~Disclaimer: Nope. Don't own them. Don't own any of them. Well, actually, I own the three evil killing machines, but no one cares about them, anyway. This is my first So Weird ficcy, so please review! Constructive criticism is very welcome….Although compliments are fine, too. ^_~ With that out of the way, enjoy!~
Dark Side of Light
Prologue
"No…no…" Fi mumbled in her sleep, jerking rather violently and sending the covers flying from her body. "Stop…."
Fi was trapped, helpless, frozen in place. She couldn't move, she could only watch as first Annie, then Jack, Carey, and finally Clu were pulled from her side and towards a large, empty room. Two figures waited there, wings sprouting from their backs and scythes in their hands. Shadows fell across them, making it impossible to see any features, even if they were male or female. A soft, sad voice gently sang a tuneless song in the distance.
"If only, if only, all the people cry
We could be up there, up in the sky
While the angels watch above, homesick and lonely
They plead with the mooooon….
If only, if only."
Fi couldn't tell who the voice was coming from, but it wouldn't stop. The words didn't seem all that interesting, but it was the tone of the song itself that was almost frightening. As if the singer had seen all the sorrows of the world and simply didn't care anymore. As the song was repeated, one of the figures moved towards Annie. Fi felt a deep, forbidding sense of dread. She struggled to run, to shout, to get them to move, but she couldn't. The others didn't seem to realize their danger; they were talking, laughing, teasing…..And then, the figure swung its scythe and Annie was gone. Just gone. Once more, there was no reaction, no pause in the talking. Fi watched as, one by one, the figures hurled their scythes and her friends disappeared…….
Fi bolted up, one hand pressed tight against her mouth in an instinct to prevent herself from screaming. When she had calmed down, she pulled her hand from her mouth and took deep, slow breaths.
"It was just a dream. It was just a dream." She told herself, trying to refrain from jumping up and running to her mother's room.
Knowing she wasn't going to get anymore sleep, she leaned over to flick on the light and paused. The ring on her thumb, the one she had gotten back from Annie when she moved back in, was glowing a steady green. She moved it before her, deep brown eyes staring at it. Very slowly, the glow faded, and the ring returned to normal. Fi's eyes darted towards the clock, checking the time. It was 1:13 exactly.
"Well, at least it isn't midnight." Fi murmured, glancing back down at the ring.
She could hear her brother mumble slightly in the next room, and Annie, who was sharing Fi's hotel room, rolled over and muttered, "Turn off the light…"
Guiltily, Fi switched off the lamp. She had forgotten her friend was sharing the room with her. She pulled the covers back over her and lay down, staring up at the ceiling. She took another deep breath, then closed her eyes and began to concentrate on going to sleep. A deep, /dreamless/ sleep.
~*~
A tall man, who looked to be in his early thirties, stood before a small screen, which showed Fi on it. His skin was the color of old gold, dark and dusty yellow. His eyes were a sharp lavender, with fiery orange pupils. Straw-like blond hair rested atop his head, falling in tangles to his broad shoulders. He wore a long, emerald green cloak, closed around him so it showed no other clothing. "So…it seems she has the gift after all…." He murmured. His voice was deep and rough, full of wisdom and hidden suffering.
"Is that bad, Master?" A slightly younger female stepped out of the shadows. Her face was hidden by the hood of her blood red cloak, but cold blue eyes could be seen set in dark skin, rather the color of sunbaked dirt. Large, black, bat-like wings sprouted from her back, and a red scythe was held in her left hand.
"It makes no difference…" The man replied.
"Then, we can continue on with the plan?" Another female, slightly smaller, came to stand beside the first. Her cloak was an ebony black, and flashing emerald green eyes, containing no mercy or compassion, stared out from almost sickly pale skin. The same bat wings grew from between her shoulder blades, but her scythe was black and carried with her right hand.
"Yes. This has gone on far enough. This…..problem must be taken care of." The blonde man smiled cruelly, showing fanged teeth.
The two women smiled as well, no less wickedly than their Master.
"Good. It has been far too long since I have shed blood." The smaller one said softly.
"You won't have to wait much longer. I want them dealt with. Immediately."
The two women bowed, then vanished, their reply floating on the wind. "Yes, Master."
He turned, smiling, back towards the screen. "You have caused me much trouble, Fiona Phillips…But soon, you will not matter any longer."
