Dedicated
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Disclaimer: For Wolfwood’s
Songfic contest. The lyrics are Dedicated by Linkin Park. All other characters
are property of Nitemare_Angel.
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“Ever
had one of those really weird dreams where you’re given an offer to discard the
life you’re living for one of those perfect lives?” Mango stood out at the edge
of the apartment, leaning one arm on the railing, “Well…I did. It was ironic
though…”
I have a dream of a scene between the green hills Clouds pull away and the sunlight's revealed People don't talk about keeping it real It's understood that they actually will And intoxicated and stimulated emcees
“Two
months ago I parted from you guys, and I came here. I know it was rough, since
from the time you guys found me to the time I said goodbye, we were the closest
of friends. Well, at least you and I were,” She closed her eyes, hand on her
eye, “But I needed to get away from there. I needed to find who I really am.
You know that, I know that, he knows that. So, I gave up everything, and began
my journey.”
She
smiled, thinking back, “This story may take awhile, but since the majority of
the things are pointless details, and you know that I found this place from my
letter, I’ll cut to where the irony comes in.”
Staring in the trees, paranoid, or caught in the breeze Watch them flee, hip-hop hits Take a walk with me and what you'll see Is a land where the sand is made up of crushed up wax And the sky beyond you is krylon blue And everybody speaks in a dialect of rhyme And emcees have left materialism behind them
Mango Kattan sat on the
sofa, her legs crossed, and her eyes closed, trying not to fall asleep. Her
sanity was on the brink at the moment. Between what had been happening with the
others, the point where she almost had died herself, and this overload of
memory, she couldn’t seem to piece it all together.
She
muttered something inaudible, her hands over her eyes, but her voice rose after
awhile, “I have hope that they’ll do it. Together they can overcome
anything…they really could.”
Mango
fell to the floor, bile rising in her mouth, and she felt the room blur,
“Damn…”
Meanwhile I just grip my mic And hope me and my team make it through alright Because say what you will, and say what you might
“Forever
love. Forever dream,” The room rematerialized, and Mango realized that it was
still her apartment. The CD player was playing music as usual, and she seemed
alive. Yet inside she didn’t feel alive. She reached for the telephone, and
slowly picked it up, dialing a number. She waited, and sat against the table,
but dropped the phone after half a minute.
“They…didn’t
do it.” She looked down, tears in her big green eyes, “They’re gone…”
Life
sure as hell ain’t no fairy tale, and that was what Mango finally learned. At
that point, anything naïve inside her heart, it was dead.
I've seen a lot of shit, I've talked to a bum Out on sunset strip, he asked me How would you feel If everybody acted like you didn't exist You'd lose your grip, probably eventually flip.
“General
Chiboko, I have a message for you!” The doll beeped. Mika, Kinioko’s old unit
doll, which was given to Mango to guarantee her protection on this planet, had
often a message from Kinioko to explain what was going on.
“Go
away, Shiboko’s dead.” Mango muttered, curled up on her bed, the garment grid
dangling in the window, “If she wants to talk to Mango, I’ll be willing to
comply.”
“Chiboko-sama.
You mustn’t let yourself fall into a groove. I can understand that you lost
yourself when Volandra was broken, but this is different! You must come to!”
There
was no reply, and Mika looked out the window.”
“The
general I know is nothing like this.”
“Shut
up! The general you know is dead!” She screamed, picking up the doll,
“Everything I live for is gone. My friends, the only people who accepted me,
the only people who helped me when my memories were gone, they’re all dead. And
Shiboko died with them.”
“Can
you really surrender just like that?” Mika watched Mango carefully, and the
girl’s hand was shaking as she dropped the doll, “I’m going out.”
So let it be known, the only reason that we do this So that you can pick it up and just bang your head to it While emcees fight to see who can be the commonist Be floatin overhead like a space odyssey monolith Over seeing the game, over being part of the same old thing It's all gonna change in a hurricane of darkness and pain And acidic rain and promises that you won't do it again
Crack. The lightening lit up the
sky, and the rain began to fall.
Mango
stared out her window, green eyes seeming to reflect nothing, the rain slammed
down on the panes, “Damn. I could’ve done something, couldn’t I?”
“You
don’t know that, Chiboko.” Mika beeped softly, “You cannot change the past.”
“I
may not be able to change the past, but I can bring them back!” She grinned,
and sat up.
“What
do you mean?” Mika looked at her carefully, knowing that danger was in the air.
“Well,
you said that my people are ones of science. Well, science can bring them back,
I’m sure!”
She
then hunched over a book, and began to read, the book was placed over her warm
legs…
Pulling me close, the shadow is warm inside This is where I feel at home, this is my place to hide Pulling me close, the shadow is warm inside This is where I feel at home, this is my place to hide
“And
that’s what really happened,” Mango smiled, mentioning nothing of what happened
in her apartment, her foot tapping against the pavement, though it was made of
metal, so it made a clanking noise.
“I
gave up my life with you two, and I ended up losing the perfect life I have
now,” She looked at her metal arm, “It’s just a sick irony…”