Silent Laughter.
I stared at Leo in disbelief. "Your what?" I breathed, shocked and trying to ignore the small voice from inside. I told you so it screamed.
"Look," he said with determination, "I know you don't want me too but I can help so many if I go. I want to make a difference here. This is the only way I do it."
Leo was stubborn, and my parents were weak. He would get his way, and go to the war. Then I would have no one. Turning, I ran from the room. And out the door. Running down the street, I ignored the people I bumped into and winced as I heard the whiny voice of the schoolteacher curse at me;
"You are a troublemaker, mark my words," she shouted in exasperation as I turned to apologise. "You will never amount to anything!" With her cruel and likely truthful words ringing in my head I was off again, sprinting recklessly, trying to outrun my own thoughts.
I stopped suddenly and though I hadn't paid any attention to my desperate steps I didn't need to look up to know where I was. I walked up the steps to Jason's front porch and I listened to dully to the screaming and shouting from inside.
It was another party. Stupid of him, with the Watchers so close, but he had never been careful. As I avoided the worn steps which would wiggle and twist underfoot, I looked at the yard with a grim smile. It reflected Jason's life style and him as well. It was overgrown and messy, it had a relaxed look to it, having come from years of no care and the only things which grew in it were weeds, bad things. A bad seed.
I grinned at my mothers term for Jason, as I stepped into the threshold. The house may have been worn down on the outside but it was expertly cared for on the inside. Jason's mother had instilled the desire for order when he was small. His mother had instilled many other tendencies in Jason as well.
The door had been open but that was the most inviting thing about the oversized, over cleaned house. Inside Jason's party was just beginning , though it was very late. Seeing me, a Crustacean demon roared and scuttled over, Where have you been all my life lovely?" He asked in a sleazy voice. I smiled innocently and leaned over to the creature whose head was only a foot from the floor.
"If you could get up the stairs, you fat assed, slimly creep, I would fuck you in a second. I'm sure that's how long it would take you to reach your end anyway." I kept my falsely bright smile on as I continued past the shocked and angered demon. He was really only an oversized crab. And his powers were laughable.
Squeezing past the guests I kept my back to the rejected demon and prayed he would respond to my onslaught of insults, by this time the rest of party had recognized me and were parting for me. Realizing the crustacean did not have the courage to stand up to what he must have viewed as an unknown demon, I whirled on the next nearest person\demon. Ferleep fell over in fear as I closed in on him.
"Puh -please," he mumbled softly, "duh-don't." I gave him a malicious grin, cricking my neck as I felt the familiar power wash through me. Why the hell had I ever given this up?
"Been after those little girls again have you Ferleep?" I asked knowingly. Remember what I said I would have to do if I caught you doing that? At this point the fear was just too much for the poor little slime ball and he made a run for it. With a whispered word he fell like a sack of potatoes mid stride. The crowd gasped in horror and edged farther away from me. I was in my element again. Turning with vicious intent to the murmuring rabble, I bumped right into Jason.
"Come with me," he ordered and, taking my hand, he swiftly lead me out of the crowd. Hearing the mass sigh in relief I couldn't help turning back one last time and reaching out my hand to cast a spell. I laughed at their cowardly retreat. Some even ran from the house.
"What were you thinking?" Demanded Jason as he dragged me into a darker room and slammed the door. "You-we agreed you would not come back here!"
"Yah I was thinking about that," I replied softly, wrapping my arms around his neck and looking up at him through half closed eyes. "I want to come back." Before he could protest I was kissing him passionately. The irony of my actions was not lost on me; this was the exact way he had pulled me into this world in the first place. To my surprise, after a minute, he pushed me away.
"We have company," he muttered. I turned, alert, to find the room empty, waving an irritated hand I saw three figures appear before me. I intook breath sharply, he was here flanked by two others.
"Ahh, my dear, your power had grown," came his voice, like a black panther, beautiful and dangerous, oh so dangerous. "My minions were forced to appear with your small gesture, your majik is too strong for them. I of course just choose to look upon your beautiful face." I feigned boredom, while hiding shaking hands behind my back. Slouching, as I looked casually back at him. Not trusting a voice that was sure to be shaky, I tried to look like I simply did not deign to answer this.
