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Chapter 4: Demons
"That's the chapter on cell reconstruction- Hey, are you even listening?" Chris looks up from the book on magic reconstruction.
"...Oh! Of course! That's all I can do."
"...Right."
"What!?"
"Nothing."
"Okay, that's good for today." He thuds the book closed.
"Are you sure you can regenerate your legs?"
"If what this book says is right, then..." I trail off. "Chris?"
"Yeah?" He stands from the chair, so when I hug him, it feels a bit awkward.
"Thank you. I don't know what I would do without you."
"Y-yeah. You're welcome."
"Let's go outside and see if it works." I crawl up him and he carries me outside because of the lack of a wheelchair. He sets me down in the grass.
"You're legs are first, right?" I think about this for a while, humming.
"Well... now that I think of it, legs would be pretty useless without my eyes to guide them. Eyes first."
"Alright then. Remember to-"
"I know what to do. I WAS listening."
"Okay. Just checking."
I take a deep breath and file through my mind, remembering all the parts of the eye from Chris's anatomy book. Then I imagine each one being built, cell by cell, inside my eye sockets. I cringe at how weird it feels. My, or more, Ellen's eyes build themselves from back to front, and jolt me a little when the nerves connect. All that's left now is to open them. And that's just what I do.
Light floods my whole vision as I squint open my eyes. I see colors, blue, green, brown. Then I see a person, standing three feet in front of me. I look up at Chris's face, streaks of long, messy, brown hair and deep blue eyes, just like he described. And another thing that was completely right...
He is really, really handsome. Actually, better than that, he's... hot.
Wow, I'm SUCH a loser. Really? Hot?
Yes.
I feel a warmth in my stomach that signifies the last of my magic leaving my body. "Do... do they work?"
Heck yeah, they work! "Ummm... yeah..." Jeez, I'm acting like an idiot!
I remain speechless as I look at him.
"What? Am I... not what you expected?" No! Better! So much better!
I rub my eyes to make sure the new eyes really DO work. Nope. Gorgeous is still there.
I blink twice, gawking at him. He's, like, the perfect human!
"Whoa." Is all I can muster.
"Whoa good, or whoa bad? You CAN see, right?"
I cough. "Yeah. I can see... just fine."
"Then it worked!" Oh my gosh, did it work. He inspects my eyes closer. "Whoa. That's the coolest eye color I've ever seen!" I blush deeply. I should be the one complementing HIM.
"What color?" So I forgot Ellen's eye color after these past few months. Back off.
"I think it's yellow, but..." He gets in closer. "No, they're gold." I didn't choose a color, so the magic chose for me. I turn away, embarrassed by the closeness. His house comes into view.
It's a really cozy-looking log cabin, out in the middle of the woods. Only one story, but very, very big.
I scoot away from him. "How are we gonna keep this from Mom and Dad?" Crap! I forgot!
"Um... I could close my eyes when I'm around them."
"Wont that get a little annoying?" He was right. And sooner or later they would find out anyways. But... how will they react?
"I guess we just have tell them." This was unavoidable, I suppose. They would REALLY noticed if I did my legs first, though.
"How would we even begin, though? 'Hey, guys! Guess what? Ella's a witch, who got her body stolen by another witch! Her real name is Viola!' I don't think that'll go over well."
I reach up for him. "Your guess is as good as mine." He lifts me off the ground. I smile a little and lean my head into him. I didn't realize I was being carried by such a... gorgeous... guy.
He holds me tighter to himself. Whoa. That's weird... Now that the magic has left me, I notice that that same coldness of magic that rushes over my body...
Is exuding from Chris.
"So... that's how it is."
"... Huh. So your a witch. And you used magic to get your eyes back."
"U-uh huh." Here it comes. I'm a monster, just say it.
"Well that's excellent!" Huh? I stare at the Doctor. "You got your sight back! That's great Ella! Or should I say Viola?" I... I should have expected this. Chris was so accepting. So... why am I so happy at them?
"Thank you all. I... thought you were going to leave me."
Isabel grins. "Why would we do that? It doesn't matter what happened in your past."
"Wow, you guys took that better than I thought." Chris smiles a me knowingly. Ahhh, he smiled at me...
Wait... Chris has brown hair, and both his parents have... black hair... weird.
"So, Viola, how are you going to deal with Ellen?" Thomas asks me.
"I haven't really thought of it yet."
Thomas laces his fingers together and lays his head on them. "Viola, just know, whatever you do, killing is wrong. When you face her, and beat her, you need to forgive her. Or you'll make an endless circle of hate."
I just nod my head slowly. Okaaaayyy?
"Anyways Viola..." Our conversation continues deep into the night.
I never told them about the demon, though.
My eyelids flit open, and for the first time in a while, I see the ceiling. It's quiet in the house, Thomas and Isabel must be tending to a patient. I lazily look to my left.
