All Of My Memories Plead You Near [Quasi]

[rabbit]

WARNING: NOT FOR THE FAINT-HEARTED

A man who cared for him in the darkest of nights; whose footsteps roamed the tower, whose voice that soared its heights for this ungrateful child was now shunned like a distant memory. Everything he did was for his son; the years he spent slaying over protecting the deformed child from the outside world was wasted for the very thing he hated. They had changed him for the worst. He was rebelious to Frollo's kind deeds in having sheltered him from those wretched beings, those gypsies, disguised as devils.


Then the flickering flames revealed the emotions raw on his face filled with displeasure and pain. The high-fiving stone pack made him more aware that the world was against him. Wary, slowing, he raised her higher and threw her down the stairs ripping off the ridiculous lei. Nani let out a yelp, and watched as Frollo turned to Quasimodo with a fury unseen in a mere mortal. Even his silverly hair had curled in such a devil-like manner, the bags under his eyes darker than the night, most of his face pale and hollow. He silently drew his sword from his sheath and neared Quasimodo, piercing his the hunchback's shoulder blade mercilessly, ruthlessly, concentrating his hate and wrath in just that blow. He twisted the sword to add to the pain watching the blood stain his adoptive son's clothes. For some reason, he could have killed him. He could have killed him! He wasn't aware why he hesitated to pierce the beast's heart when he had the chance.

Frollo continued to twist his sword inflicting the most painful torture he could muster. If Quasimodo wasn't willing to understand that his genecist ways were for his own good, he would have to suffer - better yet die. But something held him back despite the twisted glee forming on his face. His breathing became heavy, dark, shallow, everything most unbecoming of a man his age and elegance. Sacrifices had to be made. He twitched. "No good deed goes unpunished." he whispered into Quasimodo's ear, voice harsh and hollow. He would cleanse him of his sins himself. "Begone, foul monster!"

"Who's the real monster here?" Nani hissed, pressing her plasma gun to his head, panting, bruises adorning her tender skin. Frollo was not aware of the weapon she clumisly wielded, but he wasn't about to find out as he thrust his sword away from Quasimodo's fresh, crimson wound and swung his sword in her direction piercing her side. Nani let out a gasp of surprise. She curled up and shuddered. the pain was so overwhelming, she could barely speak. Frollo ignored her and continued to watch the bell ringer. Nani gasped and reached out a hand to Quasimodo, not because she was wounded, but because seeing him was making her cry.

"Everything I did in this life was for you! You, Quasimodo! You!" he exclaimed, face twisting in untold rage. The demented, ruined minister was preparing for a final swing. He had been holding back.

"To hell you go, demon..." he murmured, thrusting his sword high for the next blow.

[Feel free to dodge it. I cried doing this post...it was too strong even for me. I actually got scared after typing this. I got so scared...Miggy had to hug me for awhile.]

[Quasimodo]

Though he wanted nothing more than make sure Nani was all right after her painful sounding roll down the stairs, Quasi found himself unable to move as he caught his master devilish glare.

The pain caused by the sword was nothing against those eyes, so passionate of hate that they seemed to take fire.
Hypnotized by this gaze, who showed no mercy at all, Quasi tried desperately to reject the realization that was dawning upon him.

No this couldn`t be who he truly was. this hate, this was just a temporarily madness that would soon be gone, or show to never have happened, the bellringer`s mind screamed.

Though the pierce of the sword felt real enough, and in a second long flashback he remembered a painting he`d once seen, illustrating Lucifer's downfall.
He shook his head in deny.

Though as he watched Frollo again attack Nani, whom he rather quickly had started seeing as a dear friend, Quasi stepped forward.

Determination and rage became present in his eyes as he placed himself between the judge and the Hawaiian, awaiting what may come.

The long tormented bellringer watched the sword coming in his direction almost without fear.
It was the thought that he might hit his friend that made Quasi take affair.

He flung himself against his former master, pushing away his arm, as he used his wight to pin the insane madman to the ground.
Please let her go, she has nothing to do with this, he growled, narrowing his eyes.

[rabbit]

The aged minister was seen with his hand clenched in his thinning hair, staring down at the deformed boy, pausing his swinging sword not knowing why he stopped. He felt strong arms pin him to what he assumed was to be his death. The struggling minister stared at him, then moved his wide dark eyes slowly over his mounting frame, panting and snarling under his weight.

His face twisted with such wrath, but even if he did appear domineering and fearless, it was clear that he wasn't as young as he used to be. He was now crumbling with the time. The years made him physically weak, but not for his faith in God. Poor, misguided, Frollo was not so keen on letting such wicked beings roam free. No.

"Even now you do not comprehend that they are wretched beings...these....gypsies." he hissed, surprised that his son didn't dare use his sword against him. However, this did not show on his face of course, for he was still all too angry to display such...such...confusion.

"You are lost, my child. Lost." He snarled, struggling even more. He was not weak. He would not be denied his salvation.

Damn Quasimodo.

Damn them all to hell.

