Hey guys! You all don't seem to happy about Chaos and Void, but don't worry! You'll hate them more! XD
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NightOwl Fury; I actually have all of The Piano Guys's songs! XD My favorites are A Thousand Years, Let it Go, and Story of My Life. So pretty!
Tooth(Guest); Aha sorry.
Pitch(Guest); We'll see what happens in the future! XD
DarkTempest(Guest); He will!
Booklover2000; Death and Cerys will be up in this chapter! XD Sorry, but it's only gonna get worse for him!
Anyways, enjoy!
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By the time the four adults and Lucas and Sawyer ran into the globe room, they stopped in their tracks.
"W-What?" Jack breathed, being the most shocked out of all of them.
Demons whipped and thrashed around the globe, making the lights flicker. Some came back on, other's didn't. The other Guardians looked worried as well. The demons screeched horribly, sounding like thousands of people dying. At first, everyone assumed it was Dwyer doing this.
But that was before they saw a boy.
He was sitting on top of the globe, his attention to his obvious creations. His face was emotionless, and his dark-almost black- eyes looked dead. His almost punk-y black hair blew slightly. He was a pale thing, as pale as Sawyer. He was hearing a full on suit, minus the jacket. His black tie didn't fly around, being held down by the black vest. He messed with the cuff of his grey shirt.
He only noticed them when he felt people staring at him. He rolled his eyes slightly, and with a flick of his hand, they disappeared.
"Yes?" He asked, not moving from his spot.
"Who are you?" North asked, confused. The boy let out a slight smirk.
"Damien. Damien Alton." The globe was very high up, so everyone was shocked when he jumped straight off, huge black wings sprouting his back.
"Whaddya' think you were doing up there?" Bunny snapped, but Damien didn't flinch.
"I dunno. Felt like it." Damien's attention flickered onto Sawyer, and his eyebrows furrowed.
"What?" She didn't ask this like a question. His face relaxed again.
"Do you happen to have a twin?" Well if he didn't already have everyone's attention they did now.
"Yes! D-Do you know where he's at?" Sawyer gasped. Damien shook his head.
"I don't know where he's at, Sawyer Grace. Just saw a boy that looked like you being dragged away."
"H-How do you know my name?"
"Huh? Oh, I'm an Angel, if you haven't noticed." He fluttered his wings a bit. "I live in the clouds. Kind of. We also tend to know everybody."
"What do you mean, 'kind of'?" Lucas tried not to snap at him. Damien glared.
"Because people hate me."
"I can see why." Lucas muttered.
"Luke." Sawyer cut through. She turned back to him. "Do you-"
"Do you think I can help? I dunno, Sawyer Grace." With the flabbergasted looks she was giving him made his smirk grow slightly.
"My name is not 'Sawyer Grace' it's just Sawyer." She glared.
"Fine, Sawyer Grace. I'll help." Damien ignored her attempts of him just calling her 'Sawyer'. He also completely ignore the fact that Sawyer was ready to strangle him, but she felt relieved.
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Pitch was not happy when he was told that Asher had been taken.
"I should have killed him when I had the chance."
"Dad, we'll get him back!" Elizabeth laughed nervously, and she looked ready to cry, "H-He's fine! I-I'm sure!" Pitch glanced at his daughter. She was twirling a strand of her hair, biting her lip, and she was looking out the window. Pitch's attention went to Jack, who understood.
"'Beth, we'll get him back." He managed to smile for her, "Okay?" Her grey eyes flickered to him.
"Promise?" Her voice broke slightly, even though it was in a whisper. Jack's smile became gentler, if that was possible.
"I promise."
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Death wasn't fond of having Cerys stay with her, and Cerys knew it. But she had to make her sweet Mara remember her.
"What do you want with me?" Death glared at Cerys, her scarlet eyes winning over light purple. Cerys's baby blue floating hair flashed brighter as she jumped.
"I-I beg your pardon?"
"I said, "She glared harder, "What do you want with me?"
"I-I-"
"Don't try to act 'goody goody' with me, Life." She snapped before leaving the room, and as soon as she slammed the door, the temperature went down multiple degrees.
"Please, like, tell her." Cerys turned to Cupid. He looked sad.
"Edwin, I can't." She smiled softly, but Cupid knew she was sad.
"Yes, you, like, can!" Cupid pressed, "She needs to, like, know! Please?" Cerys closed her eyes.
"I don't know-"
"And you know what else?!" Death came storming back in, mad for no reason. "I-"
"Death!" Cupid cut her off, and Cerys was to slow to realize what he was going to say next until it was to late, "Life is Cerys!"
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Asher was tired of living.
He meant it. What good was suffering all this pain? And for what? Revenge? Asher had been here a week.
He had also learned that Dwyer was the reason he was an amputee.
That's what made everything seem ten times more painful. He didn't even have a chance. He could have been normal. Asher didn't blame his mother, not for a second, as Dwyer would have thought.
Breathing became another difficulty. Along with trying to stay awake, and standing up.
What had they done to him so far? Let's see. They stabbed him with an ice pick, cut him, burned him, bruised him, even tried to skin him once, and they sure didn't feed him or let him sleep.
And the worst so far; The touching. Moon, he hated it. He shivered just thinking about it. But thankfully, they never actually had done...that...to him. He had always hated when people touched him, from a pat on his shoulder to a pat on his back. Asher's sunken face was smeared with his blood, fresher each time from when the two vile girls touched him. He was so weak. The first time left him sobbing. Asher swears he could still feel their hands.
"Aww, the poor thing's still awake!" Asher closed his eyes in fear and slight annoyance.
"Yes, perhaps we can help him." He felt Chaos's evil smirk drill into his back.
Suddenly, a white hot pain flared his thigh. He thrashed around and screamed, but then realized something tied him down. It was rope.
"You know, pretty boy, we figured that it wasn't fun when you tried to get away," Void smirked, "So we decided to tie you down!" Three knives sprouted from his thigh. He was to tired and weak to stay awake.
Asher passed out.
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Awwwaahhhhh! Poor Asher, huh? The sufferings not over yet! MWAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHA!
Anyways, I hope you enjoyed! More reviews equals more, faster chapters!
Love you all and see you next time!
