Hi guys! I want to apologize for taking so long. Of course, I've been swamped with schoolwork that includes doing lab reports for Bio G/T and essays for Eng 10 G/T. As you can see, I have grades to uphold and things to practice, which includes the literature that I sing for my high school choir and piano lessons that I'm taking. It's pretty crazy. I hope you guys haven't given up on me. I've also been doing a lot of reading. Here is what I've read since the beginning of the school year:
Clockwork Prince: Cassandra Clare
City of Bones: Cassandra Clare
City of Ashes: Cassandra Clare
Currently, City of Glass: Cassandra Clare
As you can see, I like the Mortal instruments series and am sad that it took me so long to notice it. I read the Infernal Devices first, accidentally, so it's actually okay, considering it's a prequel. I made some references to the book in this chapter. I also made a reference to Sylvia Plath's "Mad Girl Love Song". (Something I read in Eng 10 G/T) Please leave comments!
Liberated Liberator
Lambdadelta placed her palms against the translucent wall that Featherine created. Bernkastel watched as it sluggishly began to fade on color. Lambdadelta seemed to be focused; small beads of sweat formed on her forehead. When it had finally lost all color, Bernkastel walked towards the bars and touched it; bolts of electricity flew at Bernkastel and flung her back against the wall just as Lambdadelta shouted 'Wait'.
"I'm not done yet..." Lambdadelta sounded discouraged. Bernkastel thought to herself, I can see that now... Lambdadelta returned her hand to the now invisible shield. The time seemed to slip by, Bernkastel growing more petulant and impatient as it passed. This wasn't how she planned this to go. Maybe she should get rid of the scorpion seal. Bernkastel thought. She decided not to tell her that because she wanted to see how Lambdadelta would free her. Lambdadelta averted her eyes to Bernkastel's; the silhouettes of the bars dividing her face into three sections. Her eyes gleamed with blue madness, laughter showed on her eyes, but seriousness was plastered on her expression.
"Don't worry I'm almost finished." said Lambda.
"Hmph!" Bernkastel replied, not because she doubted Lambda's abilities, but that was all she could manage at the moment. An ear-splitting shatter broke through the room, Bernkastel's face quivered from the sudden movement. Lambdadelta's trembling hands that she placed at her side proved that the sound had been lurid, causing shock to her core.
"I assume that it's finished now?" Bernkastel inquired.
"No." Lambda said, and she pranced away. Bernkastel imitated a snort as she stalked through the bars. The shadow of her body now gone, she assumed that she had regained her power. Unfortunately, Lambdadelta had disappeared from the hall way. When Bern approached the window on the west wall, she found her equilibrium on her toes, being too short to see it with her feet flat. She noted the hazy yellow-green lights that pierced the darkness in intervals. She watched the dust in the air sift through the light as they blinked on and off, indicating that it didn't have much power. That wasn't there before. Bernkastel thought as she returned to her normal standing position. She walked to the door that was ahead of her and pushed it, as it had now become the kind of door with no handle. Featherine's Limbo must've changed because her mindset changed. The walls that were once blank and lackluster now consist of glass. Through the glass, fish and other seemingly harmless aquatic life bathed in the cyan water. The manmade ocean gleamed shadows on Bernkastel's face, reminiscent of a sci-fi movie.
"Lambdadelta." Bernkastel called, upset that her voice trembled. She regained what was left of her psyche and called again. "Lambda!" She felt awkward talking this way. She turned her head around, the surroundings seeming as normal as they did when she had first seen them, Bernkastel melted away in the shadows of the fish and appeared outside of what was once the white jail-house and is now an abandoned aquarium.
The environment of Featherine's black city now looked like a forest from a different time period. The wind moved slowly, the grass and flowers bowing down in courtesy of its presence. The air was warm and a little moist, the nostalgic feeling of humanity washed over Bernkastel. The gale blew leaves from the large oak tree, different shades of green, orange, red, and brown fell to the ground. Lambda wouldn't leave me here. Not like this...Bern thought. Why she was particularly concerned, she didn't know. She wanted to save her master, forgetting that her original goal was to humiliate her.
