A/N: Alright! I finished the chapter quicker than usual :D My bday's in a day! Sooo umm... THANK YOU EVERYONE FOR THE SUPPORT, REVIEWS! THANK YOU ANGEL FOR THE REVIEWS ON EVERY CHAPTER! IT SUPPORTS ME A LOT! Anywho, read on!


OSTRACIZE

CHAPTER 7

"Where the hell am I? Wait, what?"
I say, why am I speaking my thoughts out? I squint my eyes open, and look around, only to see blackness.

Someone tsked. "You're speaking you're mind out huh?" Webster emerged from the shadows of darkness, I could only see him partially, it was almost too dark for me to even see.

"Well no duh! Smart one!" I blurted out.
"What the-?" I started until Webster exploded with rage.

"Just shut up already!" Webster demanded. I was too busy in figuring out why I was saying anything that crossed my mind, that I almost forgot about my living hell problem, my son of hell headache. I don't even know how I could even forget about it. Webster continued speaking, "I just came here to ask you some questions." He made sure to emphasize on the word 'questions'.

"Why? I'm not gonna answer ANY of your stupid questions! Aww man! I wanna just shut up already!" I speak unwillingly.

"On the contrary Mila," He said my name as if it were venom. "You ARE gonna answer my questions."

"Oh yeah? You think so? Well I am not gonna answer any questions. Where's your little possy of moron - heads anyway?" I need to get rid of this poison, or whatever it was, to get my own proper thoughts back.

Webster growled angrily. "Alright I'm just gonna proceed with the questioning. First off-"

"Umm... How are you going to make me answer the questions? Oops! Sorry I interrupted you, by all means, please continue." I say.

"Yes. Thank you," He says, sarcasm oozing from his voice. "Okay. Where's the rest of you?"

"The rest of who?" I ask.

"The rest of you 16 year olds," He says. "Where are they?"

"How should I know? Do you think I know? By the way, how long have I been out?" I say unwillingly.

"Oh god! This is the downside of the toxin," Webster talks, I'm not sure if to himself, or to me. "Alright, you don't know that then. You know your boyfriend? Well, he's a Toriel. You knew that? I am a Toriel too! All of my group never got picked up after the one week 'cause most of us were Toriels. You're group isn't gonna get picked up either, I bet you're a Toriel too. Like me! So you're gonna have to get used to living in the woods, forever. Or until you die."

That last word sent shivers down my spine. "That's... Scary." I manage to say, again not wanting to.

I walk alongside Jonah, obviously keeping my guard up, in case he's planning to attack me. He said he knew where Mila was. I don't trust him. But what else do I got? Zippo.

We walk for a while, till we reach a small clearing.

"Hmm... This is where I saw her last."
Jonah strokes his chin with his fingers, as if he was thinking. I watch him intently, making sure he doesn't try anything stupid.

WHACK! Ow, ow, ow! I touch the back of my head, feeling liquid running through my fingers. I pull my hand up to my face, and see that there's a deep red splotch on my hand, it's fresh blood.

I zip to face backwards, and find two shadow-ish type things. They're all darkness. Nothing but black. I can figure out a vague shape of a humans, except a shadow version of humans. Let's put it this way, just imagine a human shadow, that moves, walks etc. Except the only thing different is that they're all shadow.

My head is still bleeding, but that's the least of my problems. I got these Shadowkillers - you know what? I'm just gonna call them that, - to take care of.

I KNEW this was a trap all along! Why did I even trust Jonah? I mean, seriously! Note to self: Don't trust people who can talk to you, in your head.

Now, how shall I defeat these bastards? Well since I'm SO great at making snap decisions, why don't I
just -

'Damn you Lorcan! Come on, just beat em up already.' My best guess, is that it was Jonah who said that... In my mind.

I tried to ignore him but the sad truth was that, he was actually right. Yet ANOTHER note to self: Don't think too much.

I lock my eyes on the Shadowkiller that's on the left. I clench my hands, forming them into fists, then I swing my right arm, doing an uppercut to its chin. Well, actually TRYING to do an uppercut to his chin, frankly without succeeding.

My hand flies straight through its head, causing no damage whatsoever. Then to make matters worse, the Shadowkiller to the right sends a direct punch flying my way, that hits me square in my chest.

