My Alchemic Romance 1
Chapter 1:Rebirth
"Charlotte" A voice called to her from  beyond the dark abyss, clawing gashes into the silence that consumed her. "But I-" she ran her fingers up and down her pale  blue arms, cold to the touch. "Charlotte, I've been waiting for you." From the pitch-black came a light, it was soft at first, then grew to fill the void between her and "it" whatever "it" was. "Charlotte," came the raspy voice once more, sounding plus like a stir of echoes, millions of voices crawling their way up it's windpipe to be heard over the others. "Who are y-you?" The woman known as charlotte shivered and convulsed due to the temperature of her skin. "I am everything, and yet I am nothing, I am even...." a pure white figure came forth, meshing with the blinding light in the background, aside from it's ear -to - ear grin. It resembled Charlotte, in a sort of disheveled way, completely bare, though no features. "You.... I am Truth."  Charlotte heaved a heavy sigh,  expelling cool air from her mouth. "This isn't right. I shouldn't be here." Truth transported itself so it appeared directly before the blue girl. "Oh but toi need to be dear. Your special." Truth retch out it's arm, cupping her cheek. The sensation was like nothing she had ever experienced, a mixture of needles and a third -degree burn. charlotte cried out in pain, gripping its wrist with both hands, receiving an even worse pain.  "You bastard!" Truth released her grasp on the helpless zombie girl before her. charlotte fell pathetically to the side, whimpering from the burning sensation still present throughout her La Reine des Neiges body. "How......" She heaved out the word, using  every bit of energy she had left in her frail body. "It's a simple answer toi fool! toi have been chosen, toi were created solely for this purpose." charlotte sat up and turned toward the white doppleganger. "What ... Is my .....purpose?" Truth cackled maniacally, throwing it's head back . "That's for toi to find out toi pathetic excuse for an immortal."  charlotte rose to her feet, steadying herself  with one hand. From the blinding light came a large gate, gargantuan even.  "You have no choice Charlotte." Truth laughed again, causing  charlotte to become plus and plus frustrated. "What the hell are you?!" the woman flung her almost fully life-less body toward Truth. Toward the gate. Truth simply vaporized away with another ear-shattering squeal, leaving charlotte running full-on toward the slowly opening gate. It revealed an eye, then many hands that resembled children's. all gunning for the  emaciated Charlotte. a dit girl was currently digging her bare feet into the non-existent ground to stop herself cold. The arms lashed out and tackled her, dragging her into an unwelcoming void of darkness. charlotte screamed one last time before the gates closed with a mighty slam.Â
charlotte  was still in the gates grasp, twisting and turning but to no avail. She was trapped. Suddenly she grew light-headed, film-strip-like images whirred past her, filled with memories from her childhood, and symbols. Alchemic symbols. All the information was jammed into her head, filling the missing memories of her past. Her cranium felt as if it was going to cave in when suddenly, dark. Again.
"Hawkeye! Get me some hot towels! NOW!" charlotte looked up at a raven-haired  man through glazed eyes. He was carrying  her bridal-style while she lied in his arms helplessly. She closed her eyes and rolled her head into the man's uniformed chest, feeling a sense of relief and security. "Hughes! She's bleeding profusely, get me some gauze!" she could feel his eyes staring down at her, though she was only half-conscious. "Stay with me...." He shook her lightly and placed her on a cold, but soft, bed.  "Hawkeye!" he called again, this time plus agitated. A woman, with blonde hair pulled up into a bun, ran to his side with a sense of loyalty. Another man, glasses pinching the end of his nose from running around so furiously. A small strand of hair jutted up and out from his head. He put pressure on the center of her chest, just above her breasts. She felt a warm liquid slide down into her neck, and onto her shoulders. Her eyes slid up to meet the man who cradled her,  he held her gaze, then her hand. His were sheathed in white gloves and surprisingly warm, he spoke : "What's your name?" she blinked her eyes lazily and responded: "Cha-Charlotte." she shook ferociously and tightened her grip on his hand, as the glasses-bound man slipped a needle into her wound, closing up the gash in her chest. A silent tear slipped down her cheek, gazing up at the man once plus before slipping  into a heavy slumber. "We're losing her!"Â
