from their home. A sickened grin crossed his face as those once black eyes had crimson taint them, flowing madly over the once subtle nature of things. The long swaying crimson hair danced along, skidding across the black sword held in his paws. The tiger turned away quickly, his cloak flying behind him without any worry. Tonight he'd finish what he started; tonight all would be right again.
He'd take back his cat, take him away to the paradise he called hell.
Panting, Jason continued to look behind him, making sure that his friend was still there. The grasp upon his paw wasn't enough to sate his worries, and yet it was all he needed to know that everything would be all right at least someday. Turning the corner down the alleyway, the panther hissed out as he came to a sudden stop. Rubble lined the walls, the city in ruins after the last battle him and Sylin had. The Black Scarlet was at war against the Blue Crusade, both led by their respective fighters of Sylin and Jason.
Though war was never his forte, Jason Fallon was quite skilled in how to use the guns he always carried with him. This day had been different, however, with his rival standing there in his window, staring down upon the two sleeping bodies in the bed. "I've come back for him..." Whispered words that haunted the panther, enough so that he couldn't chance Zyle to be here in this forsaken town. Tonight, he had to get both of them far away, far far away from the façade that breeched every waking thought.
Standing at about six-foot-four, Jason towered over the cat he wanted to protect with his own life. The five years they had spent together had strengthened a bond he figured would never exist. Each kiss brought a skipped beat, each touch took a breath away. Once he had been cold, a ruthless murderer who didn't care much for others, but Zyle changed that. Zyle had turned the large blue panther into something more, something greater.
Zyle on the other hand had only been five-foot-four, barely weighing in at one-fifty. His short purple hair made him stand out more with his black fur, always a wanting expression within those purple eyes. Shimmering with hope even in this chaotic world, saved only by the panther he had been close to. For him, just staring at the blue hair swaying with each stride had made him smile. For once, he wished he could live without fear with him, life together with the one he truly loved.
But his 'master' had different plans, always wanting to take him back after he was rescued. Every day, he watched over his back, hoping not to see the wavering crimson hair that always scared him. Having found himself an object of love, he could feel solace. Someday, things would be perfect.
Peering at the bricks before him, blue eyes started to water. Fear presented itself full blown. Fear of the 'other' part of him. With blue hair a mess, and guns missing, Jason could only wish for some place other than the raging city of hell they lived in. Vienna, a once beautiful capital of Medihv, now shambles because of a wicked feud. Gritting his teeth, the panther pulled his lover close, pressing his lips firm against the cat's, wanting to forever remember the taste that assaulted his mouth whenever heaven presented itself. "Zyle..."
"Jason... Don't..."
Averting the gaze of the tabby, Jason stared off into the distant sky, watching as the blue moon had drawn closer. "I can't let you go back... I must."
"It's forbidden." Words that scared him hovered in the tension. "Don't."
"Stay here..."
Breaking away quickly, the panther jumped up onto the fire escape, not daring to turn back. The tattered clothing that clung to his skin seemed almost to shine brightly in the dusk that was approaching quickly. "I love you..." NO more words kissed his lips as he climbed up those stairs with an urgency that scared him. All he could even think about was destroying the other, destroying what could have been and what should have been.
With saddened eyes shimmering with their own tears, Zyle stared up at the moon, whispering something to himself, hoping the silent prayer would come true.
"Diana, protect him... Save him from this redemption."
Giving a little smirk, the tiger stood up high on the lamppost, the sword held in his paws just shining within the dark night. Silence encroached through the radiance of his beauty, shattering any thought of forgetting what he couldn't. "Zyle.. my love. You'll be mine once more."
"Sylin!"
Peering down at the voice that echoed up at him, Sylin chuckled. "Tonight will be your last... brother." Swiftly and carefully, the tiger switched his blade back into his fighting position, catching another gleam of the large moon that enshrouded the city walls.
Immediately, Jason's hands went towards his holsters, only finding the guns there missing once again. 'Damnit.' Wordlessly, his paws moved into a different position, energy collecting itself within them to summon forth a blue sword. "Face it brother. You won't take Zyle back. You won't get what isn't yours."
"Hitsuyashi has other ideas about that." Histuyashi, the sword he always carried. It was the family heirloom stolen back when they were children by him. He had wanted something that would be his and only his--something that he didn't have to share with his half-brother.
Gritting his teeth, the blue sword flared with energy as Jason couldn't take any more of the words escaping his brother's mouth. "I won't let you!" The energy started to swallow up his own body, his magic finally released after a year of dormancy. Sylin couldn't help but smirk some more. Finally, he would have an even match against his brother again. Such sorrow happened when only one had released the family's precious seed given to both; Rangestu.
