Author's Note: Yay for all the reviews! ^.^ Oh my gosh Laura I had no idea! Here's a tissue and a hug from me! I didn't know this chapter made you cry- actually, to my admittance, writing the third chapter made me sob a bit. XD
LOL, wanna hear my trick to writing sad chapters? Listen to Evanescence music while writing. Weird as it may sound, it worked for me! O_O Strange, isn't it?
4. Half a Decade Equals an Eternity of Pain
Sometimes, moments of time can pass you in the blink of an eye, and the moments of the past still wear an effect of numbness on you. The blurs of reality slowly return to you in such a way, all the while your heart remains strongly in denial to it. And no matter what, the wounding pain seems to be as bad as it was from the very first place- a permanent, undying scar.
The scarps of memories left to Kirsty Cotton, her bright soul that had it's glow the others lusted for, her innocent smile, and her eyes that became twisted through her hurtful pain. What was slowly changing her, eating her alive, with her tainted soul screaming and call for him. The very touch of when he had carressed her cheek- and what was forbidden- kissed her, there was something electric to add as though it were something of two puzzles piece meeting. That they were a part of one another, and the bond increased more through the hidden sex in the darkness.
Seemingly though, the secret consumed Kirsty, dragging her away into the lost seas of darkness. The feeling of how unfair it was only increased to Xipe's anger, which caused him for a lower patience supply and only finding more pleasure in other's pain. Growing restless at some points for someone to just open the damn Lament Box, just to bring an unleashed Hell to the sinned fool. Now proud to carry a slight smug on his face as they screamed for a mercy that wasn't to come.
The more darker side that had become of him frightened his own loyal companions, who attempted their best to keep their distance from him except when at the necessary times of someone summoning them through the Lament Box. Otherwise, there were whispers that if any Cenobite dare test his patience, then they would suffer a far worse fate. Those who opened the box, who die a constant slow death worse than ever, as the three took a surprised notice.
The man had nothing in his life. Just a low life searching for some fun. As the saying was passed- to be careful what you wish for. But then again, the Lament Box could be cruel to those who never always necessarily deserved to go to Hell, taking example to Chatterer. (The box was a birthday gift from his mother, a rare day's break of no abuse from his father for Christ's sake.)
He was screaming, on his knees as the chains pierced through his face, literally ready to tear it off as it had held on barely by limp piece of thin muscles that were long and stringy, while the rest of the exposed, bloody flesh caused him to choke on his screams. There must've been about forty or so small chains on his face already, as more and more came through to slash off more of this man to the part where his abdomen tore up like a rag doll. Organs exposed and spilling out, almost nothing left in the inside, to actually seeing the exposed lungs and heart and surprised the man was barely clinging on.
No. It rarely ever went this far. Sure, either the victim died or became a Cenobite. But even when the man was nothing more than torn meat- no longer alive their Master still went out in fury for the pain, and not like the man had even done anything that his soul truly deserved this.
When the heart came flying out, still able to beat once or twice more before shrieveling up- some of the blood splattered about, spattered dots getting on Nikoletta's skirt and one on her pale face, making her flinch ever so lightly. Admittedly, this was now getting sick- even for her and the others.
A light snarl came from Xipe, as he then finally felt no such pity to the limp body, casting it off aside as he turned to face the others to exit. Sure, they had done some of the damage, but nothing in comparison to what Hell unleashed from their Master. In one way, it seemed reasonable as though to prove why he was indeed the leader, but in another- especially for the easy sight for them to understand. There must've been an attachment or so between their Master and the Cotton girl, to have caused him to enter such a purely dark rage.
It was simple, if Kirsty's heart couldn't beat- then anyone else who opened the Box could either.
And yet this seemingly repeated pattern went on for the half decade after Kirsty's perish, the anger and wounded hurt in his dark eyes still remaining and lusting to end all other's lives.
In one way, for Xipe it was the feeling of avenging Kirsty. For how cruel the world had once been to her perhaps once or twice. It had been unfair to her to steal her mother at a young age, the awful replacement of her stepmother, how unfaithful she was anyways to her jackass of an uncle. to have them take away her father as well. And later in life have her as weak willed as she had nearly fallen by her seductive husband...while the whole world just sat back and watched in sick entertainment.
