Lumi: I don't own Mortal Instruments.
When you start to read you might be wondering WTF? but it will make sense later. Yeah, it might not seem to have anything to do with Mortal Instruments, but again, it will make sense later! So yeah...anyway, pleez review...:)
She was alone again.
The darkness surrounded her, engulfing her in its grasp. It was the same every time, always the same awful pain that clutched at her, always the same pressure in the air that choked the breath from her lungs. She collapsed, letting out a whimper, knowing what came next.
Visions and memories flooded through her head, memories that were not entirely hers.
A man and a woman, screaming. A bird, falling, falling from the sky. The whispers of a dying girl. The sounds of gunfire. So much screaming, so much noise.
"Stop." She sobbed, pleaded. Her voice shook. "Please, stop."
But as She watched, their faces melded into one twisted mural of smiles and teeth leering down at her as their emaciated limbs reached for her face.
Their voices chimed as one.
"You will save us."
"No, no. Stop."
"Kayza, the one who will end it all…
We need it from you...for all of us."
"Stop!" she screamed, clutching her head.
"Your time will come…Kayza." the voices, unrelenting, took on a harsher tone. "Do not betray us…"
More whispers. "Kayza. Kayza." "Kayza, we were waiting for so long…" "Kayza, Kayza, Kayza."
"Don't go yet, Kayza."
Her head swam as she stifled yet another cry, knowing that no one could hear.
"We need a sacrifice, Kayza. You are that sacrifice."
Kayza, for all of us, Kayza.
Their pleas became increasingly menacing and desperate, until she could no longer hear their words at all, only her name, over and over.
But one voice drowned the others out.
"My dear child, you should have listened to me."
She turned, at the melodic sound of her voice, and saw her face, so beautiful, yet so terrible, and found herself wishing she had.
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Kayza awoke screaming. Covered in sweat with her heart still pounding, she gulped for air. She paused, face scrunched up in deep thought as she tried to relive the visions while shutting out what happened after, the warped faces, the voices….no. She shuddered. The visions, focus on the visions. That girl…. no, impossible…
"Another nightmare?"
There was a gentle smirk in his voice. Startled, she turned head head to face him.
"Elysias is dead."
He inhaled sharply in disbelief. There was a heavy silence as they both struggled to comprehend the weight of her statement.
"Damn it. The council really is falling apart. How could…?"
"She was killed. Murdered." her tone sounded dead, flat, even to her ears.
His footsteps resonated on the ground as he walked closer. Only when he laid a hand on her shoulder did she realize she was shaking.
Belamor. He was a mess of skinny limbs and dark humor, but he was useful. And charming too, she admitted.
"We need to see Magnus. In New York" she decided with finality.
He shifted in surprise.
"Why?" He sounded so genuinely puzzled, that not for the first time, she wished she could have seen his expression. But those cursed dreams were the only sight she had.
"Idiot, this involves all of us. The messages are getting stronger, more insistent. We can't stop this forever. As an Authority, I –"
"I know, Kayza" he sighed in frustration. "We'll leave tomorrow."
She laid a hand on his cheek and smiled inwardly at his response.
"Kayza? Wha- OW!" he exclaimed as she struck him across the face.
She feigned seriousness and proclaimed "You are a criminal, Belamor. A defector, and you will show me the proper respect. Never forget that."
"Yes, Ma'am." he replied, with barely concealed laughter.