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Chapter 20- The Power of Vengeance
—I am not now
That which I have been— George Byron
Vengeance.
Death had awarded her the chance for Vengeance.
Her body no longer ached – but thrummed with power so potent that her very blood sang, thrilled.
The Power that exuded from her body as if it were a second skin – it begged to be used.
And what better to use it than in the name of Vengeance.
That man – Divine.
She would show him the same kindness that he had shown to her – in full measure.
She would make Divine repent.
He had committed many sins – he was a disgrace to his name.
Divine was a blight.
Divine was guilty.
She would make him pay.
She would send his body to the grave and offer his mangy soul to her god.
Chaos.
The one word that completely captured what was happening around me.
One moment I was sitting on the edge of the bed – anticipating the arrival of Divine or his goons or both he and his goons for them to take me off to wherever Lua had been when he was duelling.
Lua. Was he okay?
And Luca. How was she feeling?
I didn't appreciate this new-found state of helplessness. It didn't suit me.
But I digress – the tense, almost suffocating atmosphere around me shifted as I sensed the advent and exponential growth of a sinister presence.
I was becoming hypersensitive to dark presences – to Dark Signers.
Then the very walls around me began to tremble as the lights flickered on and off.
An Earthquake – the very least of what was to come.
I moved to crouch by the wall closest to the bed – away from the monitor and table – clasping my hands over my head as I braced myself.
The earthquake increased in magnitude and I vaguely heard the sound of the jug falling to the ground and bulbs bursting and the sound of circuits sizzling.
I had wanted to stay away from all this.
But it was becoming increasingly obvious that somethings would just not change, no matter what I did. That made sense though. At least somethings, some events, some of them should at the very least run their course.
But who got to decide which events did?
Was it me? The Crimson Dragon? Fate? Destiny?
Just…whose Will was all of this according to?
The building had been evacuated or was in the process of being evacuated.
Probably.
After the earthquake was over. I tried to escape the room I had been confined in. My efforts were fruitless.
I didn't exactly have the strength of ten men, or a wrecking ball.
My limbs were slender and powerless. I admittedly needed to focus more on my health and fitness.
But the fact still remained that I had to remain where I was – in the dark, surrounded by pieces of broken glass.
I had to remain as I was – stuck.
Luca's marked glowed brightly as the ground shook for a second time. Luca found herself bracing against the wall farthest from the glass screen that separated her and her brother.
The first Earthquake hadn't woken him up – then again it seemed as if they weren't bearing the brunt of the tremors – which was probably due to the fact that they were on a high level (she thinks so at least).
And not for the first time Luca thought of her Nii-san. She hoped that she was safe. She wondered if Skylar-nii-san was above or below the floor she and Lua were currently on.
She really wished that Skylar-nii-san was with her. She wished even more that Lua would wake up.
Today really had been too much.
They'd been kidnapped. Her brother had been forced into a duel that had caused him pain and all she had done (could have done) was stand and watch and pray to Ancient Fairy Dragon to help her, to help them.
Ancient Fairy Dragon was someone strong, someone wise.
She'd know what to do.
The most comforting thing to happen to Luca was that Ancient Fairy Dragon had given her a response – it meant that she was listening. Even if the response hadn't been relevant to the here and now, Luca had appreciated it.
As the Earthquake finally subsided, Luca rose from her crouch to peer over at her brother. Fortunately he was unscathed.
Luca absently clutched her mark – her Signer Mark. It burned but not as much as previous times.
She felt something else though. It was as if a wild torrent had been set loose at the other end of whatever connection existed because of the Mark. It was panicky and murky, and Luca was getting all sort of emotions. Did those emotions belong to one person?
Or was it possible that what she was feeling was the collective emotions of the Signers?
"Does this mean that, I can somehow communicate with Nii-san?!"
There were so many questions. At least the thing that she was absolutely sure of was the fact that someone with the Crimson Dragon's Mark was facing a Dark Signer and in the very building if the feeling was correct – which it probably was.
That meant that they needed to leave the Arcadia Movement Building now more so than ever.
Luca grabbed her mark, squeezing her eyes shut and hoping and hoping that they'd all somehow be delivered from whatever dark, vengeful beings lurked among them.
Luca was broken out of her stupor at the sound of the room door being banged down.
"Uncle Himuro!" she exclaimed upon seeing the man fall into the room.
"Luca-chan!" the relieved voice of Yanagi called to her.
"Yanagi-oji-chan!" she spoke, just as relieved as she enveloped the old man in a welcomed hug.
"It's okay kiddo," Yanagi muttered as he patted her head. "Things'll get better real soon."
Luca's grip on the old man's clothing tightened.
Soon couldn't be soon enough.
Most persons would think that she had it all.
She had beauty.
She had elegance.
She had fame.
She had fortune.
But in truth, she was empty.
She had nothing – nothing of real worth.
She'd lost the only thing in her life worth living for that accursed day when her brother was taken from her.
Well…that wasn't necessarily true. She did eventually find something worth living for.
Something she sacrificed her soul for.
"Misty-sama, it is time to find the Black Rose Witch," a smooth baritone voice to her right announced.
Or rather something she sacrificed their souls for.
"Go and prepare the Chopper. I'll be back shortly."
It was finally time to extract a measure of her revenge.