They had it all coming anyways, they opened the box. They were no innocent than the Cenobites.
Yet the familiar reality of the torturous pain of Kirsty being gone, it was what brought the infamous Prince of Pain into his own cruel pain, as though in one way the human spirits of those the Cenobites- more or less Xipe alone- had murdered were laughing somewhere at the entertainment of watching him taste his own medicine- a heavier dose than the first time of becoming a Cenobite in the very first place.
"Awe oou sad?" the chimous voice of a familiar young one spoke softly, making Xipe turn for a moment to face a young girl, no older than three with dark, wavy hair, lightly tanned skin, and dark piercing eyes. Not Kirsty's uniquely dark eyes- but they were indeed sharply piercing to him.
Hannah Cecilia Munroe. The offspring daughter of the Cenobite lovers Dreamer and Pistonhead in their former human names of Terri and his of JP Munroe. The child was unplanned for, but Dreamer cooed on and on to all the others of how she had always dreamed about a smiling little girl while in her pregnancy, which was once thought impossible for a Cenobite to concieve. The sudden remarkable news seemed to excite some, while others remained neutral to the news of it.
For Xipe, it was hard for him to even imagine the very thought of a lovely innocent created from a twisted love of not so innocent young lovers, JP having had been the more twisted one that softened to the necessary sake of being a father. Otherwise, his personality of favoring in an addction to sex and wicked humor remained when Hannah wasn't within presence. Most likely he was off so doing that now with Dreamer as Xipe stared down at their child without a response at first, as Hannah blinked her large eyes.
"Hewwo?" she giggled lightly, having noticed not much of a response came from him.
Xipe snapped back to the present moment, staring at the child and tussling some of her hair lightly as he shooed her off, nodding lightly and muttering a response that he was fine. Which was, of course, a fine lie. But it wasn't something Hannah had the ability to tell. In thought, there was a lingering curiosity as to what abilities the child may have in store as she would age, in Leviathan's theory as to of what mental powers Hannah most likely had due to her mother's unique mental abilities with predictions and dreams.
In the meanwhile, he thanked Leviathan that she was young, and didn't have the ability to tell if anyone were lying. He didn't want to explain to the child of his rage, it was...unnecessary.
Sighing, he shook his head and was left to wonder in his mind as he trailed back to unfortunate memories of Kirsty. Her very soul, the smile she had sent to him within the Channard Institute- the one he wished so dearly she had never sent him, or else he would never be within this situation. If the child had never opened the box in the first place, none of this would be as it was now. If she had just kept her mouth shut and become an average Cenobite, none of this would've happened. Never remind him and the others of their sober humanity, never sent him that haunting smile, never ask for the deal of her husband's murder for her free fate, never let her escape their grasp-
If he had never fallen in love with her, none of this would be happening.
Rubbing his temples lightly and carefully not to hit his pins, her very voice echoed within his mind of endles whispers shared by one another. Whether the ones of high mock and determination, or of the soft, sweet onces she had spoken to him and never before to her unfaithful husband.
"If you've lost all your humanity as you say- yet why be so gentle to me in touch?" she whispered breathlessly, hands intertwined as they hid alone in the shadows.
"Because child you are so precious. So fragile, and even monsters, as you view me, keep their precious jewel gentle care." he responsed, carresing her cheeks.
Love? Why even bother now when he had given off the impression of being in such dark rage he had even frightened his loyal companions that used to constantly remain by his side, now fearful to be within ten feet of him. Why admit the truth, when they both knew he had been hiding something all along. He had made it clearly evident, and was rather surprised by the reaction of something in the midst of being calm, finding it predictable (a fair teasing he had remembered once by Dreamer, when she had been pregnant with Hannah, she had grinned widely and remarked of how her child could be best friends with his and Kirsty's pretty daughter), or attempted to not speak of it once in conversation.
Another stab of pain to his heart once again, wondering what if indeed he and Kirsty had the future that was so close within his grasp. Close consorts of high power, with the imagination of young children with their faces, in terms of what humans spoke of the 'happily ever after' case. But that was indeed no longer possible, it was five years past of course.
And within those five years, he had wondered just what of had happened when he had sent Nikoletta and the others to see of what was the sudden disturbance involving Kirsty, which though was her death, wondered of what the eye witness count was from her personally. Wondering what she was going to say to him within those five years ago before he had snapped at her at the cementary...