Chapter 1:Rebirth
"Charlotte" A voice called to her from  beyond the dark abyss, clawing gashes into the silence that consumed her. "But I-" she ran her fingers up and down her pale  blue arms, cold to the touch. "Charlotte, I've been waiting for you." From the pitch-black came a light, it was soft at first, then grew to fill the void between her and "it" whatever "it" was. "Charlotte," came the raspy voice once more, sounding plus like a stir of echoes, millions of voices crawling their way up it's windpipe to be heard over the others. "Who are y-you?" The woman known as charlotte shivered and convulsed due to the temperature of her skin. "I am everything, and yet I am nothing, I am even...." a pure white figure came forth, meshing with the blinding light in the background, aside from it's ear -to - ear grin. It resembled Charlotte, in a sort of disheveled way, completely bare, though no features. "You.... I am Truth."  Charlotte heaved a heavy sigh,  expelling cool air from her mouth. "This isn't right. I shouldn't be here." Truth transported itself so it appeared directly before the blue girl. "Oh but toi need to be dear. Your special." Truth retch out it's arm, cupping her cheek. The sensation was like nothing she had ever experienced, a mixture of needles and a third -degree burn. charlotte cried out in pain, gripping its wrist with both hands, receiving an even worse pain.  "You bastard!" Truth released her grasp on the helpless zombie girl before her. charlotte fell pathetically to the side, whimpering from the burning sensation still present throughout her La Reine des Neiges body. "How......" She heaved out the word, using  every bit of energy she had left in her frail body. "It's a simple answer toi fool! toi have been chosen, toi were created solely for this purpose." charlotte sat up and turned toward the white doppleganger. "What ... Is my .....purpose?" Truth cackled maniacally, throwing it's head back . "That's for toi to find out toi pathetic excuse for an immortal."  charlotte rose to her feet, steadying herself  with one hand. From the blinding light came a large gate, gargantuan even.  "You have no choice Charlotte." Truth laughed again, causing  charlotte to become plus and plus frustrated. "What the hell are you?!" the woman flung her almost fully life-less body toward Truth. Toward the gate. Truth simply vaporized away with another ear-shattering squeal, leaving charlotte running full-on toward the slowly opening gate. It revealed an eye, then many hands that resembled children's. all gunning for the  emaciated Charlotte. a dit girl was currently digging her bare feet into the non-existent ground to stop herself cold. The arms lashed out and tackled her, dragging her into an unwelcoming void of darkness. charlotte screamed one last time before the gates closed with a mighty slam.Â
charlotte  was still in the gates grasp, twisting and turning but to no avail. She was trapped. Suddenly she grew light-headed, film-strip-like images whirred past her, filled with memories from her childhood, and symbols. Alchemic symbols. All the information was jammed into her head, filling the missing memories of her past. Her cranium felt as if it was going to cave in when suddenly, dark. Again.
"Hawkeye! Get me some hot towels! NOW!" charlotte looked up at a raven-haired  man through glazed eyes. He was carrying  her bridal-style while she lied in his arms helplessly. She closed her eyes and rolled her head into the man's uniformed chest, feeling a sense of relief and security. "Hughes! She's bleeding profusely, get me some gauze!" she could feel his eyes staring down at her, though she was only half-conscious. "Stay with me...." He shook her lightly and placed her on a cold, but soft, bed.  "Hawkeye!" he called again, this time plus agitated. A woman, with blonde hair pulled up into a bun, ran to his side with a sense of loyalty. Another man, glasses pinching the end of his nose from running around so furiously. A small strand of hair jutted up and out from his head. He put pressure on the center of her chest, just above her breasts. She felt a warm liquid slide down into her neck, and onto her shoulders. Her eyes slid up to meet the man who cradled her,  he held her gaze, then her hand. His were sheathed in white gloves and surprisingly warm, he spoke : "What's your name?" she blinked her eyes lazily and responded: "Cha-Charlotte." she shook ferociously and tightened her grip on his hand, as the glasses-bound man slipped a needle into her wound, closing up the gash in her chest. A silent tear slipped down her cheek, gazing up at the man once plus before slipping  into a heavy slumber. "We're losing her!"Â