A new wheelchair. I smile at their kindness and pull myself into it. I'm on a mission today.
I make it to the front door and cringe when I hear a voice behind me. "So you were just gonna go see that demon without me, huh?" I turn, guilty look on my face.
"Ahhh, yes?"
"...Wrong answer. I'm going with you." He's so... amazing.
"Fine, let's go." I begin to wheel out of the house when he stops me. I turn to him again.
"What?" He pauses and looks at me. Then, out of the blue, he picks me up and carries me out.
"I'm kinda... used to carrying you now. Is this okay?"
I respond by humming and leaning farther into him. "He's right where we left him." We enter the forest. It really is a beautiful forest this time of year, the leaves turning shades of yellow and orange, like they're on fire, only without flames. I love eyes, now more than ever. I also love smelling, 'cause Chris smells like... home.
We find the path and I hear him. "Yo." Chris turns around, and I see him- the black cat. "So, you wanna take me up on my offer?"
I nod at him. "Tell me how to get more magic."
The cat licks his paw. "Well, first you need to follow me. Without him." He motions to Chris. "That's why I wanted you to get legs."
"Well, I wanted eyes, okay? And why can't Chris come with us?"
"He just can't... unless... he gives me his body for a while." It almost looks like he's... grinning.
"Heck no! Your not-"
"Viola."
"Chris... you can't let him!"
"It's the only way. I have to."
"You should listen to him, girl." I glare at the demon, then back at Chris.
"Let's do it." He says to the demon. The cat falls over and I look at Chris. His usually beautiful blue eyes are a deep shade of red. I get startled by this.
"...Are you?"
"Who do you think I am?" His voice has changed to the cat's voice. "Aww, what? Not too fond of me?" He says after I push away from him.
"No."
A smile grows on Chris's face, growing almost creepy. Then, he says something I don't quite understand.
"...Oh! I see she's finally done it. Well, even though she has no magic now, her finished product is sure worth it!"
"What are you..."
"Oh, nothing. Just mumbling to myself. Let's go." Instead of keeping me in his arms, he places me on his shoulders, like a piggy-back ride.
"Tell me now. How do I get more magic?"
"I'll give it to you... If you get me human souls."
"Y-you mean like... kill people?"
"You catch on fast, Viola."
"Wait... I can't do that."
"Why?"
"'Cause... It's wrong!"
"For a witch like you, though, it's normal. Trust me, sooner or later, you'll stop feeling remorse."
"Isn't there any other way?"
He hums in thought. "Well, you could you this guy..." He mutters.
"What do you mean? Kill Chris?" He laughs at my statement like it's the most hilarious joke in the world.
"No, girl, you'll find that to be quite impossible." My brow furrows at his statement. What's with all this mysteriousness?
"Use him how?"
"Well, if I told you, I wouldn't get souls, now would I?"
"Huh. I'm still not going to."
"We'll see."
We come out of a clearing into a small town. Not mine, but it sure looks similar. "So, just point me in the direction of your victim." There he goes again. I look out on the people milling around the town. I can't kill! It's wrong! It's murder! I can't!
"Okay, this has gone too far. Give Chris his body back, I want to go home."
"And why's that?"
"'Cause wont kill anybody! It's... it's not right."
"You know, being a witch isn't exactly 'right' with these humans, either. Sooner or later, your going to have to kill someone, in self defense or otherwise."
"I'd rather it be by self defense. 'Otherwise' is just killing in cold blood."
"Right. But wouldn't it be better to have magic when the need to defend yourself arises?" I growl at him. He's probably a bagillion years old, so I know I'm not going to win this argument.
I sigh in defeat. I WANT that magic. But I don't want to kill. So... what do I do?
"We're going." He starts walking into the town.
"Hey! I haven't decided what to do yet!"
"Decide on the way." He continues to walk, eventually getting to the edge of the village. We get some strange looks as he treads through it casually, me on his back.
Should I? He IS right about defending myself. What would Chris say about it? He'd probably tell me what already know: It's wrong. But... What happens if...
The demon turns suddenly into the ally to our right. Some 'shady characters' are there, and one of them turns their heads. Oh crap! He WANTS to put me in that position!
The guy who sees us motions at us with his head. It's official. This demon is gonna get me killed.
The other guy turns and smiles at us. "Heeeeeeyyyy." He begins to walk toward us and I try to hide myself behind Chris's back as much as possible. "How you guys doin'?" The man takes a knife and starts running at the demon, backing him against the wall. And I am almost literally stuck between a wall and a hard place, just without the hard place.
The man holds the knife up to Chris's neck, and the other man pries me away from the demon. "Hey! Let go of me!" I flail my arms around, but it doesn't even stop him from dragging me further into the ally. He throws me against the wall. In a random town, on a random street, and we just happened to go into the ONE ally with these guys. Thanks, fate.
