Author's Note: Umm…(no, not the author, I'm just stalling) I'm feeling better now, God is good.
Listen to Limp Bizcuit, Rearranged when reading the medical lab part, and it really sets the mood ^-^
Dedicated To: Sarina Fannel
Wish
Chapter six: Love and Hate
'YOU'RE the one with hots for Dilandau! And all that other crap you accused me of when I thought you were just my subconscious was really YOUR feelings!'
"They were yours too, girl!" She yelled back, seeming to like the sound my voice had in the small room when I was mad.
'ME in love with him! He's a freak! Did you see that scar on his face! I won't even go out with guy who has too many pimples!!!' If I could pace and flail my arms, I would, but she understood. When you're sharing the same body, feel the same things, and literally know every thought that passes through each others mind, I find you can get the point across pretty well.
"Ha! What about Chesta! I find those men appealing because they can fight, but you like them because they have muscles and a tight ass!"
'Yea…so?!' What was her point?
"My point is the fact that you and I used to be different, completely, yet now you are becoming more like me. I saw the way you stared at him this morning at breakfast! You want to fight Dilandau as much as I do – to test his abilities!!!" Somehow I sighed.
'Let me refresh your memory – YOU CONTROL MY EYES! I can't stare at him…only YOU can. And if wanting to fight Dilandau means I'm getting more like you, then why did you spend thirty minutes in front of the mirror this morning brushing my hair. Because you think its pretty! Pretty! Snake girl thinks my hair is PRETTY!' If she could slap me, she would've.
"Don't call me snake girl!" I felt bad for enraging her so – she was like a young child in a sense, new to the world. My feelings of remorse quickly quieted our verbal/mental fight.
I stared through her eyes at my face in the mirror, she kept my eyes focused on the details, allowing this small novelty of seeing myself. I looked the same, for some reason that was a comfort, I glanced down at my neck, it was frustrating when my arms didn't lift like I wanted them to. Colubra unbuttoned the top button and let me see the small reminder of my life before Gaia, the small tattoo stood out against my pale skin. Colubra was about to comment but she was interrupted by a knock on the door.
The guard unlocked it before we could reach for the handle, Folken stepped into view, how long had he been standing outside? Did he hear our seemingly one-sided fight? He gave us a once over then stared us in the eye, 'He thinks we're nuts, Sara.'
'I noticed.'
"Are you alright?" He didn't seem to care about the yelling fit I had just had with myself. When Colubra nodded, he smiled shortly, "Good." Then left.
'That was odd.' I commented. Colubra agreed. 'Hey.' An idea came into my head and Colubra knew it and agreed before I could even form the words to describe it. We dressed, in my plain black pants and a thin blue t-shirt, and headed out. 'I wish that nothing would go wrong, I really want this to work.' I spoke quietly, I really wanted some answers, and so did Colubra.
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I think my room door was supposed to be locked, but it hadn't been since Folken had stopped in. The guard wasn't there either, luck I supposed. I sneaked down the quiet hallways of the Friggin Flying Fortress (I had dubbed it that because I didn't like it and that's how I described things I didn't like – they were Friggin – it's a very simple concept). There was no one about, I passed by a few of the young men from the fight yesterday, but they didn't seem to notice me, or maybe they just ignored me. Finally I found the medical lab, surprisingly it hadn't taken that long – through trail and error I had found the large series of rooms and hallways.
I walked down the main hall, the smell of sterilized everything and death. It made me uneasy the feeling of excitement that sent chills through my body when I smelt fresh blood. I spurred the thought from my mind. I crept along quietly, focusing on the technique that Colubra knew, to be completely silent when walking. Toe, heel, toe, heel. There were very few nurses on duty, and the ones that were didn't notice me. Even the guards seemed not to ignore me,
'You're good, Colly.' I said praising her stealth.
'Don't call me that.' She thought. We both smiled inwardly. Finally we saw him.
