Its finished! This was probably one of the hardest chapters I had to write... let me tell you, I spent like an hour looking up different hallucinations (which got me pretty freaked out) trying to choose which one i would torture Kid with... But they were all so good so I decided since he was having the extreme of all sicknesses, then he would just have every type of hallucination I could find! YAY HALLUCINATING!
I find that there is a fine line between making your character look insane and just plane old bad writing... I really hope I portrayed the former rather than the latter...
why would I be on FANfiction if this was mine? Wouldn't I be on fictionpress or I don't know... PUBLISHING MY CRAP!
She gasped loudly as the bowls in her hand crashed to the ground. Then she screamed.
The two sisters sat on the couch eating cereal. They looked over their shoulders, making sure that their meister was not behind them. They weren't allowed to eat food on the couch because crumbs would fall under everything, making the house disgustingly dirty.
She was rocking back in forth sobbing hysterically.
"Hey sis," Patty said hesitantly, "Since Kid'll probably not wake up for a while, can we eat on the couch?"
"Eh, why not,"Liz said pouring herself and her sister a bowl of captain crunch.
"Hey sis?" she said hesitantly. She walked into the room, not sure what was happening.
Liz walked through the house and saw Kid's door closed. Her sick meister was on the other side sleeping. Liz debated on going in.
"Why?!" She wailed loudly leaning onto her sister's arm. Her sister remained frozen, the childish mirth gone from her eyes.
"I wanna draw," Patty said with childish happiness, "Liz? Could you get me some crayons?"
"Alright," Liz sighed getting up from her spot on the couch. She looked at the two empty bowls and grabbed them.
She grabbed onto the boy, attempting to shake him awake. He just moved back and forth limply in her arms.
Death the Kid was dead.
Liz opened the door. She gasped loudly as the bowls in her hand crashed to the ground. Then she screamed.
I woke up screaming silently. I looked around the room, panicked. What time was it? I looked down at the clock, reading with some difficulty that it said 12:07. I tried to think of what happened. I remembered... dying in Liz's arm! I tumbled out of my bed landing on the ground with a hard thud. What just happened? I was dead? I didn't feel dead...
I had to find Liz and Patty to tell them I wasn't dead! Where were they? Eating cereal on the couch like they aren't supposed to? Yes, I think that's where they are. I stood up and stumbled to the right. The entire room was turning on its side. That was annoying, would that mean that I had to walk on the walls instead of the ground? I wasn't sure how to walk on the walls. I looked at the walls, wondering how I should go about doing this. What was I even doing right now? Oh yes-
"WHERE ARE THE THOMPSON SISTERS?" I heard my own voice echo around the entire house. I jumped at the sound. Where was that from? I hadn't said anything... Forgetting about how the house was previously sideways, I began stumbling toward the closed door. I leaned on the door. How do I open this? I tried pushing it open to no avail. Then I tried pulling on the door knob, hoping that would open it.
Then I heard a scream. A scream of pure agony that I had heard earlier when Liz found me dead.
"LIZ!" I and the echoing voice yelled. I wrenched the previously un-openable door open and ran a few steps down the hallway. I fell to the ground feeling the house move left and right. The pictures on the walls started tilting on their sides. I reached out for them from my place on the ground. I couldn't get up, there was a weight stuck on my upper chest that prevented me from getting up. I looked down and saw the skull tie that I wore. It was glaring at me, yelling at me. I screamed, but no sound came from my voice. I fumbled to take the tie off and threw it across the hallway.
Liz's screams pierced my ears once more.
I rolled over to place my hands and feet on the ground. I got to my feet and stumbled the rest of the way to the living room, the walls kept coming closer to me. They would push me back and forth between the two. I stood in front of the door put all of my body weight onto the door, trying with all my might to push the door open.
"Who is it," I heard Liz say from the other side. I rammed into the door another time, trying my hardest to push it open. Liz opened up her door, causing me to fall to the ground. I sat up right away and looked at Liz alarmed. She didn't look right. She kept swaying back and forth and seemed to stretch out and then get squished. I stood up unsteadily and grabbed her wrists with my shaking hands.
"Are you alright?!" The echo and I said to Liz. When I stood up she seemed fine. She was frightened by something though. I looked around and saw what she must have been afraid of. The walls around us were melting. I was about to move her out of this room when she grabbed onto my shoulders, making me unable to move.
"Kid! Sto...you...kay!" Liz's words were unrecognizable. Her mouth moved slower than her words, like when a movie's sound and image were unsynchronized. I tried to take her hands off of my shoulders and move her away from this dangerous room (why was it dangerous again?) But she was stronger than I was.
Then Liz screamed for a very long time. i took my hands off hers to cover my ears. The noises were ripping me apart. I wanted to make it stop!