It was long forgotten anyways most likely, and something not of great importance. She must've most likely forgotten it as well, and it was probably something of curiosity for a question or perhaps a speaking that it was a shameful loss of a human being. Either or, it just didn't plain matter anymore.
Even she and the others had unknowingly brought a small add in to the pain as well. Nikoletta and Chatterer; To be specific. Possible consorts to one another, as of how they expressed through clearly of their strong emotions to one another. The stab of pain being whenever it was just them together, the reminder and endless memories of Kirsty and him. Despite theirs being secrective, it was still a pleasure, it- it was still love.
He had witnessed them intertwine hands once, making his heart flinch at the pain as he turned away, remembering how their hands had once intertwined a long time ago...
"That dream can just fade away with your memories..." Kirsty spat, head held high.
How humorous was it? That is their precious human memories had faded away- how come he couldn't simply let these very memories of her fade away like it was some kind of impossible task.
Because it was impossible.
"Aurora sweetheart! Time to wake up!" Tiffany called out in a light chirp for her adopted daughter, whom had a habit of sleeping in for the longest of times through mornings. Shaking her head and smiling, the sun blond haired woman walked through into the pink-painted room where the small girl slept peacefully, snoozing off and surrounded by many stuffed animals won by Steve for her at the times they had gone to the fair, as Tiffany came by to her side and gently shook the girl.
Aurora immediately awoke, though slowly as she opened her eyes and yawned, sitting up and stretching her arms as she looked to her adopted mother and smiled.
"Morning mama." she sweetly cooed, as Tiffany smiled back in reply and kissed her forehead, getting off the bed and handing her small, beige colored, simple Sunday dress to wear. Aurora groaned softly, not liking having to get up early in the morning, especially on Sunday's, but she put on a wide smile for the mother she so dearly loved and raised her arms in gesture for Tiffany to pick her up as Steve entered the room.
"There are my two most favorite girls!" he grinned, kissing Tiffany on the lips before being the one to pick up Tiffany, making a small groan as he smiled to his giggling daughter.
"Aw kiddo! You're getting to be so big!" Steve gasped, surprised Aurora was getting a little heavy and not was light as she had been once, which was natural for children as they aged. Though Aurora was still delicate and small, having been born a week premature when her mother had gone into unexpected labor.
Steve carried Aurora around, placing her on his shoulders as he pretended to do what she called 'flying', as she held her arms up and pretended to be an airplane. Running about as Tiffany watched and smiled, she eventually got up and gently took Aurora off of Steve, hugging her as she approached what she hadn't realized was the mirror, ans Tiffany stopped and stared for a moment.
Aurora, now five years old, was beginning to look just like her mother, Kirsty. Dark, curly hair that was slowly becoming more and more untammable to comb straight, though it wasn't naughty. Fair skin, with rosy cheeks and dimples, and Aurora, without a doubt, had her mother's smile. Most of all, were the dark brown eyes that made Aurora almost the clear spitting image of her mother, except for some other facial features Tiffany had guessed belonged to the mother, such as the ears being a little bent forward- but just a little. It was actually rather adorable, especially when Aurora wore a hat to it as well. Overall, Aurora was certainly beautiful.
Tiffany sighed, having gazed out as she hadn't noticed her husband place a hand on her shoulder and softly called her name a few times.
"Tiff?" was what she had then heard to get her to snap her head and look at Steve, nodding in assurance she was fine. Moments like these weren't uncommon for Tiffany to zone out and gaze for a few moments, especially when it mattered to the thoughts of Aurora. The only other exception being at times when Tiffany used to scream at night from the horrible nightmares about the Channard Institute, scaring Steve awake as he frantically tried to shake her awake and held her as she sobbed.
Tiffany blinked, smiling. "I'm okay Steve." she assured in a low whisper so that Aurora wouldn't hear- but the little girl wasn't in the room. She had been changing, and presented herself proudly as she twirled her beige colored Sunday dress, which had beautiful bead pattern designs on the chest and it came down to her knees in a lace design for the bottom half of the dress.
"Sweetheart you look amazing." Steve cooed as Tiffany stared in awe abuot how her little adopted daughter was growing up so fast- having this be the first time Aurora changed her clothes on her own- and got it right- for the first time. Having turned freshly five, Aurora had always been eager to become more independent, something that was indeed a characteristic of Kirsty.