The beginning of another earthquake. The glowing and subsequent burning of my mark – the sign that a Dark Signer has commenced a duel with a Signer.
At this point though, the thing that was most clear to me – I'd had enough of all the frickin' earthquakes.
Granted the second one had caused the lock on my door to short circuit – thus allowing me to exit the room without much more fanfare.
I glanced down at my right arm.
Aki was in a duel. I didn't know how long it would last.
The hall that I was in was dark and empty. There were cracks in the wall and there was no telling what another earthquake would do.
Moments later, I felt like I jinxed myself somehow.
Just as I'd gotten to one of the lower levels, my mark flared particularly bright. My arm pulsed as my head was assaulted with…cries and screams – desperate and scared.
It was a summoning. A summoning of Immortals.
I gasped as I clutched my head – that was where the greater pain was.
Souls…people…something unnatural was happening, something other worldly – dark and menacing and suffocating.
Lights, so many lights were being consumed by the Darkness.
Somehow I was seeing the unseen and I was…hearing so much.
I think I blacked out for a full 5 minutes. I did nothing but lie on the ground and feel and flounder. All of this…was detrimental to my health.
How was I expected to fight and defend if I ended up debilitated without even directly facing a Dark Signer?
I needed to find a way to cope. And soon.
The shaking of the building renewed full force and to my immense relief, the pressure in my head abated slowly, but surely.
But my troubles weren't over.
The building was collapsing. I needed to get out.
I knew that the twins would somehow get out – Himuro was with them and I trusted him to do what needed to be done.
"H-help," a weak moan sounded from the rubble not far from me. How…fortunate I had been – that while I was quasi-incapacitated, whatever pieces of stone, concrete that fell didn't fall on me.
I carefully rose from my position on the floor. I made sure that I was steady on my feet before slowly making my way over to the rubble. There was a gaping hole in the ceiling above. Had someone fallen through? And survived?
I became stoned faced at what I saw.
It was Divine…and he was trapped.
The right side of Divine's body was almost completely under the pile of large stones.
And there was blood, his blood.
Huh, I never saw many scenes like the one before me when I had been watching from the other side.
"Help me," he groaned, his voice strained and raspy. I doubted that he could see me. I doubted that he could see just who he was requesting aid from.
Aid. Help.
'Should I help him?'
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I…really didn't want to. It's not that I didn't see a reason to – any 'decent' human being would save him, regardless of what he'd done…right? As many would say – a life no matter how it was lived was still a life.
Then again…
I gazed at the man's partially crushed form once more. Then again, my moral compass had become particularly skewered these days.
My gaze narrowed and I scowled as I thought of his gross misdeeds. It was so easy to get mad (understatement) at this man.
"I can't say that you don't deserve this." I heard myself say aloud. It was as if his sins were catching up to him.
He deserved to be as he was now. And…was this not his destiny?
And who was I to play Kami? Who was I to meddle?
'Hypocrite.' My own mind hissed.
I smiled crookedly. "I guess I'm not as morally sound as I make myself out to be." I was talking to myself more than anybody else really.
Perhaps that girl from that other life would have thought differently and would be doing differently.
But I wasn't quite that girl any more now was I?
"Goodbye…Divine."
With that I turned and ran.
Misty watched – one part apathetic, two parts sympathetic – as the young girl stumbled to the ground. She had no doubt remembered all that she had done when she had availed herself to be used by her new found powers.
Misty thought that she had done the world a favour. If Carly hadn't gotten rid of Divine, Misty herself would have.
The lives of many people were now better because of the blight's removal.
Misty smirked to herself – just as many more lives would be better once she finally lynched the Black Rose Witch.
But to the matter at hand.
Carly.
The girl wasn't as easily accepting of her destiny as she had been. The girl's broken spirit called out to her own.
"Carly," she began as she walked towards the fallen girl, "This is all your destiny."
'The sooner you accept it the better.'
"You were chosen, just as we were."
Misty watched as a tear-stricken face peered up desperately at her.
"Chosen?"
Misty found herself smiling. Carly reminded her so much of him.
"Yes, we have won the favour of the God of Death. The moment Death came to visit you, you wished with all your might not to die –"
'Just as I had.'
"– Those gods have granted our wishes."
The tears that spilled from Carly's eyes increased as she registered what Misty was telling her. Misty crouched to her level, holding the girl's gaze as she did so.
"We are no longer residents of this world."
"N-no!" Carly choked out. "I-it's not true!"
Misty watched as she wept and sobbed and bawled. She placed a comforting hand on her shoulder.
"It's a lot to take in right now, I understand," she spoke softly, "But give it time, you too will soon realize – your destiny."
Before Misty could say another word, Carly jumped into her embrace, wrapping her arms around her as mournful sobs racked through her body.
Misty hummed under her breath as she petted Carly's hair.
"There, there Carly," Misty soothed the girl, even as she heard the tell-tale sign of a chopper hovering closer and closer to their position on the roof.
She continued to pet Carly's hair even as she heard his footsteps get closer and closer.
The person paused a few feet away from them. "Misty-sama, we need to leave now."
"I'm…going to take Carly under my wing," Misty answered instead.
She turned her head to her left and smiled softly at her companion.
"You'll help me…won't you Yoshi-kun?"
Magenta irises within black sclera stared back at her.
"Of course, Misty-sama."
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That which was…is no more.
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