[Quasimodo]

Quasi returned the judge`s glare, as he firmly kept pinning him to the floor, not giving him any chance to escape.

What is it to see? he spoke quietly. What did the gypsies ever do you? he questioned in a sad tone, not managing to see what made the gypsies so bad in his master`s eyes.

Meanwhile Hugo eyed the Hawaiian lei, laying on the floor, forgotten.
A lightbulb appeared over the pig like gargoyle`s head as he picked it up in his tiny hoof.

Arranging the flowers around his own neck he batted his eyelashes at the Hawaiian woman, flapping his tiny wings to get to eye level.
Victor facepalmed.

Not paying attention to the scene beside him, Quasi glanced at the old priest sadly.
You`re right, he admitted as he pointed out how lost he was.
But at least i`m free.

[rabbit]

The youth was crushing him, his arms sore from the impact of his powerful weight upon his, the energy to struggle was quick to fade. The same could not be said for his temper, however. He quietly observed the fierce Quasimodo with an unusual paitience dimmed in his half-lidded eyes, his long, dainty fingers slow to twitch as they began to swell, slightly, from the lack of proper circulation.

He gasped at his last remark, and, breathlessly, could he no longer react. The present torment in his soul was visible on his pained features. Just as Quasimodo had done earlier, he too was in utter denial unable to comprehend the lunacy in himself.

"Whatever do you mean, Quasimodo?" he whispered, eyes narrowing, too stubborn and too self-righteous to see through the truth of his words. He was lost in the boy's inocent blue eyes. His own dark ones were so barren and hollow compared to his, and, for a moment, he envied his youth. His ivory, thinning hair was now messily dangling over his forehead. Truly, he was more beastly than the wise Hunchback, but he would ever dare to admit that...he didn't even realize this in himself.

"These gypsies are foul. Licentious, immoral, minions to the devil himself. I condemn you for even seeing the slightest good in those wretched creatures. They are not human - how difficult is it for you to understand this, child? Truly, Quasimodo, I sympathize you." He hissed, attempting a final struggle as he finally threw him off.

He reached for his sword and descended the stairs. He pressed a hand to his shoulder, shuddering. His body ached all over. He felt ill - sick to his stomach - hollow. The hunchback's words were stronger than any man-made weapon ever created. It seemed he was drenched in his own bloodshed.......it felt like maggots eating his insides....nothing made sense anymore. He was a broken record player.

Repeat.

God.

Repeat.

I am righteous.

Repeat.

Bring to me salvation.

Repeat.

I am not worthy.

Claude felt himself falling and was dimly aware of the world before him. One final word tore from his lips without his consciously willing it:

"Damnation!"

He hoped God truly was merciful, for all of them.

He clutched his breast, pained.

You`re right, he admitted as he pointed out how lost he was.
But at least I`m free.

Those words would haunt him.

Forever.

Kyrie elesion.



Trans for Kyrie Elesion [latin]: Lord have mercy


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[Sorry for not replying as Nani...it would ruin the seriousness of my post. XDDD]

[kan]

[[ Holy ship! Your ending to this thread gave me chills! BRAVO, BRAVO! DAMN! I have never seen a better Frollo! EXALTAGE EARNED! ]]

[rabbit]

Thank you!!!!! AWWWWWWWW! X3 -LICKS-

[gypsyking]

(Whaaaa..? no it can`t be over, tell me this thread didn`t just end?*sobs into pillow*)

[Quasimodo]

Quasi kept glancing down at the pale, thin form of his once so beloved master and adoptive father, a single tear lurking in the corner of his eyes.
Whatever had happened with the man Quasi had believed him to be? All he saw now was a fallen man, and crushed idol.

You just don`t see do you? he stated, absent mindedly hearing Frollo`s question.
The judge continued, imprinted him how foul and evil the gypsies were. Quasi closed his eyes in pain for a moment. Hadn`t he heard this lesson day after day during his childhood?
Yet the first to ever show him friendship, and set him free, was a gypsy.
He simply failed to see the evil in that.
Later, most of the other gypsies seemed to somehow accept him as well, even through their king, whom he`d come to socialize with a lot lately, had a few screwes loose.

Human or not, thanks to them i now know what i never knew before, he spoke as sadly as ever, pained by the harsh words.
True friendship, a family, all tat he`d never had before he met Esme.

Lost in his own thought he`s gradually loosened his grip enough for Frollo to get loose, and startled he placed himself before Nani as the priest threw him off.

Fighting back his tears, Quasi threw a last glance at Nani, as Frollo had disappeared out the door.
Whit that, the bellringer followed, on a certain distance as not to be seen.

Praying it wasn`t too late, Quasi reached the doors leading outside, preparing himself mentally for the pitiful sight of what may be left of his beloved gargoyle friend, Laverne.

[punchbuggy]

“I'm so sorry, Quasimodo,” she whispered. This didn’t weaken her sympathy for a bit, and he sought for his friend with an understandably heavy heart. She sat there with a frown on her plump lips, the light in her eyes dim with sorrow, just resisting the urge to cry.