Tiffany sighed, shaking her head as she left to apply her own make-up and get ready for morning church to which she, Steve, and Aurora sometimes would attend to.
Upon arriving at the small white painted church, that was surrounded by a field of dark green grass, Tiffany clutched tighter to Aurora's hand in case if the small child became energetic to attempt to run forth into the fields and stain her dress- again.
Kirsty wasn't very fidgety, so Tiffany wondered for light humor if Aurora's father had indeed been someone energetic or if that was something she had just learned off of being. Either or, Tiffany sighed, a it exhausted mentally since she had spent all her time usually thinking about Aurora, Steve, and their family. Sometimes it could be indeed stressful, and at the moments when she had told Steve about it, he had jokingly replied about adding another child to the family.
On that subject, when she had thought about it in curiosity- she had noticed she had missed by a day. But...that could just happen naturally, and just shrugged that off for thought as she looked down to a skipping and hopping Aurora who was otherwise strangely quiet.
"What's wrong honey?" she cooed, curious as Aurora looked up strangely, as though bothered and just shrugged, tugging on her mother's dress to lean down.
"Momma...why should I care what God thinks?" the little girl asked curiously, cocking her head to one side.
Tiffany swore she felt her heart stop for a moment. What- why the hell would a five year old ever ask a question like this? Sure, they could ask what he looked like or something about Jesus but...never something like this; Especially in the tone Aurora had spoken in it.
"I...why would you ask something like that?" Tiffany stuttered, confused.
"Because I don't care." Aurora simply stated, still innocent sounding though otherwise there was no such emotion in her tone as she spoke those words.
Tiffany froze, furrowing her eyebrows and unsure of how to respond, since this was rather something an Athiest, or someone of such a dark being would say- or at least that's what her religious-obsessed mother had lectured on to her. Her mother...a person she had rarely bothered to mention. The woman was heartless and had a sick way of loving God, instead of praying she would drink. She threw Tiffany out of the house more than once, and dumped her for good at the asylum because she became horrifed and at what 'sinful' talent she had for solving puzzle boxes.
"Tiffany? Aurora? You two okay?" Steve asked, kneeling down to the sight of the two of them.
Tiffany blinked, face motionless as she stared at her daughter Aurora who remained still in that stare before hugging her mother.
"I'm sorry Momma. I wanna go home..." she muttered, as Tiffany nodded, still frozen in a blank expression and picked up the small girl, turning to head back to the car and still leaving Steve confused.
"Wha- wait! Tif, where ya going?" he asked, running to catch up with her as she stopped, closing her eyes and hanging her head low as she sighed.
"N-nothing. I- I just wanna go home." Tiffany said, as Aurora looked up to her father and nodded. Honestly, Tiffany wasn't feeling well anyways. A sick feeling arising in her stomach, and becoming too light headed to carry Aurora, as she gently let her down.
For a moment, it looked as though Tiffany were possessed, just leaving behins Steve and Aurora, almost as though relieving the sight of wandering through the empty hallways of the Channard Institute, as though instead of Aurora that had started after her mother, it was Kirsty instead as she felt more light headed- swearing the sky was falling or something of the delysional mind would see.
She collapsed on the pavement of the parking lot as Steve yelled for her and Aurora shrieked to crying as they ran to her.
And then everything went black for Tiffany.
"Wakey wakey yer fuckin' piece o' shit!" came from the gruff, low demand of a harsh man by the name of Ethan Lowell- the very man who co-owned the Angels Home for Children orphanage, or whatever the hell the name was. Ethan himself was too drunk and beyond pissed again to remember anything but yet another prostitute ripped him off.
And usually, some of the kids were his sights in taking his anger out upon when not in the public eye of curious parents looking forward for adoption. But today was a seemingly slow day, to which the cruel man grinned.
"Good morning ." chirped the voice of accented young child, as Ethan blankly stared down to the sight of little Benjamin-Elliot, a charming and amazingly kind child with dark hair and frost blue eyes full of great kindness and a good heart no matter what. The five year old boy would've normally been considered rather remarkably smart and mature for his young age- but not to Ethan. To him, the kid was an annoying as hell pest he sometime wished would simply shut the hell up- and this time the drunk was determined to get so done.