'Dr. Friggin Carsio jerk face loser big up nasty head JERK head loser!!' Colubra smirked, even without my knowledge, she knew that that was a pretty weak dis.
'We don't even know if Carsio did it.' She commented sensibly, I dismissed that fact.
Colubra straightened and walked up behind the doctor. Her adrenaline running through my veins.
'Don't hurt him.' I chided and my face spread into a smile. She lifted my arm and whipped the doctor around, he had been marking papers and they spewed on the ground.
"Wha- what are you doing here!" With firm determination I raised my arm to his neck and slammed his body against the wall. I lifted his body with strength I didn't know I had a few inches off the ground. Carsio mumbled something about not being able to breathe.
"We need answers, and you will provide us with them." Carsio's eyes widened and he proceeded to nod as vigorously as he could despite the circumstances. I dropped him.
"It's taken control!" He said staring at me with fear and remorse from the flow.
"You had something to do with this?" I shouted at him as loud as I could without drawing attention from the many other medical personnel and more importantly guards in the building.
"No! I can't say anything! They'll kill me!" He huddled on the floor, his middle aged body shaking. He reminded me of my father.
I came over and placed my booted foot on his head grinding his face into the floor. Colubra's instincts and anger took over, I just watched like a spectator, having no say in what my body did at all. I cried inwardly at the image I had to watch.
"DO YOU THINK I WON'T!?" I screamed in anger, she was feeding off his fear, and enjoying it. My emotions had been amplified into pure rage. I pulled my foot off the man's head and grabbed him by the collar, hoisting him up to the standing position, but his knees were too weak to support him. I noticed out of the corner of my eye my bulging arm muscles as I supported his entire weight with my right arm.
"DO YOU KNOW WHAT I AM!" I screamed in his face, his eyes were shiny and looked like he was crying. I was also, inside, but Colubra's demoness was in control still. With all my heart I wished she would just let him go. 'Let him go!' I managed to yell at her. The voice screaming in her head finally distracted her enough to drop him. He pushed himself as far away from me as he could, cowering against the wall that had the indent of his back in. I noticed the redness on his cheek.
'What are you doing! We had him!' Colubra fought back silently at me in my head.
'Not like this! Not like this!' * I yelled back. Colubra stopped.
'Yes. This is how it will be.' She responded coldly.
'What about this morning! This isn't you! Remember? You're like me! I wouldn't do this!' I begged.
'No, I serve Him. He would do it this way. You are not a variable in this equation anymore.' She blocked me out and focused her attention back to the now crouching form at the wall. During our conversation, Colubra hadn't noticed him reach to a tray and lift a razor sharp scalpel off the ledge. He now gripped it firmly behind his cloak. She cocked my head in puzzlement at his new confidence.
"What's behind the coat, doc?" He didn't move, his eyes locked with mine, I continued to look down at his arm, non-fearing anything with so little potential for strength. But he didn't need strength he had the element of surprise. With one swift movement I stepped forward to pull his arm from behind his back, but he had switched hands, I hadn't noticed because the inner fight had distracted me. He dug the scalpel with all his might into my stomach and ripped outward. I stood back - gaping from the pain, my mouth hung open. I raised my hands to my shirt, it was soaked with blood. I lifted it, the warm thick liquid spilling over my hands. I stumbled a few steps back as I saw the blood, everywhere, all over my clothes, my hands, on his hands. I looked back at him as my eyes fluttered from another wave of pain.
"You'll die for this." I stated.
The last image I saw was his face, and felt the hands of guards and doctors lifting me off the ground.
Ya, well…hope ya like it. =D
[GOD IS GOOD…sooooo good to me.
This is the good life, I lost everything, I could ever want ever dream of.
This is the good life, I found everything, I could even need, here in Your arms.
Good good life, good, good, life.
Good good life, oh lord.
Audio Adrenaline 4 ever. ^-^ ] that was a personal note…
* Matrix quote by that girl that dressed white when everyone else wore black...Hehehhehehhehehheh ^-^