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A WAR I DID NOT START & COULD NOT END

Author: TrainHeartnetXIII
Status: Complete
Genre: Adventure, Romance
Rated: M
Pairing: Creed/Train

Summary:

Train finally gets the chance to fight Creed, yet this time around Train doesn't come out victorious. What happens when Train is kidnapped by Creed, and taken into a world he's tried so hard to destroy, finding himself deeper in it's mysteries than before.

Perview :

"I wanted to create it with you, Train," His voice floated in the empty space between us, the dust rising in the thin air.

I felt the crumbled wall behind me, the pointed rocks digging into my torn and bruised back, making me flinch with each breath. I couldn't move, my body felt as though it were paralyzed with pain and nothing more.

I wasn't afraid to die, I never had been-something Chronos had torn out of me after years of training. In the end it was Creed's final intention to take my life, to end all of this because if he couldn't have me, no one could. In the end my final intention was to leave him alive-to change him, and maybe even make him a sweeper just like me.

I choked as I breathed in, the blood rising in my lungs as it dripped off my skin. I opened my eyes slowly to the world around me, the small effort hurting more than I thought it ever could.

My mind jerked back into reality as I heard Creed's footsteps coming closer. The soles of his shoes crunched on the rubble my impact with the roof had caused. His breathing was rushed, almost excited as he approached me, but something about his slow steps made me wonder what exactly he was feeling.

I wanted to raise my head, to see his face before he did whatever it was he had in mind, but my neck screamed out in pain as I tried, and I gave up and let my head fall again.

"You try too hard, Train." Creed's voice broken the eerie silence.

I could see the toes of his shoes now that he had come close enough, but far enough to give me some air. His slender fingers hooked under my chin and he slowly pulled my face up so that our eyes met.

"This hurts more than you realize, Train," He half whispered as he looked into my eyes, his other hand gently caressing my bleeding cheekbone. "I wanted to create the perfect Eden with you, where I would be God and you would be by my side."

I choked again as I took in a quick breath, my neck now pulled at an angle that made it hard to breathe. I studied his eyes for several seconds, seeing the genuine pain in them, but also the insane hatred he had been harboring for what felt like years.

I wanted to say something-to snap at him, tell him he was insane, but all the energy I had left in me was the only thing keeping me alive-the only thing urging my heart to keep pumping and my brain to keep functioning.

"I'd rather have you with me, than buried beneath the earth," He said, his voice full of concern as his hand ran up into my hair. "But if I have no choice-if that witch's curse is still on you," at this his grip on my chin tightened painfully, making me jerk and utter a pitiful sound from somewhere in my throat. "If I have no choice…"

He trailed off as he stepped closer, his grip on my chin loosening as he pulled my face up further.

"It hurts me to see you like this," He smiled weakly as he knelt down to my height, the strangely grotesque arm the nanotechnology had given him suddenly fading back into his body and leaving him as the ordinary Creed I had once been partners with in Chronos. "Maybe I'll give you another try, if you think it'd be worth it?"

I only glared back at him, my body too weak to do anything else as he held my chin firmly in his grip.

"I think I just might," He smiled to himself before leaning forward and pressing his lips against mine.

I jerked at the unwelcome feeling, my grip on Hades tightening as I pushed myself back into the broken roof behind me. He only pushed forward, his grip on my chin tightening and his other hand sliding to the back of my neck and pulling me against him.

I felt my body slide away from the roof and into his arms, the strength I had once had barely there as I tried to push away. When he finally pulled away he rested my head on his shoulder, his fingers running through my hair as if I belonged there-as if I wanted to be there.

"Creed," I choked out, barely able to breathe as blood continued to leak into my lungs.

"Sh," He whispered in my ear as he held me against his chest, his other hand running up and down my wounded back. "Just let your body heal itself."

"Creed," I choked out again, refusing to obey him. "Creed-let me go."

He laughed from somewhere in his chest, a bitter and almost angry laugh, but his hold on me never wavered.

Link: www.fanfiction.net/s/2869629/1/A-War-I-Did-Not-Start-Could-Not-End

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AMANTES SUNT AMENTES

Author: Godell
Status: Complete
Genre: Drama, Romance
Rated: M
Pairing: Creed/Train

Summary:

Partners and lovers. Obsession and near-submission. Pleasure and pain. They were beyond the world's comprehension, but then lovers can be lunatics. This is the tale of Train and Creed before the fall.

Perview : 

Creed walked quietly to the room where the newest recruits for Chronos were waiting.

He wondered which one of the fifty would be the best suited to be his partner. Having no idea how old they were, his estimate was at that most were in their late teens, like him.

Creed sighed and gazed briefly out the tall window next to him. The world was still corrupt, no matter how many people he killed for Chronos. It was disappointing. No, perhaps it was heartbreaking. He couldn't decide.

Oh well. There's more important things to worry about right now…like which one of these new recruits will actually take a shine to me. Creed snickered and twirled the blood-red rose he held in his hand. Not that that's ever been a problem before.

Creed had so far been through four partners, three of whom had suffered from unfortunate accidents, the fourth was slowly growing very boring.

Shaking his head he reached the large ornate doors, where the fifty recruits were waiting. Creed placed his rose in between his teeth, adjusted his white coat, and grinned.

Show time.

With that, Creed pushed the doors open, making sure to look as dashing as possible in the process while having to exert himself a bit—Chronos had a habit of making certain doors ridiculously heavy, unweildly.

Link: www.fanfiction.net/s/4740358/1/Amantes-sunt-Amentes