Two Different Worlds - (PartyRocker1013xLyraDark) [Inactive]

Zandyrr led the way to the factory that Silver had led him to yesterday. "Here we are," he announced. The factory was old and run down. Anything in there that was metal, was rusted. It certainly gave away the fact that it was old. Strangely, though, the electricity sometimes worked.
 
She laughed. She couldn't help herself. "Of course..." she said. Again, her curiosity pushed her to ask him a question. "Why?"
 
She stopped laughing and turned her head as her cheeks becamed a soft pink. "I will be alright..." she said softly.
 
Zandyrr smiled, seeing Silver blush. "Okay," he said. He walked into the entrance and realized it was just as cold as it had been when he was last here. He saw that the blood had dried and the meat had been eaten by stray animals. The only thing remaining were the broken bones. Some were stuck in between the gears. Some had fallen or rolled away from where they were, previously. They were mostly scattered. He sat in a chair in front of the control panel and closed his eyes. "What are you trying to tell me?" he thought aloud. After a few moments of silence, he repeated it, louder. "What are you trying to tell me?!" It echoed throughout the factory.
 
Silver did not heard anything and was waiting outside, lost in her toughts. She was hoping that everything was okay in there.
 
After five minutes of silence, Zandyrr just cursed aloud. "What's the point in these dreams if they mean nothing?" he thought out loud. He had said it, hearing his words echo throughout the factory. He jumped when he heard a loud bonk. He pulled his scythe out and quickly turned around to see it was only a skull that had rolled over and fell onto the control panel. The empty eyes stared at him coldly. As if to remind him how short life could be. Afterwards, he walked out of the factory empty- handed. He saw that Silver was lost in her thought. "Nothing, so far." he said.
 
After seeing the skull, Zandyrr didn't really want to push any farther for today. He had dealt with his past enough for one day. "I should wait until I certainly know what these dreams are about," he decided. He looked at Silver, who seemed timid right now. "You seem tired. Are you alright?" he asked.
 
"Yes..." she said. "I am alright... I just had some trouble sleeping recently... Even if it did not looked like..." she explained.
 
"It would be great..." she said as her eyes closed for almost five secconds. She was almost falling asleep.
 
Zandyrr chuckled when he saw Silver almost fall asleep. "Come on," he said. "Let's go back to the hotel." He led the way to the hotel, looking over at Silver occasionally to see if she had fallen asleep on him along the way.
 
Zandyrr caught Silver when she almost fell over. He chuckled at this. She was bound to fall asleep eventually. He just carried her to the hotel room the rest of the way and laid her on the bed. He sat on the bed beside her, watching her sleep. She really was cute.
 
Silver woked up, realising that she was in the hotel room. "How did I..." she stopped talking as she realised that she felt asleep on the way back there.
 
Zandyrr chuckled and smiled at her warmly. "You fell asleep on the way." He took his jacket off and just realized that Silver had most likely seen his tattoos and scars. "Oh dear, I completely forgot about these," he said, running his fingers along the scars.
 
For a second, Zandyrr was quiet. Another flashback. His pupils dilated like they had done yesterday. Men with masks on covering their faces held him down as they gently hammered a needle into his arms, tattooing them. It was painful. He blinked, jumping back to reality and smiled a bit. "Well, it's a long story. Just to shorten it, some kidnappers did this to me. They used an ink- filled needle and a tiny hammer. The scars are mostly from where I struggled. Others are just from battle," he explained.
 
Her eyes suddently filled with regret, regret from asking that question. "I am sorry... I should keep that question for me..." she said.
 
Zandyrr smiled warmly at Silver. "Don't be sorry," he insisted. "I enjoy satisfying your curiosity." He reached over and held her hand gently.
 
She blushed but this time she did not turned her head. Some locks of hair felled over her face anyways.
 
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