"Just sit back, you brat. This'll all be done in a minute." I hear the usual 'give me all you have or you die' speech. Chris's face remains emotionless while he turns his eyes to me.
"Well? If you don't hurry, this kind man is going to take Chris's life."
Panic washes over me. He's right. These guys are serious.
"Stop talkin' to your girlfriend and give me your wallet, kid!" He digs into Chris's neck with the knife.
"No! Stop!" I yell at him, which earns me a kick to the gut.
"Shut the hell up, bitch!" I wheeze at the lack of air in my lungs and struggle to look back up at the scene.
"Alright!" I say as loud as I can with no air, which is still pretty loud. It makes the guy with the knife look at me. "Alright. You win." I tell the demon, but the guy probably thinks it's to him.
"You heard the girl. Give it."
The demon smiles at me. The familiar rush of cold air, that was calm and gentile before, blasts into me with tremendous force. My magic is back.
"So sorry, but I don't carry a wallet, sir." The man tisks.
"Sucks to be you, then." He raises the knife. I remember a spell from the destruction book in that moment, and release it on the guy. It's supposed to set his sleeve on fire to scare him away, which is what it did when I practiced it last. But I didn't have as much magic then.
I watch as the spell goes overboard, and the guy...
explodes into ash.
The other guy's eyes widen and he turns to his former partner then looks back at me. I shut my eyes tight as he grabs my shoulders tightly. "What the HELL did you do?!" He starts to shake me violently. I panic again, and use a spell that's SUPPOSED to push him back.
Instead, he flies back into the wall and hits it with a sickening crunch. He falls to the ground like a rag doll, then remains completely still. I stare at him, mouth open and eyes wide. I cover my mouth in shock and shake all over. I...
I killed them.
"You did better than I expected, Viola." The words run through my head, but don't register. My mind is too busy trying to process what just happened. What I just did, which is exactly what I said I WOULDN'T do.
I killed them.
The demon kneels at the pile of ashes in front of him. Smiling, he takes a deep breath, and the ashes disappear. He does the same to the mangled body.
I killed them.
I keep repeating those three words in my mind. The demon was right. I had to use magic in self-defense. But I didn't mean to kill them! My mouth remains covered my hands when I stand, legs shaking, and mutter the only words I remember saying:
"I'm sorry."
"You should know that this is very unbecoming of you." The demon remarks. I am holding myself on his shoulder again, this time tears streaming from my eyes. "You should really get a grip. It was bound to happen." I continue to say nothing. We finally arrive at the house and we walk in the door. The house is still empty. The demon strides into my room and lays on my bed. "Well, thanks for the meal... and all that." Blue spheres fly in all directions out of Chris's body. I sit on the floor next to the bed.
It's well into the night, so I don't expect Chris to wake up. I restore my legs, lay my head on my bed and feel immense tiredness wash over me. I'm asleep soon after.
In my dreams, the whole scene plays out over and over again, and in slow motion. No matter how hard I try, I can't stop myself from turning one guy into dust, and the other into a broken corpse.
I wake up the next morning feeling nothing. Emotionless. I slowly get up out of bed, stand on my own two feet, and walk out of my room. I lower my head when I see Chris sitting at the table. There's a newspaper on it, along with a plate of half eaten food. He doesn't look too happy.
"Viola." Uh oh. He holds up the newspaper. The cover page reads:
Two dead in ally, Police mystified.
"For the love of God, please tell me this wasn't you."
My head lowers so that I he can't see my face. I remain emotionless as I whisper, "I'm sorry."
Chris stands straight up from his chair, startling me. He slowly sits back down and looks out the window. "I... think you should go." He states.
My head jerks up to look at him. "Chris?"
"Please. Just leave." His words hit me hard. Looks like I'm about to lose another home. I remain adamant until I leave the house. As soon as I get out the door, I start sprinting. It feels a bit awkward on my newly formed legs. I rush into the forest planning to never return. Everything is a blur until I arrive at the path to Ellen's house and trip from the new terrain. I land on my hands and knees, breathing heavily, strands of hair falling down over my face.
"Yo." I don't look up at him. "See? I was right. Humans hate witches. Always will." Chris really does hate me, doesn't he? "You can't go on like this. You'll be hunted down, captured, even killed." He walks through the gap in my arms and curls his tail around one. "You cannot exist together, you and that boy. The only beings who accept witches are other witches." Is he... telling me to do what I think he is? He looks up to face me.
"Just a suggestion, but why not go see Ellen?" Yup. And, like always, he's right. I cannot be with this family. They wont ever accept who I am. And the only one who will is...
Ellen.
I walk down the pathway, headed to my old house.
A/N: ... ... ...*evil grin*