Still acting, I perked up as I felt something in the corner of the room. "Come out why don't you?" I asked in as dangerous a voice as I could muster, "don't you know its wrong to eavesdrop?" Balthezar's image shimmered then appeared more solidly in front of me.
"Do not taunt those who may destroy you on a whim," snarled he, striding up to me and looking down dangerously into my eyes. I laughed away his warning.
"Do not let your eyes deceive you small one," said the one whose face dominated my nightmares, "this one has power. More then you or indeed your small plaything over there." I turned in surprise, I had nearly forgotten Jason's presence. He was bristling.
"Plaything?" he roared, "I will show you what there is to fear!" Calmly Balthezar strode over and pulled back Jason from attacking his smirking face. Unable to help myself I stepped behind the demon.
"Cole?" I asked Balthezar in a soft voice, using his human name for emphasis. His answer made my skin crawl, and my blood turned cold with fear as he replied just as urgently,
"Run, run fast, for he means to make you his tonight." Unfortunately for all present he has very good hearing. As I turned to run out the door, my former swagger gone he appeared in front of me. There was a scream, and it was a moment before I knew the screamer was me. The sound of my own fear had become foreign to me. In an instant both Cole and Jason were in between me and Him but they were of no consequence. Cole liked me I knew, enough to try his best to save my life and Jason would fight until he died, but neither of them would do a thing to harm this creature.
If it happened to be my last act, I did not want what I did now be to let two of my friends die. Rueing the day I met him, I pushed past my two would be defenders and faced him with as much bravery as is possible to have when facing your own eternal torture.
"Ah, most excellent!" he cried in delight, "I knew you would come around my darling. You are ever so predictable. But perhaps we should kill these two any way? What think you?" Not wasting a second, Jason shoved past Cole and dove at him. With a laugh he held up a hand to deflect Jason's attack.
"Silly child," he breathed, "did you think I would not get her in the end?" With a hand he reached out to kill Jason, but hesitated as I held my breath. My fear was taking over my thinking now, and a million different plans entered my head, before I was forced to dismiss each, for they all boiled down to running away and wherever I went he would find me.
"No I think that you must live out this pain." He was talking to Jason, going to spare his life! "The knowledge that I will have her for all of time and it. Was. All. Your. Fault. This should be more pain then any of my tortures." With a terrible laugh he grabbed me and we left. It was unlike blinking, or orbing as the wretched white lighters were wont to do. It was nothing similar to shimmering or flashing, we were simply in one place one time and not there the next.
As the world came back into focus I blinked and let my eyes adjust to the dark, I stood on what seemed to be a podium and beneath there were rows upon rows of slaves toiling, wearily with what seemed to by pick and axes. This was my horrifying future? Slave labour? Looking closer I saw men and demons walking up and down the rows with whips and long pieces of metal. Suddenly one of the crouched over slaves stood bolt up.
"I found one," he cried with happiness, "I got one I'm free." Immediately chaos broke out as everyone on the floor scrambled for the piece. One of the guards lifted his bar of metal and a shock went through all the chains which were wrapped around the captives arms and necks. Each of them stopped chasing the man who still grasped a piece of something in his hand.
I watched in grim fascination, almost forgetting about my present company, as I leaned farther trying to see what would happen next, needing to know what the fate of the man would be. But I was pulled back by a strong arm and I looked up into the face of horror. I was going to adjust myself to this new fate with a grim determination and be able to handle it. At least that was what I was trying to tell myself. In reality, my body shook with horror and fear. I twisted out of his grasp, and stared up malevolently at my captor. Suddenly there was a shimmer in the air behind me and Cole appeared. My captor let out a roar.
"You fool!" He crowed, with anger in his voice, "do not throw away your life, if I wish it you may yet live, despite your... shall we say, questionable behaviour." He had regained his composure but was now glowering at Cole. To his credit Cole, did not quail under his glare but replied calmly,
"Do not under estimate me, you told the child yourself to fear me, you should learn to heed your own advice." This time he did not loose his smile for a minute. Cole had surprised him at first, but as a rule he never showed a face that was not this smile, this never ending cruel and false brightness. I shuddered involuntarily. Immediately he turned and gave a look of feigned worry,
"Oh, but my poor one is cold," he said and turned his back completely to Cole. With a wave of his perfectly sculptured hand I was wearing a cloak. For some reason this enraged Cole and he jumped at the demon I was to spend the rest of my life with. Actually I realized suddenly, the thought of what awaited me in eternity did not scare me anymore. In fact it was a slightly pleasant idea, who wouldn't want to live in such luxury as I was surely going to?