In a gruff, hasty voice he sniggered low under his breath before shoving the small boy harshly against the wall- grabing a tight hold of his near empty bottle of whiskey and determined to throw it at Ben, missing barely by inches.
Benjamin gasped, terrified for his life and biting down on his lip to contain his screams of terror. No one was going to listen to him anyways, not anymore. All the other children just cowered and hid, the other co-owner was hardly ever around, and Ethan would only take pleasure to hearing him scream. Ben was smart, having learned to keep his mouth shut and usually tried to keep as far away as possible from people like Ethan. But there was a piece of his good heart that wanted to believe that there was still goodness within people like Ethan.
But the hope was slowly fading, as in the nights alone to himself in his small, barely decent room was where Benjamin would slowly cry to himself. Afraid, and though not with much knowledge in the Christian religion or any other, prayed for a miracle or an angel to save him from this nightmarish hell hole.
Ethan just growled, whispering in a low whisper about his hatred to everything in life, muttering cuss words as well that seemed to hauntingly echo across the room and Ben's ears. Turning over, the five year old noticed the sight of the other trembling children hiding within the dark corners of their rooms in hopes that Ethan wouldn't have found them. There used to be older kids in the orphanage about a year ago, two kids that were seventeen and strong enough to defend them and even threaten to fight Ethan to his face. But when they turned eighteen that following year, legally they could no longer stay- and Ben overheard that Ethan paid them a lot of money to keep their mouths shut about everything that went on.
And a while back, there used to be a few nuns that also worked in some daily assistance for the orphanage. But when the first owner died, and Ethan and some other guy took over, all of them were fired for some reason. Or told to get out in a threat in Ben's witness, having stayed up late once and overheard the brutal argument with Ethan being most likely drunk and the other guy speaking in low but tensely calm voice. Some of them trembled at the sight of the other man, which Ben barely was able to catch a glimpse.
His memory could recall though of the other man's strawberry blond hair, shoulder-length and wavy with edges, the color of it so bright Ben pictured the image of either the sun or fire itself.
But that was then, at a fairly more peaceful time before it was all a living hell. Benjamin knew and feared horribly that he may die in the hands of Ethan because of his anger and alcoholic issues, which was one of the reasons why the small five year old cried to himself. Nevertheless though, he remained strong in his hopes and even tried to smuggle food for the even younger ones of about two or three. None of them were ever feed properly, and Ethan didn't even care.
Sighing, Ben got up and then hissed softly in a sudden burning pain that made tears spill from his eyes as he ran as fast as he could back to his room, laying down on his bed as he hoped the pain would fade. When it didn't, Ben opened his frost blue eyes to the very sight of a gash wound through his fair skin at his arm as blood tricled down and made a stain upon his bed. Ben cried even harder, he was still just a little kid. Why was this man so cruel? What did he ever do to deserve this? Why couldn't somebody please help him?
"Mommy...Daddy.." Ben whispered, eyes squeezed shut as more tears fell. He had never known them, but he was told once as a toddler by one of the nuns that everyone had a mother and father, and it made him wonder who his were and why on Earth did they even place him here.
Eventually, his sobbing tears made him sleepy and he fell asleep once again despite the trembling fear that Ethan would come marching up the stairs again and come after him and violently wake him. A small smile almost fell on the child's lips, because Ben knew he would at least have good dreams again. Despite the horrible days, Ben would always have a good dream when he went to sleep ever since he was three years old.
It was a crisp morning, chilly almost, and Benjamin felt goosebumps crawl again on his skin. It became more freezing instead of crisp as what laid ahead in his eyes was nothing more than an endless fog through a forest, the flashbacks of a woman with dark hair and eyes crying, calling his name- rather gasping it in pain while being at an unfamiliar place. Ben supposed in theory that was his mother crying and calling to him, but it was still unsure.
Glancing over to his side, he saw three figures approach through the foggy shadows, and for a moment, Ben almost felt as though he should be afraid. But one of the hooded figures, by the looks of it- a kind of petite looking woman approaching him, her soft voice calling his name.
"Benjamin do not be afraid..." the woman assured, coming forth and unveiling herself in sight as did the two others follow.
