Author Note: If any of you should read this then I thank you... I don't know how long it shall be before I update this again... I was bored and so wrote something and I was bored and so it is completely weird... Thing is, I missed you guys and nobody really talks to me now I've stopped writing this... Except Iluvcatz and occasionally Camilla Richard... This is for you, I thank you more than anybody else on this website... I hope you actually read this... Have fun
Chapter 11
It took Kayleigh Heap two hours, two minutes and twenty two seconds precisely to find her father's old hideout in the Badlands, it wasn't very well hidden and only that pesky wurm had held her up. Inside it was strange, just like a wurm burrow, she felt a sense of déjà vu, like she'd been there before, but she had not, not since her birth anyway… It was quite dusty, Simon had never really been very tidy and then you had another fifteen years of dust to keep up with. Kayleigh felt quite at home in the Observatory. Her being there triggered a shield to form around the Observatory so that nobody could see it from any distance, it was a old spell, Simon Heap had placed it there some fifteen years ago so that none but himself and Lucy could find this place, evidently Kayleigh was now classed with them, being half of each… But something was strange about this burrow, like she wasn't the only one there, and she wasn't, the Darkenesse was creating a body of its own now, it needed her to house it no longer. When it left her weak form it took every scrap of magyk from her body and left her on the floor of the Observatory semi-conscious. The Darkenesse itself felt no remorse for leaving her there to die, but the body that it had made for itself did, the boy helped her up and stared at her sideways. This body had a slight will of its own, but it was mainly pure Darkenesse, there was little else to prove it any different.
Kayleigh was breathing heavily, this seemed to entice the Darke boy, he had no need to breathe and in his few moments of being had seen but one human. Kayleigh blinked at him, wanting to scream but unable to do so for she was so very weak.
The boy pressed a Darke little finger into her skin and to his surprise could not pass through it; he had always just been a thought, a state inside of people, never having any substantiation of his own. He had hair too, dark hair but curly just like Kayleigh's, and eyes that were not just for show, he could truly see for himself for the first time in many centuries. This Darkenesse generally travelled in the bodies of weaker individuals and was now mere flesh and blood of his own, mortal too, or so he thought. Speech was the next experiment. Could he speak? He wasn't sure, but this thinking business showed he had the makings of brain activity.
"Hello?" he said uneasily, his voice was strange, different from that of a mortal.
Kayleigh looked at him and her eyes widened in fear. "Hello," her voice shook. "Who are you?"
The boy thought, he had never had a personage of his own. "I'm afraid I have no name. I am a personification of your own being. Don't worry, I shan't harm you."
"If you are part of me then how come we are apart? Why have these things come to pass?"
"Because I wished them to. You are too led by your own emotions and I have things that must be done… Unfortunately not one person you have come into contact with has been weak enough or willing enough to house me, so I must therefore take a form of my own."
"Why don't you harm me then? If I am so weak and so willing to take you on, whatever you are, then why shouldn't I just die?"
"Kayleigh Heap, child of necromancer Simon Heap, you are needed in the great scheme of things… And I myself shall need help with my agenda."
"Your… agenda?"
"Oh yes, I have plans for that Castle, but you ran away and thus scuppered my great plan. I have to get back to the Castle, do you wish to remain here, or shall you aid me? Your life shall be worth it should you aid me…"
"You'll need a name! You can't just storm in there as some Embodied Darkenesse! At least try to cover your tracks. If I should help you, you shouldn't hurt my family, I'm afraid I have already killed one today and I am not keen on them all dying because of me."
"She is not dead. Unfortunately she should be top of the priority for me to destroy, she is powerful, too powerful for my plan to work and you have virtually led her right here, I tried to make you cover your tracks, I was that nagging in the back of your brain if you recall my being there, but you wouldn't listen, as I said, you are ruled by your emotions. A name you say… I shall never find a name as quickly as this; I have only a catalogue of the names of people that you came into contact with. Once I have the Castle then I will bother with a name, there is too much magyk in that Castle, the darkenesse is almost destroyed in its entirety. Firstly I shall free Simon Heap and Merrin Meredith, that too I tried to make you do, but you were too emotional about your father to carry out my bidding. I need an emotionless human to house me and unfortunately such a thing cannot exist, emotions make humans what they are. I cannot feel emotions so I can carry out my own bidding. Shall you come with me?"
Kayleigh looked surprised. "You want me with you? After I failed you all those times? Could I call you… Jack?"
"Jack?" the boy said contemptuously. "If you wish it, but I shan't refer to myself by that name."
"I find it hard to believe that you can feel no emotions, in truth you are a bit of a megalomaniac… Jack the megalomaniac!"
The boys face was hard. "Whatever you wish, Kayleigh. Come, we have work to do. However not through that door, your family are close and any attempt to leave through that door will leave to them finding us, your cousin Ria will cause us some real problems… Her father too, and Septimus Heap… They will be dealt with, in due course… So, let us depart, to succeed where you father Simon Heap failed to do so, stay with me and I shall see that no harm befalls you."
