Lithium
Arya let out one last sigh, and gently closed the giant book before her on the oak table. Casting her eyes to the few rays of light that the stained glass allowed in this little library made the girl think, think of the freedom that lay awaiting her return just right of her grasp. Instead of the infinite hell of books, she knew if she stood and made a move for the door, the floor would grow, it always did.
As always the same baring, ice cold returned to her, raising ever hair on the back of her neck. The magic residing in her bubbled to the surface, trying to surface, trying to convince her to run, she never did.
Once more she rose to meet the creeping darkness, silently moving towards her like a wave, creeping over the bookcases, turning them black, turning the same ashen blue to a dark coal black, like his heart, the one who was coming for her.
Flee.
That's all she knew to do, it wouldn't help, she knew it wouldn't, yet Arya started for the giant staircase, darting at it, the darkness now lapping at the bottom of the stairs. Make it to the hidden door, you know its there….Something in her mind screamed that…somewhere she knew she could be free.
Don't look back, her mind screamed, but against her will her head turned back to look at the darkness, it was so close she could almost feel its chill coating her.
Reaching the top of the staircase, she made her way to the bookcase, but he stood there waiting for her. Spinning on her heel Arya turned back towards the staircase, ready to challenge the darkness then the horrid monster before her. It was invain, the darkness thick coated the entire room but the small circular perimeter holding her, and her attacker.
Turning to him, her eyes meet the cold, heartless eyes. Almost amused his yellow cat like eyes followed her, "Arya….no more running now.." Ansem whispered harshly his hand brushing over his shoulder and gripping it.
Her eyes flared open, and now before her was catlike yellow eyes, but it was just that of Sheno, "Arya?" She whispered softly to her mother, worry crossing her face, "You seemed so…out of it…"
Arya didn't register what she said, it was the same day dream, the same hellish nightmare, every day, every night, controlling her, ruling her.
Ansem ruled her, and even out of his grasp, she would never be free.