The girl was running.
She couldn't stop.
Around her, everything was chaos. The second dimension- once the Eden of this universe- was a fiery inferno. The flames, sparked by his hatred and anger built up from the decades, consumed everything in it's way, whether it were demons or buildings. But the most horrid thing was the sky. What was once a beautiful myriad of watercolor streaks and sparkling dimensions millions of miles away, was now a dark, decaying brown. The only color came from the ugly slashed X- as if someone had hacked their way through their dimension with butcher knife. Weirdness dripped from the X, ready to cause havoc to dwellers below.
Horrid, broken screams flooded her ears and she felt the urge to help the ones who issued them, even though she knew it was impossible...Or maybe not. Part of her wanted to join them. To give up on her knees and sob. Her lungs burned and her throat felt like it would crack if she took another smoke- filled breath. She would've screamed if her lungs weren't already dead from running so fast.
The girl clenched her eyes and raced past these things, the tears she wanted to shed still dry in her eyes. What could she do? Before, she and Bill had been equal in power and skill, but after the incident, he could (and would) kill her before she lifted a finger.
Almost there…
The cliff was now in viewing distance. It wasn't an ordinary ledge- it was the rift between the second and third dimension, the only one left open. The greatest secret the Cipher family held. It was where she'd come from, where everything started, and where everything would end. At the edge, the girl stretched out her hand and snapped her fingers. A bright, orange flame ignited. Her fingers trembled for a second, but she took a deep breath, she had to hurry, there was not time for hesistation, it was only a matter of time-
"Hahaha!" Bill laughed. "Isn't this interesting?"
The girl whirled around. The yellow triangle gave her a wave and tipped his hat. Snappy dresser. Liar monster. Seeing the black top hat caused a rush of memories to flood the girl's mind. The joy of his face when he pulled it from the poorly wrapped box, his real laugh, the one that wasn't lined with cruelty, the Bill that wasn't a sadistic monster. Get it together, stop getting distracted.His eye winked. No longer could she see the warmth and humor he'd always possessed. No, this was no longer the Bill she knew.
Bill clapped his hands and laughed once more. "This is hilarious! Didn't you think I would know your plan? Did you honestly think you could run?"
Bill disappeared in a flash, reappearing on her shoulder. "Under that cape and magic, you're still a puny human! Predictable and nothing but a worthless flashbag. If you didn't have what I want, I would've killed you long ago, Irene!" He waved his hand and a bright red light surrounded Irene, suspending her in mid-air.
"Shut it, Bill! You know I'll never do it!" Irene yelled, struggling to break free. "You've destroyed our whole dimension, you killed Mom and Dad, you murdered Will! You're insane!"
"I guess I am! I don't feel one bit bad about it either! They deserved it, doubting me like that! Boy, I really showed them, huh?" Bill crackled. He seemed to find this whole situation a joke. "C'mon, join me! Give up the hero act! You know you love the fun as much as I. Then you wouldn't have to give up your power! It'd be such a hassle and quite frankly, a shame killing you." His eye glared red for a second. "But I wouldn't hesitate to."
He held out a small, black hand, blue flames shrouding it. Irene looked at Bill with disgust. "Fuck you."
Bill's smile disappeared in mock reprimanding. He rolled his eye. "Language, little sis." With a swift motion of his hand, Irene felt herself be thrown like a ragdoll and slammed into a nearby tree. Her head exploded and stars danced across her line of vision. Ignoring the metallic blood rising in her mouth, she struggled to stand up. I'm not going to let you win…. I'm not going to lose this one….Bill's shadow loomed over her as he grew into a giant, red pyramid.
"Let's play, Iris, one more time."