~By the way, the poem in this chapter is the one in Holes, with the words twisted to suit my liking. Just in case the author of Holes ever reads my fic and decides to complain.~
Dark Side of Light
Prologue
"No…no…" Fi mumbled in her sleep, jerking rather violently and sending the covers flying from her body. "Stop…."
Fi was trapped, helpless, frozen in place. She couldn't move, she could only watch as first Annie, then Jack, Carey, and finally Clu were pulled from her side and towards a large, empty room. Two figures waited there, wings sprouting from their backs and scythes in their hands. Shadows fell across them, making it impossible to see any features, even if they were male or female. A soft, sad voice gently sang a tuneless song in the distance.
"If only, if only, all the people cry
We could be up there, up in the sky
While the angels watch above, homesick and lonely
They plead with the mooooon….
If only, if only."
Fi couldn't tell who the voice was coming from, but it wouldn't stop. The words didn't seem all that interesting, but it was the tone of the song itself that was almost frightening. As if the singer had seen all the sorrows of the world and simply didn't care anymore. As the song was repeated, one of the figures moved towards Annie. Fi felt a deep, forbidding sense of dread. She struggled to run, to shout, to get them to move, but she couldn't. The others didn't seem to realize their danger; they were talking, laughing, teasing…..And then, the figure swung its scythe and Annie was gone. Just gone. Once more, there was no reaction, no pause in the talking. Fi watched as, one by one, the figures hurled their scythes and her friends disappeared…….
Fi bolted up, one hand pressed tight against her mouth in an instinct to prevent herself from screaming. When she had calmed down, she pulled her hand from her mouth and took deep, slow breaths.
"It was just a dream. It was just a dream." She told herself, trying to refrain from jumping up and running to her mother's room.
Knowing she wasn't going to get anymore sleep, she leaned over to flick on the light and paused. The ring on her thumb, the one she had gotten back from Annie when she moved back in, was glowing a steady green. She moved it before her, deep brown eyes staring at it. Very slowly, the glow faded, and the ring returned to normal. Fi's eyes darted towards the clock, checking the time. It was 1:13 exactly.
"Well, at least it isn't midnight." Fi murmured, glancing back down at the ring.
She could hear her brother mumble slightly in the next room, and Annie, who was sharing Fi's hotel room, rolled over and muttered, "Turn off the light…"
Guiltily, Fi switched off the lamp. She had forgotten her friend was sharing the room with her. She pulled the covers back over her and lay down, staring up at the ceiling. She took another deep breath, then closed her eyes and began to concentrate on going to sleep. A deep, /dreamless/ sleep.
~*~
A tall man, who looked to be in his early thirties, stood before a small screen, which showed Fi on it. His skin was the color of old gold, dark and dusty yellow. His eyes were a sharp lavender, with fiery orange pupils. Straw-like blond hair rested atop his head, falling in tangles to his broad shoulders. He wore a long, emerald green cloak, closed around him so it showed no other clothing. "So…it seems she has the gift after all…." He murmured. His voice was deep and rough, full of wisdom and hidden suffering.
"Is that bad, Master?" A slightly younger female stepped out of the shadows. Her face was hidden by the hood of her blood red cloak, but cold blue eyes could be seen set in dark skin, rather the color of sunbaked dirt. Large, black, bat-like wings sprouted from her back, and a red scythe was held in her left hand.
"It makes no difference…" The man replied.
"Then, we can continue on with the plan?" Another female, slightly smaller, came to stand beside the first. Her cloak was an ebony black, and flashing emerald green eyes, containing no mercy or compassion, stared out from almost sickly pale skin. The same bat wings grew from between her shoulder blades, but her scythe was black and carried with her right hand.
"Yes. This has gone on far enough. This…..problem must be taken care of." The blonde man smiled cruelly, showing fanged teeth.
The two women smiled as well, no less wickedly than their Master.
"Good. It has been far too long since I have shed blood." The smaller one said softly.
"You won't have to wait much longer. I want them dealt with. Immediately."
The two women bowed, then vanished, their reply floating on the wind. "Yes, Master."
He turned, smiling, back towards the screen. "You have caused me much trouble, Fiona Phillips…But soon, you will not matter any longer."
~By the way, the poem in this chapter is the one in Holes, with the words twisted to suit my liking. Just in case the author of Holes ever reads my fic and decides to complain.~