I've got nothing left... (Lyrin)

[Rogue Taylor]

Hollow Bastion was empty, cold, harsh. A wreckage.
This was nothing compared to what Rogue remembered of this once great city.

Not that any of it mattered.

Another jolt shuddered through her body as she coughed up another round of crimson blood, and she crumpled to the floor, staring at the pool of red.
There really wasn't anything left to fight for anymore.
No friends. No family. No home.
And still, the Heartless came, and Rogue refused to let them take her life. And yet, she could feel that the end was near.
Maybe that's why they called the Heartless that.

She collapsed forward, laying out on her belly, her blue hair spreading out like a fan above her head. More blood made its way up out of her mouth and she just watched as it trickled out onto the rain sodden ground.
No longer did her blue eyes have the spark that they once had. The electric currents running through them like wildfire, and making her special. None of that anymore.

She shuddered as the aftershock stormed through her, along with the stomach churning fear that gripped her at the sight of blood. Her breaths came as quick gasps, and the light started to fade from her eyes.

Nothingness.

Rogue was ready to embrace it. To let it take her away, and join those she lost.

She started to float, to float down into the abyss. But her consciousness was dragged back at the sound of footsteps.

Hope coloured the abyss she was in.

Hope.....

[Skarlia Kara Strife]

The rain pounded the earth around the man, stray pieces of hair plastered to his forehead. Anyone would be drawn to look at this stranger, the bottom half of his face covered by a black and crimson striped neckerchief. His electric blue eyes glinted in the little light there was, observing the wreckage that was once Hollow Bastion.
He felt sorry for the people who once lived here, but still the war must go on. He would lead the Resistance to victory against Organisation XIII and soon every world would be free of them.
He knew there were no people here; they'd all either died, come to the Resistance or found somewhere else to go.
This man was the leader of the Resistance. Lyrin.
And that was when he saw her. Passed out on the floor, blood all around her.
Lyrin dashed towards her and bent down, examining her. She was attacked, but it wasn't just that that he was drawn towards her for. She was, without a doubt, a huge blast from the past. She was the spitting image of his daughter. His deceased daughter.
He picked her up gently in his arms and began to walk towards the Gummi ship he had left some time away, his eyes glinting as they stayed transfixed on the girl in his arms.

[Rogue Taylor]

Rogue felt gentle but hard arms pick her up, and she moaning as shockwaves of pain rippled through her body.

"Please," she whispered brokenly. "Please, help me."

Her face contorted and she coughed up more blood. There was nothing left in her. Nothing.
The man who was carrying her started to walk through the rain, but to where Rogue didn't know. She only noticed the light difference when the rain above stopped suddenly, and they were surrounded by warm, light air. They were inside a place, and Rogue desperately wanted to know where and what it was, but she could not force her eyes open to see.

Her conciousness faded, and she drifted into silence, the black taking her away into the land of silent dreams.

[Skarlia Kara Strife]

Lyrin watched the girl and jumped slightly when she uttered those words. Words that his own daughter had said when she was caught in flames.
He shook the memories from his mind and placed the girl down on a bed in one of the back rooms. The Gummi ship was used a lot for transferring Resistance members or rescuing people from blazes so it was fully equiped with anything needed.
Lyrin sat down at the controls, a few other Resistance members at other control points.
"Are we heading back to the base, sir?" One of the lieutenants asked.
Lyrin nodded. "Set the co-ordinates," he told a woman to his right and she nodded, quickly tapping the computer screen.
Lyrin was in charge of the main flight but needed to others for other things, such as engine and gun control and reports on any problems.
After about fifteen minutes Lyrin was taking the ship down, landing it outside of the town. From there they would have to work to the base in order to keep its location secret.
Lyrin walked back into the room where this girl lay and picked her up again.
"Go ahead and tell the others to prepare a room," he told the first lieutenant who had spoken to him.
He nodded and walked on ahead.
Lyrin walked out of the ship, the others locking it up behind him. With his nose he pulled his neckerchief up over the bottom half of his face.
After some walking they made it into the base with no delays or problems. Lyrin immediately took the girl into the room that had been prepared and lay her down carefully on the bed.
He sat down on a wooden chair near the bed, looking intently at this girl.
A medical woman opened the door quietly and approached the bed.
"I will see to this girl as soon as my assistant brings my equipment, sir." She told Lyrin.
Lyrin nodded.