There was a bright flash. Snow squinted away from the light, and arm shielding his eyes. He felt Serah's grip on his hand loosen.
"Serah?"
Snow caught Serah before she could hit the floor. She'd just collapsed. "You okay?" He shook her gently. "Serah!"
Everything around him was black, except for a painfully bright light blasting above him. A crystal was the light's source, glowing so brightly it hurt to keep his eyes opened. There was a shattering sound, and the light burning through Snow's eyelids melted away. Church bells resonated, loud enough for Snow to feel each ring pulse through his body. Time seemed to slow itself and Snow found himself opening his eyes again.
Before him stood an enormous machine. A teal aura seeped from the machine, chains and gear belts winding around its almost humanoid form. The body was held up by more mechanical parts. Glowing purple spheres encrusted what could be considered the machine's 'stomach,' attached to strands of orange light that strung also from the 'head'.
The most humanoid part of this maching was its face-- or rather, half of it. One half was covered in some kind of stone. The other, though, had the shape of some man's. The skin was grey and decorated with intricate silver lines that curled around the eye and forehead. The eyes glowed pure white. Snow shivered. This thing was bad news.
Suddenly, the machine jerked, and the aura that was surrounding the body whipped free, strapping to Snow's arms and legs like ropes. They tore Snow's grip away from Serah, and more aura-ropes snapped around Serah. "SERAH!" Snow screamed, wrenching and fighting against his restrainers. The aura snaked around his neck, preventing Snow from even lifing his head. "Serah... Serah!" He couldn't see her anymore. What the fuck was going on?
Snow gasped when searing white pain bit his left arm. He clenched his teeth and cursed between them. The machine and everything else was melting away. No... Serah... where was Serah... Snow tried pulling away, but his body slackened. "Ser..."
Millions of pictures flashed through Snow's mind within seconds, so fast that he could hardly tell what any one was. Then he couldn't think at all. Everything became still.
* * *
"Now
that's a sunset," Nora sighed, shifting to lean back on her elbows. She patted the other towel laid out next to her. If she'd sat any closer to the water, she would have been soaked by now. She tilted her head back. "Hope, come join me."
Hope stood a few feet behind Nora, mopping his face with a towel. "I kinda want to head back to the hotel. We can watch the sunset from there."
Nora sighed, more dramatically this time. "But it's so gorgeous here-- look at all those colours on the water. Can't see that from our hotel room."
"Mom," Hope groaned, "you pushed me in the
ocean. I'm wet." He tugged at his shirt that clung to his skin. His shoes squished and bubbled every time Hope took a step or shifted weight to the other foot.
"But the water was so nice," Nora laughed. "Not my fault you refused to change into your bathing suit."
"
Mom."
"What?"
Hope huffed, plunking himself down next to his mother. They were silent for a moment.
"Too bad your father didn't make it."
Hope rolled his eyes, crossing his arms over his stomach. "I don't really care. I--" Hope looked at his mom. "I think I like it better without him here, just you and me."
Nora gave a sad smile. She placed a palm on Hope's forehead, pushing his bangs from his eyes. "I still say you should get a haircut," she teased, "look at these bangs, covering up your handsome face."
Hope shook his head like a dog, leaning back so his mom couldn't reach his forehead. He smoothed his bangs back over his face. Nora laughed. "Touchy about our hair, are we?" Hope bit the inside of his cheeks and looked away. His face felt hot.
"I wanna head back to the hotel."
"Hm? Yeah, alright."