The crimson sword flared back with the same energy his brother's sword carried, letting it envelope everything that was him. The crimson within his black eyes flared even more before disappearing into a black mist.
Sparks shot up as swords connected within seconds, both brothers pressing against each other in mild curiosity of what the other would give to them. Red swirled with blue, blue mingled with red. The energy became a deadly mix as it exploded outwards knocking both combatants away. "Still got it in you, Jason..."
"Shut up!" Another flare, and the sword sliced at the air, sending forth a flurry of attacks. Fury was the only thing that crossed his mind, fury of the one thing he wouldn't let Sylin take away from him. Easily deflecting the attacks against him, the tiger swung his sword around, sending back his own set of attacks the smirk never leaving his face. Flashes of blue and red flickered in and out of existence, both in air and on ground as the brothers continued the family feud that had lasted for the years of their living. Ever battling was the sense they had with each other, ever wanting what the other possessed flowed through their veins.
The only way that the feud would be over was if one got the blood of the other sprayed upon his body. An end that didn't seem too near in sight. Rangetsu, their family's magic, resonated into the air all about them, heating it up and cooling it down like a maelstrom's bolt in the never ending storm. Hisses echoed back and forth, as silence once again took between the dueling brothers. Everything around them drained away as they only saw each other in the darkness that was their hearts.
And all Zyle could do from the window was watch as his brother and his former master fought between each other. One time a long while ago, he had loved Sylin with everything that was his soul. But the troubles that came with him piled, the torture, the rape. Now all he could do was hate him, hate him for destroying anything that resembled light in his eyes.
"Let's find the truth of the night..." Jason only smiled as his paw caressed Zyle's cheek. "And flee from this fake city..."
"But you know I can't..." Tears traced along the paw covering the black furried cheek. "You should already have known..."
The blue fur shifted around on Jason, his eyes drooping slightly as they tried to carry the hope that Zyle was always great at, "But you don't know that... you don't kno---"
"I CAN'T!" Yanking himself away from his lover, the tabby turned his back to face the wall and place a paw upon his heart. "I'm tied to here... I cannot leave."
Reaching over to grab that paw upon his chest, Jason pulled Zyle close for another kiss before pulling back and smiling. "Then I'm going to have to break that tie, aren't I?" A soft glance and smile was all that gave Jason solace, before he spun around himself and started running towards the bridge, paw gripped tightly upon his lover's. "And I will protect you until I do!"
Fleckles of tears splashed and sparkled with the tempest of lights before him. More and more he could see e the crimson remorse dripping upon each blade, trailing away any thought of escaping. Many times before had he seen them fight and only this time had it seemed to be to a further degree.
Now they wanted each other dead.
"Stop... please..." He whimpered and whispered. Words that would have crossed and twinged their hearts never entered their ears as they screamed back and forth, putting something further on the line. Life. Love. Lust.
Shivering silently on the floor, the tabby closed his eyes. The shackle upon his footpaw was shut so tight he could barely feel his foot. "Sylin..." Those purple eyes that once held admiration for the tiger that was his king now served only as windows towards a hatred that crept along with the days that passed. But sadness won over those long moments of hatred; sadness of what his lord once was. He remembered many a night where he walked into his bedroom and fell right into his arms to be taken away into a paradise. But now, now it seemed it was all about the brother that had been his foe for eternity.
A brother whom Zyle started to hate as the pain was brought upon him. Day after day he was whipped, the love that had been cherished each night was gone as the times of love making only seemed to help vent more anger.
Tonight wasn't any different, with him stuck in the basement of his lord's 'castle,' shivering in the cold of a winter night. The 'window' that served as his only light was coated over with a soft blue hue; snow had never touched Vienna at all, forgotten was what it felt like to touch, taste, smell the beautiful cover that would sparkle in the moonlight.
With an attempt to fall into the blackless sleep, the tabby closed in on himself, attempting to shut off all the fear, all the despair and just hope for the end he knew would be there. The sounds around him didn't bother him in the least bit. Not when he had his own heart beat to keep him company.
Thump. Thump.
Drip. Drip.
Another sound echoed through, a sound that hadn't been there before.
Drip. Drip.
Purple eyes shot open as they attempted to peer around in the darkness that was his home. Shadows and shapes came into focus; nothing seemed to be out of place. But the noise was still there and got louder until he heard a faint breath behind him.
"Are you... Zyle?"