She buried her face into her knees, her side no longer hurting. It was a minor cut; she would live. The Hawaiian felt all this to be her fault. She was so preoccupied with her own feelings, she almost didn't hear the gargoyle slide on her little pink lei. Nani looked up and couldn't hide the playful smirk that crossed her lips. "Looks like you just got lei'd." She chuckled, voice somewhat watery, rolling her eyes at her own joke. It was an overused Hawaiian saying.

The young woman patted the gargoyle lightly on the head, then approached Quasimodo and the broken statue. "Is there anything I can do to help?" she asked quietly, looking to her shoes. She wrapped her cloak around her, suddenly cold. "I really shouldn't have come here. I feel as if I caused your father's upset. Was it something I said that made him go off like that?"

Charming guy, she thought, thinking Frollo had on a couple of loose screws. "Insane in the membrane..." she muttered. She knelt beside the younger man and wrapped her arms around him, pulling him into a motherly embrace. She pressed her head to his temple and allowed her fingers to stroke his hair.

Then, out of nowhere, a tiny figure voiced out a soft, "Broken. Need fixing." The creature was looking observant, almost thoughtful. He slowly crawled over to Quasimodo, tilting his head to the side to emphasize his curious gaze.

"Put back together again?" he asked, blinking. He noticed Nani and clapped his hands enthusiastically, cooing.

"Oooo! Nani! Zig! Zig!" he exclaimed, motioning her to help him piece the gargoyle together. He tugged on the ends of her cloak with his teeth and pulled her over to Laverne. He then spotted Quasimodo and used the same gesture he had with the Hawaiian to motion him over.

"Help....yes?" he chirped, beaming enthusiastically at the hunchback. He gave him a wet lick on the cheek and proceeded to grabbing chunks of Laverne. He was determined to put her together.

"Stitch!" she exclaimed, shocked.

[Quasimodo]

Pushing open the door to go outside, Quasi spotted the broken stones on the ground hat used to be his dear friend from his earliest childhood.

Though he`d been expecting this, the sight sent needles through his heart.
The old gargoyle`s head and both of her wings were separated from her body, and said body was broken in two pieces.
He fell to his knees beside her, finally allowing his tears to prickle down his face.

The broken hunchback turned as he heard a soft voice behind him, and spotted Nani had followed him down here.

No no, he protested wildly as she blamed herself for what happened. This is not your fault, he assured her, smiling weakly, though his attempt of a smile turned out only as a grimace.
I..I`m glad you came, he muttered quietly, looking away for a moment.

As he felt her arms around him, Quasi pulled her tightly, returning her hug.
Letting his emotion get the better of him he sobbed quietly into her hair, feeling the pain slowly fade.
Thank you he whispered, eternally grateful both for her friendship, and her earlier offer of help.

Hearing a voice right beside him, and feeling something tug on him, he let go, turning to see the new arrival.

Quasi got a curious glimpse in his ayes as he smiled warmly to the strange little creature.

Realizing that`for a moment he`d forgotten the matter at hand; Laverne, he smiled regretfully, ashamed that this creature, yet a stranger, seemed more concerned about his childhood friend and protector than he himself was.

Inwardly apologizing and begging for forgiveness, Quasi reached out a hand to the creature, at the same time picking up one of Laverne`s wings.
Off course, he replied to the little blue fellow, Can`t let old Laverne lay here and dust away, he spoke in a brighter tone than he felt.

By the lord i hope not, it`s starting to get cold, an elderly, grandmother like voice broke in.

Laverne! the hunchback exclaimed. You`re alive?! his features brightened up in relief as she picked up her head.
Hey, takes more than that to get rid of old Laverne, the stone head retorted, smiling reassuringly.

[Jim Hawkins]

((*lip wobbles*))

[Quasimodo]

(AAW Jimbo *hugs* Ahem.. wanna tissue?)

[somechick]

[SHOO JIM! XD YOU ARE RUINING THE MOMENT! Pay no attention to the Hawaiian and the Hunchback behind the curtain! x3 -joking-]

[punchbuggy]

Stitch sniffed the talking statue, blinked, then grinned widely. He could smell the life radiating from her, and she spoke with in a rather sweet yet sour tone. It reminded him of his forever cranky guardian, Nani, Lilo's polar opposite.

"Alive, yes," Stitch chirped, almost bouncing as he pointed at her pieced together face. "Not dead, just broken!" he sounded cheerful though he knew very little of the sculpture and managed to piece her abdomen together, the pieces seeming to stick automatically. It was obvious this creature had mystical abilities. He was impressed.

Nani was amused but oh-so happy that she was alive, however, she could not help but fear how alive these gargoyles were. She thought aliens were odd, but this took the cake. "How is it you're all alive?" she uttered dumbfoundedly, amazed.

"Nani too much drink coffee." Stitch said, smirking.

"You drink that stuff too..." Nani replied, snarky.

"Ih! Cocobut cake AND coffee!" he squealed.