An- AAAAAAAAAAAAND I am writing three stories at the same time... I really am turning into my sister... I know I'm gonna start writing this chapter then just be like "HEY, LET'S GO START WRITING THE NEW STORY!"
Um.. Sorry. Sidetracked. I'm kneeling beside my friend's bed at 11:00 at night (I know how wrong that sounds, but I just hate sitting on her bed. Don't hate on me people.). I just can't focus and I'm just like *story writing*
Sidetracking again. Here ya'll go, I am so sorry for ditching you with a cliffhanger...
***Maura***
I felt her consciousness slide into mine, battling for power, taking over my body, and I felt it turn towards Jane without my bidding. I felt my consciousness start to slip away.
"NO!" I cried, almost unconsciously. I knew I couldn't let her take over my mind and body while Jane was here. But she was so strong.. It would be so much easier to just let go and let Jane fend for herself while I was possessed. Jane could fend for herself. She was strong, and I had warned her to run. But would she listen to me? Would she run like I told her to, to save herself?
***Jane***
When Maura turned towards me, her eyes were a crimson color. What was going on here? Suddenly her eyes flickered back to their normal hazel, and a cry of "no" passed her lips. Then her eyes turned back to crimson and she stalked towards me, a mean look on her face, a menacing smirk twisting her lips.
"So," Said Maura's voice, but it couldn't be Maura's, because her voice couldn't hold that much spite, that much menace, that much hatred. "You're Maura's new toy?"
Maura was speaking, but it wasn't her? Should I answer the question?
Then I realized it was too late, I had taken too long. This person walked right up to me and grabbed me with iron-like strength.
"Do you not wish to answer me when I speak? I said, You're Maura's new toy?"
I swallowed. "I am not her toy.I am her best friend. There happens to be a difference. Now, who are you and what right do you have to do this to Maura?"
The next thing I knew, there were fingers wrapped around my neck, and my feet were not touching the floor. My back was pressed up against the wall.
"I have every right to do this to Maura. I happen to be the bad side of her, her evil if you will. I am called her Nukpana. I am a piece of her, one that will haunt her for the rest of her existence on this earth, until she dies. Then the good part of her will leave and go to the good part of the afterlife, while I'll be sent to the gates of Hell. Quite frankly, I prefer that idea to one of a perfect place."
At this point I couldn't breathe. I couldn't fight her, because all I would be doing was hurting Maura. Suddenly, I couldn't fight my instincts anymore. I started clawing viciously at the perfect hands that were currently choking the oxygen out of me. She dropped me quickly, not having expected me to fight. I pretended I wasn't actually doing what I was, and I punched her in the gut, then flipped her over onto her stomach and held her hands behind her back with bruising force.
Suddenly I realized I would leave bruises, and my grip loosened. She took advantage of it and flipped me over, clawing at me. I threw her off of me into a wall, and held her there. Then I had an idea and I kneed her in the gut. She collapsed on the floor, momentarily winded. I ran over to my bag and pulled out the various ropes I had in there. I tied her limbs to the four posts of the bed tightly so she couldn't move. When she caught her breath, she started yelling streams of curses at me from where she was bound. I leaned over her to check the knot on her right wrist, and she slammed her head up into my head. I saw spots floating in front of my eyes, and then blackness covered me.
***Maura***
I woke up to an itch just above my right eyebrow. When I went to scratch it, I couldn't move my arm. I tried my other arm. It wouldn't move either. I tried to move my legs, but everything seemed to be help fast. I opened my eyes slowly, flinching against the sun streaming in through the window, realizing that my head was pounding. Immediately I saw that my arms and legs were bound to the bed by ropes. The next thing I noticed was that Jane was on the floor, blood streaked down her face and arms. Her eyes were closed, and she was pale as death. I started yelling her name, but she didn't move. I looked for the movement of her chest, a flicker of an eyelid, anything. Then I saw she was breathing. That was when I let the blackness come over me once again.
AN- Well this is strange. I made it through the whole thing without getting distracted... Someone pinch me or something. I'm falling asleep, and it took me exactly 53 minutes to write this, but you know what, I'ma go start on my next story now because I'm drinking soda which means caffeine which means my brain is working enough to keep writing.
So look for my new story in a few hours!
Or maybe tomorrow... Tomorrow might be a better idea...
Well, keep an eye out.
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Everything is appreciated..