Whipping his head around, Zyle's eyes got big with fear as he saw a blue sword held almost inches from his face. Whimpers and cries escaped him, along with his voice as he shook in place. The tabby swallowed forcefully and nodded, closing his eyes awaiting the punishment that he knew would come. He felt the sword fly by his head, the air causing his ears to ring. But it hit something else, the crack of metal sparked him to wonder what was that about.
Purple eyes once again shot open to stare in front of him. He could see blood on the floor near where the sword struck, but it wasn't from his--the twitching tail behind him proved that to be true. Tracing upwards towards where the blood dripped, he caught site of what was the origin. A large wound across the blue panther's chest that had freed him from his shackle.
Barely held up by the sword in the ground, he gave a few sharp breaths in before speaking up again. "You.. are free. Go..."
"B-but.. your chest!"
"I'm...fine."
"No you're not!"
"I said... I'm perf--" A nod of his head and he was down on the ground, the world around him fading quickly away. Zyle almost freaked out into a panic attack, his heart racing. Here was a 'hero' that had just freed him from someplace he knew was a living hell, and yet he didn't want to leave it.
"Stupid..." Closing his eyes, he began to mutter something under his breath, paws held over the wound in front of him. "Diana... protect his soul..." Radiating form him was a purple aura that began to sew up the wound and give life back to his hero. But it wasn't enough to rose him from his sleep, a sleep he knew all too well. "Wake up please..." Nosing down a little, he pressed his lips to the panther's and sighed, hoping that those fairy tales were actual truths.
A groan pressed against his own lips as he twitched his tail a little more, pulling back to stare at the figure before him. Zyle knew he wouldn't leave until he saw the panther stand up. "Wake up... and we'll leave..."
Back then, he had felt something for the brother he hadn't realized he was. Jason had been the total opposite of what his brother had stated he was--although he hadn't delved too much into his past. The feuding of the Crusade and Scarlet had had a large death toll, one he didn't want to bring back upon the shattered mind of his lover. But ZYle wanted the truth sometimes, he wanted to embrace all of what he had before him, whether it would be a murderer or a misguided fool.
The fight before him though; the one raining down blood upon the streets of Vienna wasn't going to let that happen. He felt like he couldn't just stay here inside the building watching from a distance. No, he'd have to stop this and create something new, create a new legacy of what would be and what could be. Gripping his paws, he muttered again under his breath, "Diana... come back."
Two purple orbs faded into reality into his paws before he brought them together, letting a purple bow form. "I'll... use your soul again..." Tears dripping down as quickly as the sparks flared outside, he pulled back his arrow ready to shoot.
Panting for breath, both combatants stood of side from each other. They held their swords in two different styles, both as devastating to the other as they could be. The once great flare of magic from the beginning dwindled down as they found themselves deadlocked. Wounds from both had let the magic seep out and bring about their fatigue. "Sylin... let him go!"
Chuckling a little, the tiger took a step forward, letting his sword drag across the ground. "Let him go...?"
"Break your tie on him, let him escape Vienna! Let him escape from this Nightmare City!" Jason's sword leveled itself above his head as he pushed more of his Rangetsu into it. "Or you won't leave here alive!"
"Heh. You still have a lot to learn, brother." Shooting back his own magic, he put his soul upon the blade before him. "It's not ME whom needs to break the ties!" A rush forward, and Sylin had his face next to his brother's, "It's YOU!" A slash of the sword, and he knocked his brother back, the blue magic being the only thing that had saved him from being sliced in two.
Stunned from the words, the blue panther coughed a little, letting the blood spill down his lips. Vision started to fade a little as it peered up at the world above him. He could see Sylin's face close in on his, the crimson hair falling beside them. "I'll free him from yo--"
A white bullet shot between the two brothers, causing Sylin to jump back form his brother. Growling a little, he blinked as realization set in. He knew that aura, he knew that smell. "Again you interrupt!" Fading away, he jumped back into the shadows to heal himself back up. Tonight, he wouldn't be able to bring through the destruction of the thing that had tied his Zyle to this place.
Biting his lip, Jason felt himself drain of fear. He was ready to just give in to the last blow, even though he would have forsaken his lover. Above him, the black cloud shattered with lightning and thunder, as rain began to fall softly upon his wounded body. The last thing he could see was a darkened face lean over him with a sigh. "Again... you two..."
Halted in his ability to shoot the arrow to stop the feuding, Zyle stood frozen staring out the window. Sylin had left, he saw that, but who was the white figure before his blue panther? An angel? Or a devil in disguise?
"Let's find this truth of the night... And escape this fake city..."