Benjamin, though remaining calm, did briefly have his eyebrows raise a bit in surprise at the sights of them. This woman, the one that called to him, was indeed beautiful. Not like the woman he figured was his mother, but she almost reminded him of that with her chocolate brown, wavy hair that except came to just at shoulder length or a little longer, cream skin, and coffee brown eyes looking kindly at him. Her rose lips smiled, and Ben, flushing, smiled back.
"See? We're not here to hurt you at all.." she assured in her voice that sometimes Ben swore it sounded as though she were singing. Glancing over to the others was an obese man with salt and pepper hair, but a gentle look in his eyes while the other was surprisingly a young child of about ten or so. Dark hair similar to Ben's own, and kindly green eyes- though something about this boy gave off to Ben that he far more smarter and mature than what his looks appeared as.
Unable to help himself, Ben threw his arms around the woman and shut his eyes, feeling them water again and for once a tingling feeling of warmth washed over him.
The woman seemed a bit surprise at how quick Ben had engulfed her in a hug, but otherwise she relaxened and replied back by rubbing his back gently and smiling.
"He- Ethan...is so mean to me...I just wanna see my Mommy and Daddy...I wanna go home." Ben muttered, burying his head deep into the woman's shoulder and crying.
She seemed to understand him completely, though Ben hadn't noticed as the woman exchanged a glance in a stare to the others, almost as though they knew something when Ben had mentioned about his mother. As though they knew who his mother was...
"I know sweetheart...we've seen it all of before. I promise you Benjamin, a swear from my heart, that Ethan is soon to get what he's deserved through all this misery he's caused to you. And the other innocent children. His sinful years and worthless life will soon end as painful as you wish child, I promise." the woman said, her voice tensing as Ben stopped sobbing and looked up with redenned eyes of tears.
"You...you can make it all go away?" he whispered as the woman nodded.
"Yes Benjamin. All the bad will go away." the woman cooed soothingly, as the others stared solemnly in silence. At the same time, she gestured through her pocket in the hood, revealing a gold pendanent that was also had a simple heart shape locket, which when opened revealed no pictures inside though.
"Take this, darling. Keep it with you and keep it safe. And to let you know; When we come we...we won't neccessarily look like as we do now-"
"But you're a beautiful angel! What else can you look like?" Ben blurted out, confused.
The woman froze for a moment, cheeks tinting to a flushing rose color of surprise; Obviously never have had that said to her before.
"Anyways...I promise you all the bad will go away, Ethan himself will be gone forever and never harm you again. I promise." the woman assured, kneeling down and holding his shoulders as Benjamin looked with sad eyes and quivered his lip a bit.
"Will I ever see you again?" he asked softly.
The woman paused, unsure of what to answer before slowly nodding.
"Y- yes. Yes you will see me again." she said, a small smile almost on her lovely lips that came forth and kissed Ben's forehead as she smiled.
She opened her mouth as though to say something else, when a bright light flashed within Ben's sight, causing him to slowly draze from this pleasent dream with the angel and her friends...feeling to open his drowsy eyes...
"Benjamin sweetheart. Are you awake now?" an unfamiliar voice inquired in a professional yet smooth voice, as Ben opened his eyes and looked around, noticing he was within a nearby hospital, possibly the local one that was not far from the orphanage.
"Wh- where am I?" he whispered, still curious as he blinked his tired eyes.
The nurse, whom had white blond hair and hazel eyes smiled, flashing bright white teeth.
"Why little one you had an accident at the orphanage. was hysterical when he carried you in here, he said that the other children saw you fall against one of the window and smash your arm. It's nothing serious, just some stitches and we even gave you a cool band-aid." the nurse winked, as Ben looked down and noticed a green band-aid with dinosaurs placed on a spot nearby the stitches that was for most likely a minor cut.
Ben then felt a slight feeling of upset, wanting to tell the truth behind the lies Ethan had said of Ben being a clumsy fool causing himself an injury through an accident when indeed that was not the story. But his heart felt a twinge of guilt, not wanting anybody to get hurt or in trouble because of him, and decided it best be left unsaid. Besides...
"I promise you Benjamin. All the bad will go away, Ethan will never harm you ever again..." the voice of the beautiful angel echoed.
The nurse left the room after asking him a couple of questions with how he felt and what hurts and what doesn't, asking if he wanted anything as he simply said no. Temptation came to the boy to smile happily, knowing that the angel was going to help him. Ethan would never hurt him again...