As if there were things that could be that bad! Now fear seemed to be only distant memory. So distant I was beginning to wonder if I had made up the whole thing. Certainly I always lived in this place? Without warning something stirred in my heart. I ignored the feeling for it spoke of pain. Pain was a thing such as fear, simply a creature of my imagination. It came to me that I was now fully happy. But not at all cold. So I threw off the cloak.
Suddenly I was drawn out of my thoughts by a cry of pain. Cole was writhing on the ground, next to him and there was a smile on his face. A genuine smile of pure pleasure. I snapped out of my joyous thoughts at once as I realized two things. One, that I had been wearing the cloak of Aaenippah and Two; that Cole was under the influence of the Agony spell.
Not having any magik which came in the realm of what he could do, I ignored the sinking feeling which attacked my senses as I realized, everything was not ok and this was still very bad. Then I jumped on his back. He had apparently not been expecting so physical an attack for it surprised him into losing his concentration and Cole was let go. With the last of his strength Cole looked at me grimly and shimmered out, a promise of return on his lips.
With a cry of fury he flung me into the wall. I stood up quickly and squared my shoulders for a fight. I would not spend my life in his service, I would fight him now and die trying. This gave me new hope, until I looked into his eyes. He was laughing at me. His mouth and face were impassionate but he was gaffawing at me in his eyes.
He would not fight me, I wouldn't die. Maybe not ever. Suddenly the sinking feeling from before was back. He had me. I would never see, my parents, Jason or Leo- until then I had forgotten about Leo. The pain of his fate overwhelmed me and I crumpled unable to deal with all that had been forced unto me. Sobbing, I screamed my hate out at him. But he still stood there laughing, without making a sound.
A/N; Reviews are always appreciated but I can't fix it if you don't send to the flamers. 'Sides they are so much fun to read!
I stared at Leo in disbelief. "Your what?" I breathed, shocked and trying to ignore the small voice from inside. I told you so it screamed.
"Look," he said with determination, "I know you don't want me too but I can help so many if I go. I want to make a difference here. This is the only way I do it."
Leo was stubborn, and my parents were weak. He would get his way, and go to the war. Then I would have no one. Turning, I ran from the room. And out the door. Running down the street, I ignored the people I bumped into and winced as I heard the whiny voice of the schoolteacher curse at me;
"You are a troublemaker, mark my words," she shouted in exasperation as I turned to apologise. "You will never amount to anything!" With her cruel and likely truthful words ringing in my head I was off again, sprinting recklessly, trying to outrun my own thoughts.
I stopped suddenly and though I hadn't paid any attention to my desperate steps I didn't need to look up to know where I was. I walked up the steps to Jason's front porch and I listened to dully to the screaming and shouting from inside.
It was another party. Stupid of him, with the Watchers so close, but he had never been careful. As I avoided the worn steps which would wiggle and twist underfoot, I looked at the yard with a grim smile. It reflected Jason's life style and him as well. It was overgrown and messy, it had a relaxed look to it, having come from years of no care and the only things which grew in it were weeds, bad things. A bad seed.
I grinned at my mothers term for Jason, as I stepped into the threshold. The house may have been worn down on the outside but it was expertly cared for on the inside. Jason's mother had instilled the desire for order when he was small. His mother had instilled many other tendencies in Jason as well.
The door had been open but that was the most inviting thing about the oversized, over cleaned house. Inside Jason's party was just beginning , though it was very late. Seeing me, a Crustacean demon roared and scuttled over, Where have you been all my life lovely?" He asked in a sleazy voice. I smiled innocently and leaned over to the creature whose head was only a foot from the floor.
"If you could get up the stairs, you fat assed, slimly creep, I would fuck you in a second. I'm sure that's how long it would take you to reach your end anyway." I kept my falsely bright smile on as I continued past the shocked and angered demon. He was really only an oversized crab. And his powers were laughable.
