Just a short one folks but I wanted to put it in somewhere so here it is.
Chapter 35 – And I broke the mirror
"You are quite sure?" The voice rasped from the shadows.
Elsa smiled. "Quite sure Master, I told the black ranger that only the green one could destroy the monster, I know he fell for it and so did she."
"Good." Mezagog sank back in his chair with a satisfied sigh. "She will search the Acanthid out and being as she is already weakened the fight will not last long."
"You are sure she was listening?" Zeltrax asked skeptically.
"Yes," Elsa snapped. "She thought I hadn't seen her round the corner of the building but she was there. Even if she hadn't been it is likely the black ranger will now guess her identity and would have told her. The plan was flawless."
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He was cold in this darkness, no light and no comfort. It was frightening to feel nothing around, like he was alone in the universe like he could drop off the edge and never stop falling.
This was like his nightmares, like the feelings they produced; the cold, the silence in the dark and the unending loneliness. Was this darkness in his soul, was this what was inside of him?
"Still here? Still fighting the truth?" the voice was familiar, a voice he heard every day…but he couldn't place it and couldn't speak to ask. That echo of familiar laughter, that taunting and mocking tone inside of his soul, freezing his heart.
It was still dark as it had always been, he was sure of that, but now he could see; could see the endless dark space around him, but that one pale and source less light made all the difference.
He was moving, the feel of wind that brushed across his face like a caress and his body was floating on it like it was happening somewhere outside of him. But always dark, still in the dark.
"Tommy."
"Tommy, Tommy. Still with us?"
Back to the cold and the echoing voice. He found his own. "Us?"
"Me and you Tom." The voice faded into the darkness. "Indivisible. Brothers."
"Jason?" The question was tentative.
The laughter was loud and grated on his ears, but it faded gradually as though its owner was leaving. "But I'm still here." The voice made him whirl round; it had been a whisper right by his ear. "I'm always here. Why don't you take a look?"
He turned back to find a tall mirror which seemed to be the source of the faint glow, it shone like light on the water in summer so that it seemed white and smooth like ice. He stepped forwards slowly, unsure why he felt compelled to do as the voice suggested and afraid of what might happen if he did.
Light, blinding in its intensity and the warmth rolled over him like a wave. He wanted to stay because it felt safer there but safety meant he could sleep and someone was calling his name, calling him back; but to where?
It was nothing, just a mirror and he stared back at himself; a figure against a black background, with tousled spikes and large dark eyes.
"There I am." A whisper at his ear again.
The mirror exploded, shattered into a thousand pieces of light and then all was dark…
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She had dropped him off at Hayley's, left him on the doorstep and rang the bell; waiting in the bushes for the inevitable cry of alarm and surprise. The light had flooded across the yard, blinding; frightening and inviting all at the same time but now she wanted the darkness and a place to hide.
She had left the car by the road, she didn't have the energy to drive; she could only imagine crashing because she needed sleep and everything kept going dark. The urgency that had kept her going was gone now, it had gone with Tommy but the blood on the side of her face reminded her that she kept a little piece of him with her.
She tried teleporting but she was so tired that the journey came in small bursts; there was the road and then her street, empty and quiet. Her stairs in the dark. She vaguely remembered pulling herself up them with every muscle protesting and leaving a trail of red droplets on the carpet like spilled ink.
The moon was bright and painted her world silver and red, everything was pure sensation; she had to catch herself on the door to her bedroom and felt the cold paint beneath her fingers. She had staggered and swept her hand over the wall leaving a smudged print in red, but a wall couldn't save her.
She was falling. She didn't hear the sound of a breaking mirror; simply fell to the floor in a scatter of red beading and silver shards that glinted in the moonlight…
A/N See short and dramatic with a weirdly SinCity theme at the end with the red white and black. Like I said I just wanted to put it in somewhere and it was too long to just slot into another chapter, besides it's only for dramatic effect. Oh, and you're probably wondering how Grace is still alive after all the blood she's been losing lately. Well earlier when she was doing her shopping you may have noticed she bought noodles and vodka; I maintain that these are a good substitute for blood! Or if not simply a nice meal with some fun afterwards! xxx