But when?
Nikoletta sighed, becoming frustrated and annoyed with how at certain moments she was interrupted from things she wished so badly to add in in conversation. She stared down at the now empty reflection except for herself at the 'mirror of reality', which was what granted some Cenobites the ability to enter dreams of humans when in boredom to whomever they wished, a personal gift from Leviathan to his favored son and his 'minions' when in boredom.
But this was no boredom, staring over to Butterball and a rather quiet Chatterer, as she nodded.
"We have to inform this to Master. It's been far too overdue, and this is the offspring of Kirsty Cotton. Obviously with the strong attachment he must've had to her, he must be willing to surely assist." Nikoletta stated, hands on her hips as she sighed.
Butterball nodded, without a word, as he glanced over back the mirror of reality. In deep thought over many things, his face difficult to read to the others as to what he was thinking while Nikoletta and Chatterer exchanged a glance to one another in the mixture of sympathy for the miserable child, hatred to the man who caused this, guilt and a twinge of almost regret to have to be in disguise of their human skin- the very sole reminder as to who they once were and what they were now, and a of course the added in brief romantic stare as well.
'That man will soon get every single living hell of misery my darling sweetheart. You yourself promised to Benjamin.' he assured through her telepathically.
Nikoletta nodded in agreement. Still numb from how Benjamin had called her a 'beautiful angel'. Frankly, in her thoughts she was certainly no angel- nor an angel of the Cenobites either since she carried a proud wicked grin and cold stare when torturing victims. And she hadn't thought much as to her attraction, as both human and Cenobites, still- there was a twinge remaining of the slightest color in her bone white pale cheeks that remained flushed at how kind this young Ben was.
"Xipe needs to hear of this now." she said sternly, as though a command as Butterball nodded and headed ahead, with Nikoletta about to follow when Chatterer grasped hold of her arm for a moment.
'Wait. Stay back for a moment Nikoletta.' he asked her, as she nodded.
"What is it?" she whispered curious.
'When I looked into the eyes of Benjamin, I noticed they were a frost blue. Didn't Master once have that color when human?' he began as though leading her on suspense to a point. Before Nikoletta could open her mouth to answer, Chatterer continued.
'I'm not one to enter heavy judgement, but Master was obviously in an attachment to Kirsty Cotton, whom may I remind is indeed the mother to Benjamin according to your witness. There's no way Trevor could possibly be the father- Benjamin is too kind hearted of his mother, and even has a familiar accent...' he trailed once he noticed Nikoletta gasp in realization.
"You don't suppose..." she trailed as well, unsure of and caught in doubt as well.
'I have doubts too, love. Perhaps he knows or perhaps not at all. We're probably wrong, but there is the lingering curiousity for me as to just simply wonder.' Chatterer acknowledged as Butterball came forth and the telepathic Cenobite silenced his thoughts.
"Are we going to inform him or what? I'm not going alone." the obese Cenobite asked, as first sounding innocent as he cocked his head to one side but also became in a distant tone of worry and sharp declare.
Nikoletta nodded. "Indeed. We were...in brief thought.." the Female Cenobite covered up, not wanting to inform Butterball, despite being a loyal companion, on the possible theory in secret conversation between her and Chatterer.
The three followed, a chilling echo whisper of worry as to whether or not Xipe would agree or not, cooperate or react in fury as to the secret they had kept silent for five years as to Kirsty being a mother with an unknown father (him?) of a miserable and abused yet kind son.
There was a sense of prediction and a wave of feeling that was in basic terms: They all shared a bad feeling as to what lay ahead.
Hm...so they've known and now are going to tell Xipe. DUN DUN DUN.
OMG Tiffany passed out! Aurora went creepy...and poor Ben! I almost teared up while writing the adorable dream of him and the 'angel' (Nikoletta). The 'Mirror or Reality' is just a random idea I thought up of. Kinda neat if Levithan gave a gift to the Cenobites to see humans' dreams. Mm...perhaps that's one way Xipe and Kirsty became close. ;)
One more thing: Remember the co-owner of the orphanage besides (gr...) Ethan? The one with the flame hair? Keep him in mind as we get to later chapter. Trust me...let's just say he's not necessarily...mortal.