Bernkastel walked down a dry dirt path, people seemed to move around the village with wooden baskets, rosy cheeks, and smiles on their faces. This must be the opposite of the electronic city that stole the life of its inhabitants. Bernkastel looked around carefully for Lambdadelta.
"Are you there?" She called.
"Right here, silly?" A girl with short blonde hair, adorned with a pink hair bow said. "Where were you?"
"What...?" Bernkastel stared at the girl in confusion and fear. This couldn't be the girl from her past, the one who she had tried so hard to forget.
"Where were you? I told Satoshi-ni ni that I'd be back soon. You know...after I looked for you? Where were you?"
"Stop." Bernkastel said. "Stop it all..." She said even quieter.
"Where were you? Huh? You said good-bye and never told me where you'd be. Huh? Where were you, huh? Where were you?"
"Go away..." She tried not to cringe away from the girl, still to self-conscious to be afraid. "Leave."
"Where were you, huh? Where were you? C'mon! Where were you, huh Rika?"
"Don't say that name!" Within a second, the illusion of the forest broke down like pieces to a mirror and Bernkastel was in a sea of white. Nothing there, just as it had been when she entered Limbo.
"I want to leave." She whispered to herself. "I want to go. I want to destroy this fate. I want to leave. I need to leave. I can't stay here. This is unreal. I want you gone. You don't exist. You're my friend. You're my enemy. You love me. You hate me. I'm tired. I can't take it. I think I made you up inside my head. This is madness. This is piece. Love is death. You are nothing. You are everything. You're a somewhere. You're nowhere. You're me."
Water rushed through her ears, drowning out the slow curl of sound that resides in the dimension that she inhabited once. Instantly, the noise stops as if water is being drained from a bath tub. Bernkastel contemplated opening her eyes that were clenched so tightly, but decided not to. She pretended she was dead, although there was no way she could be. She could think, and breathe, and smell, and hear the slow hum of an air conditioner in the background.
"Are you finished?" said a womanly voice to Bernkastel's east. "It's about time you start begging on your knees for my forgiveness. You really thought that I'd get myself stuck in Limbo? Little did you know that you're the one who is stuck?
"It's true Bern!" said a higher pitched voice. "I should've brought popcorn for the entire audience so we could throw it at the screen at the same time. The ending was very cruddy. Do you know what happened? Wanna know? C'mon! Where were you? Do you remember the killer ending? And I do mean killer. Where were you, huh? Do you remember where you were? C'mon, do you? Kihihihihahahahaha!"
"Hmph! I'm hardly interested..." said the more womanly voice. "I guess you'll talk when you've matured, huh? Yes or no? Be a good girl and answer me directly now... Ima!"
"Anata wa josei dewa arisen. Have you noticed that thing in your neck!?" said Bernkastel sadistically. She turned to look at Featherine with gleaming eyes. Featherine had marks on her neck that resembled runes of the nephilim that burned hot red on her neck.
"Seems like you got me..." Featherine said, tightly clenching her throat. "Have you had your fun? You do know that you're still not the strongest witch, right?"
"Not nearly, and I know I'm not the strongest witch. It's you right?" Bernkastel suppressed a laugh.
"Not nearly, it's a child to be brought forth by the harbinger of disaster and gold. That's going to bother you for eternity."
"Where is she? Hm? I'll destroy them and make it easy."
"The child, child, is the one who is stronger than all, and will give..." Featherine coughed up a great amount of blood. "Birth to one who will surpass the gods."
"Gods? Now doesn't that sound familiar. Hm... I'm quite tired now." With a wave of her hand, the black tattoos disappeared. "I'll have to destroy the one who harbors this child."
"I will guarantee you that it is too far for you to look. In fact, the child is already born. And they've have seen your face. Remember when you made a spectacle of yourself by slaughtering those demons and furniture?"
"Hm. I didn't notice anyone out of the ordinary." She is interrupted by Featherine's soft chuckle. "What." She said plainly.
"Are that naïve that you'd think this world is ordinary. Ha! You're not as smart as I thought." With a chortle that pierced through the air that was saturated with moisture and sediment, Featherine disappeared. Truly free.