Squeezing past the guests I kept my back to the rejected demon and prayed he would respond to my onslaught of insults, by this time the rest of party had recognized me and were parting for me. Realizing the crustacean did not have the courage to stand up to what he must have viewed as an unknown demon, I whirled on the next nearest person\demon. Ferleep fell over in fear as I closed in on him.
"Puh -please," he mumbled softly, "duh-don't." I gave him a malicious grin, cricking my neck as I felt the familiar power wash through me. Why the hell had I ever given this up?
"Been after those little girls again have you Ferleep?" I asked knowingly. Remember what I said I would have to do if I caught you doing that? At this point the fear was just too much for the poor little slime ball and he made a run for it. With a whispered word he fell like a sack of potatoes mid stride. The crowd gasped in horror and edged farther away from me. I was in my element again. Turning with vicious intent to the murmuring rabble, I bumped right into Jason.
"Come with me," he ordered and, taking my hand, he swiftly lead me out of the crowd. Hearing the mass sigh in relief I couldn't help turning back one last time and reaching out my hand to cast a spell. I laughed at their cowardly retreat. Some even ran from the house.
"What were you thinking?" Demanded Jason as he dragged me into a darker room and slammed the door. "You-we agreed you would not come back here!"
"Yah I was thinking about that," I replied softly, wrapping my arms around his neck and looking up at him through half closed eyes. "I want to come back." Before he could protest I was kissing him passionately. The irony of my actions was not lost on me; this was the exact way he had pulled me into this world in the first place. To my surprise, after a minute, he pushed me away.
"We have company," he muttered. I turned, alert, to find the room empty, waving an irritated hand I saw three figures appear before me. I intook breath sharply, he was here flanked by two others.
"Ahh, my dear, your power had grown," came his voice, like a black panther, beautiful and dangerous, oh so dangerous. "My minions were forced to appear with your small gesture, your majik is too strong for them. I of course just choose to look upon your beautiful face." I feigned boredom, while hiding shaking hands behind my back. Slouching, as I looked casually back at him. Not trusting a voice that was sure to be shaky, I tried to look like I simply did not deign to answer this.
Still acting, I perked up as I felt something in the corner of the room. "Come out why don't you?" I asked in as dangerous a voice as I could muster, "don't you know its wrong to eavesdrop?" Balthezar's image shimmered then appeared more solidly in front of me.
"Do not taunt those who may destroy you on a whim," snarled he, striding up to me and looking down dangerously into my eyes. I laughed away his warning.
"Do not let your eyes deceive you small one," said the one whose face dominated my nightmares, "this one has power. More then you or indeed your small plaything over there." I turned in surprise, I had nearly forgotten Jason's presence. He was bristling.
"Plaything?" he roared, "I will show you what there is to fear!" Calmly Balthezar strode over and pulled back Jason from attacking his smirking face. Unable to help myself I stepped behind the demon.
"Cole?" I asked Balthezar in a soft voice, using his human name for emphasis. His answer made my skin crawl, and my blood turned cold with fear as he replied just as urgently,
"Run, run fast, for he means to make you his tonight." Unfortunately for all present he has very good hearing. As I turned to run out the door, my former swagger gone he appeared in front of me. There was a scream, and it was a moment before I knew the screamer was me. The sound of my own fear had become foreign to me. In an instant both Cole and Jason were in between me and Him but they were of no consequence. Cole liked me I knew, enough to try his best to save my life and Jason would fight until he died, but neither of them would do a thing to harm this creature.
If it happened to be my last act, I did not want what I did now be to let two of my friends die. Rueing the day I met him, I pushed past my two would be defenders and faced him with as much bravery as is possible to have when facing your own eternal torture.
"Ah, most excellent!" he cried in delight, "I knew you would come around my darling. You are ever so predictable. But perhaps we should kill these two any way? What think you?" Not wasting a second, Jason shoved past Cole and dove at him. With a laugh he held up a hand to deflect Jason's attack.
"Silly child," he breathed, "did you think I would not get her in the end?" With a hand he reached out to kill Jason, but hesitated as I held my breath. My fear was taking over my thinking now, and a million different plans entered my head, before I was forced to dismiss each, for they all boiled down to running away and wherever I went he would find me.