My breath leaves me with a loud OOF! I fling backwards as if I was just a teensy pestering fly for them. I land hard on the prickly ground, after flying backwards for about six feet. Yep, there goes my spine...

How am I not beating them? I mean after all, I AM a Toriel. I should be whupping their asses right now.

'You haven't even used your powers yet, Lorcan.' There's Jonah, again, in my head. Again unfortunately he's correct though, I haven't used my powers yet.

The truth is, that my powers aren't fully developed yet. I haven't practiced them, or anything. I should already be a pro at this, but with the non - Toriels around, and the OFFICIALS I have no chance. Yeah, I remember when I was ten... The least I can do now is just try.

I can get myself up easily, just an eagle would do, but anything that would last me more than thirty seconds? Not a chance. Plus, the larger the thing, the harder it gets, and more energy it takes to make it.

EAGLE, I think to myself. Then, sure enough, a large eagle poofs out of nowhere right above me. Its huge claws cling onto my shirt, and pull me up. Once I'm back on my feet it lets go of me, and disappears out of thin air just as fast as it appeared. I groan aloud, I landed on my heel, again!

Now the Shadowkillers sadly, are smart enough to run after me. Okay, I need to figure out what to do, and fast.

Since, as I've said before, I'm smart on thinking on the go, the only thing I could think of, was wings. WINGS, I think.

Nothing happens though. Nothing comes, nothing forms, basically just nothing happens.

'Oh god! You're the stupidest Toriel ever! Your back, the wings.' Oh shut up Jonah.

I check my back even so, and low, and behold there are the wings. I try to feel them, and sure enough I do, they're attached to me. I stretch them out, they look to be approximately eighteen feet out, long. They're the exact replica of the wings of a hawk except they're eighteen feet, and one hundred percent black. The Shadowkillers are somewhat smart enough for stopping in their tracks.

'Lorcan, now fly.' Wait, I can fly?

I flap my wings down, nothing. I flap again, nothing. It's hard, really hard.

'Jump into the air, then fly.' Oh my god just shut up already, Jonah.

I bend my knees, and get ready to spring up. I launch myself into the cool air, and flap my wings, with all my might. I'm above the ground, I'm not touching it, I'm flying! I flap again, repeatedly, rising higher, and higher with every stroke.

The Shadowkillers are not too pleased about this. They chase me, and bounce up, and down trying to get me.

But I knew this was too good to be true, I downstroke, but I plummet down, the ground approaching me quickly.

I groan outloud. "Why does my head hurt a lot? It hurts! You hit me, and now it hurts because of you." I hold my head in both my hands.

"Oh, well if you had just cooperated!" Webster says, irritated.

"But I did! I mean- Oh never mind," I sigh. "This is so stupid, I hate this, I can't even think without blurting random stuff out." I say, upset at them for injecting me with that poison.

"Well, Mila. If you would have just answered my questions none of this would have ever happened." Webster snaps.

"But how would you expect me to understand what you were saying if my head was killing me? To add to that, Tauria was suffocating me!" I respond angrily.

"Okay, just answer this. What do you know about Toriels?" He asks sharply.

"Well, here's a question to answer your question. How much do you think I know about math?" I pause for a moment for him to digest what I just said. "I'm as smart as a tiny piece of dirt on the ground." I laugh manically, it's weird.

He sighs, then continues his questions. "So, Lorcan's your boyfriend right?"

"That's kinda personal actually, and- Aww, Lorcan I miss you!" I complain like a little child.

"Oh god. Listen this isn't another question, this is a request that you WILL do," He stops, and I don't even know why. "We have Lorcan, we captured him. Now to get him back, all you simply have to do is kill... Every single person living here, and then we'll spare your guys's lives. Sound good? Kill every single person, brutally, with your powers. But of course if you're scared to do it, I'll be glad to kill Lorcan, you, and every other bitch living here." He smirks evilly. This doesn't even qualify as a deal, or even a choice!


A/N: There you go! I hope it was good! Tell me what you think about it, and about Lorcan being a Toriel/having a special power in the reviews! Again thank you for reading! The next chapter will be up, soon-ish! It might not be up as soon though, cuz my bunny died, and I'm REALLY REALLY sad! :'( Sad enough to cry in the shower for an HOUR! (YEAH I KNOW! I'M SUCH A LOSER...) But anyways thanks for reading, and please review!