"Stop!" I wailed pleadingly opening my eyes (when had I closed them?) to look at Liz. She was still screaming, but her mouth wasn't moving with the sound of her voice. She looked like she was saying something, but all I heard were bloodcurdling screams. Screams that chilled me to the bone. I curled up into a ball, apparently I had fallen to the ground at one point. The warm feeling of Liz's hands had left my shoulder and I was falling into an everlasting coldness. Curling tighter did not make me warmer.
"id... Kid! Death the Kid!" I heard the muffled yells of Liz, she almost sounded like she was underwater. I opened my eyes. I was sitting in her lap, no longer curled into a ball but being held by my partner.
"I called...r father...ome here," She said once she knew she had my attention. Father was coming here? I hadn't made sure the house was perfect though. I pushed myself out of my weapon's hands and ran into the hallways. Everything looked absolutely terrible! The walls were slowly coming apart and pushing together, all the decorations were completely asymmetrical, and the house was upside down, literally!
I quickly started working on the only thing I could fix, the paintings. I jerked one of the paintings to the right, but no matter how far right I moved it, it was still tilted to the left, it was so far right that it actually fell of the wall. But instead of falling on the ground it seemed to have floated up to the ceiling. I sobbed once and reached my hand out toward the ceiling. Sometimes it looked miles away and other times it was inches from my grasp
"...id, Stop..." Liz cried from behind. I shook my head and tried jumping for the painting.
"Death the Kid," The voice of my father vibrated through out the hallway. I looked around panicked before finding the masked figure of my father. His mask was twisted into his stern expression, but it was had a hint of sadness .
"Father!" I shouted walking over to him, but the house lurched and I tripped over the ground. Dad caught me before I could fall completely over, picking me up bridal style. I realized that the painting was still not up so I started pushing myself out of Dad's arms. But his grip on me was firm so I couldn't get out.
"Let me pick up the painting!" I said, despite the extreme discomfort of my throat, "I have to make my house perfect for you! Absolutely perfect!"
"Kid, I..ca.. unders...nd you," My Dad said. He couldn't understand me? Why not, I was speaking english wasn't I?
Liz and Dad started talking to each other. They almost sounded like they were speaking a different language. I could only ever pick up one or two words. I continued my weak attempt to get out of my dad's arms, but any try would simply make him hold onto me tighter. After their conversation, Dad took me into my room and placed me down on the bed. I tried to get up but he pushed me down again
"Kid," Dad said, using the same tone he did earlier, "Stay."
I complied with his order, placing my head onto my pillow in defeat. Then my eyes began to grow heavy, I was fighting unconsciousness, eventually I gave up and fell into an uneasy sleep.
Liz's POV
"Hello?" I said into the recently ringing phone.
"Hey, Liz," Maka said from the other side, "We were wondering if you and Patty and Kid wanted to come with us to lunch."
I looked over at my meister, who was currently struggling to get up from under his father's huge hand. It had been an hour since Lord Death had come and placed Kid back in his bed. The delirious boy had had a nightmare though and woke up soon after. Kid had been trying to break away from us since then. Not even Patty's scary voice would stop him.
"I don't know," I said hesitantly, "Kid's really sick now and I should stay-"
"You should go," Lord Death said looking at me, "You need a break and a distraction."
"Are you sure," I said holding the phone away from my mouth. Lord Death nodded, "Oh alright, me and Patty will be coming."
"What about Kid?" .
"He's too sick to come," I said not wanting to talk about Kid's situation on the phone, "His father is here taking care of him right now."
"Oh okay," Maka sounded a bit disappointed, probably cause she wanted to see him one more time, and worried,"I'll see you and Patty at Deathbucks then?"
I cringed visually at that name of the store, remembering the times I had to work there. I was definitely a different person from back then, wasn't I?
"Sure see you there."
"So why couldn't Kid come," Black Star asked as we all sat waiting to place our order.
"Kid's not doing too well," Patty said sadly.
"Oh no, what happened?" Tsubaki asked putting a hand to her mouth.
"He's hallucinating," I said shutting my eyes and willing the memories to go away, "And really badly too."
"What's he hallucinating about?" Maka asked.
"I don't know really. He came into my room around noon. More like fell into it, and started looking around the room panicked. Then he tried talking to me, but because of his lost voice, I really couldn't understand him," I shuddered at the thought, "And then- and then he started screaming. But again his voice was gone so all you could here was a whispered silent scream of pain. And then, and then-"
I held back a sob. Seeing him today made my heart shatter. He was just so... frightened, of everything! He looked like he thought even the walls were going to hurt him. I fanned my eyes with my hands, trying desperately not to sob in public.
"Oh God, and he was starting to feel better yesterday," Maka said sadly.
"Yesterday was the calm before the storm," Soul mumbled. We all looked at our drinks with hopeless stares and sighed.
GASP its done! Hope it had quality! are you guys ready for the next chapter?! CAUSE I KNOW IM NOT! Oh and one last thing! I'm not going to give you anything about the next chapter, not even the chapter name (no spoilers people), but let me say in advance that the next chapter is NOT the last one, contrary to any name I dub it...