"No I think that you must live out this pain." He was talking to Jason, going to spare his life! "The knowledge that I will have her for all of time and it. Was. All. Your. Fault. This should be more pain then any of my tortures." With a terrible laugh he grabbed me and we left. It was unlike blinking, or orbing as the wretched white lighters were wont to do. It was nothing similar to shimmering or flashing, we were simply in one place one time and not there the next.
As the world came back into focus I blinked and let my eyes adjust to the dark, I stood on what seemed to be a podium and beneath there were rows upon rows of slaves toiling, wearily with what seemed to by pick and axes. This was my horrifying future? Slave labour? Looking closer I saw men and demons walking up and down the rows with whips and long pieces of metal. Suddenly one of the crouched over slaves stood bolt up.
"I found one," he cried with happiness, "I got one I'm free." Immediately chaos broke out as everyone on the floor scrambled for the piece. One of the guards lifted his bar of metal and a shock went through all the chains which were wrapped around the captives arms and necks. Each of them stopped chasing the man who still grasped a piece of something in his hand.
I watched in grim fascination, almost forgetting about my present company, as I leaned farther trying to see what would happen next, needing to know what the fate of the man would be. But I was pulled back by a strong arm and I looked up into the face of horror. I was going to adjust myself to this new fate with a grim determination and be able to handle it. At least that was what I was trying to tell myself. In reality, my body shook with horror and fear. I twisted out of his grasp, and stared up malevolently at my captor. Suddenly there was a shimmer in the air behind me and Cole appeared. My captor let out a roar.
"You fool!" He crowed, with anger in his voice, "do not throw away your life, if I wish it you may yet live, despite your... shall we say, questionable behaviour." He had regained his composure but was now glowering at Cole. To his credit Cole, did not quail under his glare but replied calmly,
"Do not under estimate me, you told the child yourself to fear me, you should learn to heed your own advice." This time he did not loose his smile for a minute. Cole had surprised him at first, but as a rule he never showed a face that was not this smile, this never ending cruel and false brightness. I shuddered involuntarily. Immediately he turned and gave a look of feigned worry,
"Oh, but my poor one is cold," he said and turned his back completely to Cole. With a wave of his perfectly sculptured hand I was wearing a cloak. For some reason this enraged Cole and he jumped at the demon I was to spend the rest of my life with. Actually I realized suddenly, the thought of what awaited me in eternity did not scare me anymore. In fact it was a slightly pleasant idea, who wouldn't want to live in such luxury as I was surely going to?
As if there were things that could be that bad! Now fear seemed to be only distant memory. So distant I was beginning to wonder if I had made up the whole thing. Certainly I always lived in this place? Without warning something stirred in my heart. I ignored the feeling for it spoke of pain. Pain was a thing such as fear, simply a creature of my imagination. It came to me that I was now fully happy. But not at all cold. So I threw off the cloak.
Suddenly I was drawn out of my thoughts by a cry of pain. Cole was writhing on the ground, next to him and there was a smile on his face. A genuine smile of pure pleasure. I snapped out of my joyous thoughts at once as I realized two things. One, that I had been wearing the cloak of Aaenippah and Two; that Cole was under the influence of the Agony spell.
Not having any magik which came in the realm of what he could do, I ignored the sinking feeling which attacked my senses as I realized, everything was not ok and this was still very bad. Then I jumped on his back. He had apparently not been expecting so physical an attack for it surprised him into losing his concentration and Cole was let go. With the last of his strength Cole looked at me grimly and shimmered out, a promise of return on his lips.
With a cry of fury he flung me into the wall. I stood up quickly and squared my shoulders for a fight. I would not spend my life in his service, I would fight him now and die trying. This gave me new hope, until I looked into his eyes. He was laughing at me. His mouth and face were impassionate but he was gaffawing at me in his eyes.
He would not fight me, I wouldn't die. Maybe not ever. Suddenly the sinking feeling from before was back. He had me. I would never see, my parents, Jason or Leo- until then I had forgotten about Leo. The pain of his fate overwhelmed me and I crumpled unable to deal with all that had been forced unto me. Sobbing, I screamed my hate out at him. But he still stood there laughing, without making a sound.
A/N; Reviews are always appreciated but I can't fix it if you don't send to the flamers. 'Sides they are so much fun to read!