part 5: Truth and Lies
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In the Locker Room
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Calliope turned, seeing Undertaker.
"Oh, shit," she exclaimed, sensing the evil Power on him. She put up a defensive energy wall between him and herself, protecting Kane and Ravyn in the process. The wall looked like amethyst, cut thin and illuminated.
"Impressive," Taker said, touching the wall with his hand, feeling the energy go through himself. Then his gaze turned to Ravyn. "Just a lost tourist? Lost in the locker room with my brother?"
Ravyn felt anger rise. Power, like the power she had risen and blased at Gangral, rose in her again. Kane's hand on her shoulder stopped her from using it.
"He'll absorb it," he explained. "You're not strong enough."
A lump rose in Ravyn's throat. She was scared, she was confused. She was overwhelmed by Kane. He wanted her help, he didn't want her help. He seemed so familiar to her, but he withdrew from her.
"Are you in love with my little brother?" Undertaker asked, a coy smile playing around his lips.
Ravyn gave him an angry look, raising her hands to blast him with Power, despite Kane's warning. She didn't have to. Heavynne appeared behind the dead man.
"Undertaker," her voice was quiet, slightly strained, as if containing a great deal of emotion. Peridot eyes were trained to his face, when he turned to look at her.
"Who are you?" he asked cockily, gesturing to the other women in the locker room. "You with them?"
"I'm with you," she replied quietly, moving quickly towards him, and placing her hands on either side of his face. It was like electricity hit her, surging between them. She saw him as she saw him in her dreams. He saw her as she was in the dreams. Glowing, light, moonlit hair and peridot eyes. An angel on earth. His angel.
Then he shok his head. "Is that the best you can do, litle girl?" he threw her from him, walking menacingly over her. Heavynne was cowering. Ravyn had never seen her sister so scared. Why wasn't she using magick?
Ravyn began to feel the panic well up into her throat, joining the knot that was already there. Undertaker raised his hands over Heavynne, and she could feel the dark energy he was raising. She didn't give it a second thought. She was out of Kane's grasp, through the magickal barrier, and launching herself onto Undertaker before anyone could react. The dark energy bounced off of the wall, missing Heavynne. Ravyn was holding onto Undertaker's shoulders, feeling as if she were going for a piggy back ride, until he swung her around and threw her to the floor.
Ravyn's head hit the concrete with a thud. blinding pain made it's way through her head, flashing lights behind her eyes. She could hear comotion around her, then Calliope yelled something in Greek, calling on Hekate. Then she blacked out.
* * *
"Ravyn!" Kane's voice sounded more concerned than he had thought it would. But he stopped caring as he saw her hurtle through the other witch's magickal barrier, towards his brother. He knew she was dead. She had to be. Undertaker was far more powerful than her, in physical strength and magic.
But the blonde witch recovered, blasting Undertaker with pure green energy, summoned from the sky. The purple eyed witch then called out "Goddess Hekate, I inovke thee, send me your Power!" A small daggar found it's way from her pocket, slicing her hand open to bleed upon the ground. Power was everywhere. Dark female Power. And it was aimed at Undertaker. He disappeared, like he always did when it got too rough. Of course, that wasn't often.
Kane was awed by these women's power, but his first concern was Ravyn, who was laying motionless on the floor after her head hit it when Undertaker threw her off his back.
"Hospital," he grunted to the blond witch. She shook her head.
"My apartment," she told him. "Can you carry her?"
He could, but he wasn't sure he wanted to. He was uncertain about these witches. Not about their loyalty, or their kindness, but about whether they couild hold up against the Ministry of Darkness. He looked at Ravyn on the floor, picked her up, letting her fall across his arms, one across her back and one beneath her knees. She didn't even make a noise, but shen he leaned forward, he could hear her breathing, although it was weak.
He followed the witches to their building, up the elevator and into the apartment in silence. He didn't expect to stay, but Ravyn awoke for about two seconds to ask for him.
Heavynne smiled at him. "Can you stay? I think she is worried about you."
He nodded, settling into an easy chair that seemed to be made for midgets, and watching as the two witches gathered herbs and crystals.
"There's no bleeding, but she could have internal damage," Calliope was holding a bloodstone over Ravyn's head. The stone was changed to a clear quartz. She sighed a sigh of relief. "No internal damage either."
kane repressed his sigh, as much for himself as for the witches. If he started to worry about this witch, if he started to lose his hold on his emotions, he was done for. He'd end up back in the nut house, where Paul Bearer had extracted him from three years ago.
He watched in disdain as they spread herbs over Ravyn's head, wrapping it in a warm damp towel, and let her rest. when the towel cooled, they removed it, and when the herbal pastes dried, they brushed it from her forehead and hair.
Finally, three housrs later, Ravyn opened her eyes.
***
She sensed him, sitting there for the three hours as her sister's treated her with herbs and crystals. She sensed his dislike of the magick they used. But he knew as well as her Craft sisters that they couldn't go to a hospital. The Ministry would find them too easily.
When the fog finally lifted, and she could wake up, Ravyn looked straight at him. She could see his blue-greeen eyes through the mask watching her. "Kane-" then she stopped. He was standing, walking towards the door.
"Don't leave me," she thought to him.
"I can't stay," his thoughts returned hers, in his raspy voice.
And he was gone. Ravyn blinked back tears, then looked at Heavynne.
"Well, so what did we find out about those two guys?" she asked, sitting up.
Calliope and Heavynne gave her Catplant tea to go to bed instead. She slept well, drifting from dream to dream until the next day.
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In the Locker Room
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Calliope turned, seeing Undertaker.
"Oh, shit," she exclaimed, sensing the evil Power on him. She put up a defensive energy wall between him and herself, protecting Kane and Ravyn in the process. The wall looked like amethyst, cut thin and illuminated.
"Impressive," Taker said, touching the wall with his hand, feeling the energy go through himself. Then his gaze turned to Ravyn. "Just a lost tourist? Lost in the locker room with my brother?"
Ravyn felt anger rise. Power, like the power she had risen and blased at Gangral, rose in her again. Kane's hand on her shoulder stopped her from using it.
"He'll absorb it," he explained. "You're not strong enough."
A lump rose in Ravyn's throat. She was scared, she was confused. She was overwhelmed by Kane. He wanted her help, he didn't want her help. He seemed so familiar to her, but he withdrew from her.
"Are you in love with my little brother?" Undertaker asked, a coy smile playing around his lips.
Ravyn gave him an angry look, raising her hands to blast him with Power, despite Kane's warning. She didn't have to. Heavynne appeared behind the dead man.
"Undertaker," her voice was quiet, slightly strained, as if containing a great deal of emotion. Peridot eyes were trained to his face, when he turned to look at her.
"Who are you?" he asked cockily, gesturing to the other women in the locker room. "You with them?"
"I'm with you," she replied quietly, moving quickly towards him, and placing her hands on either side of his face. It was like electricity hit her, surging between them. She saw him as she saw him in her dreams. He saw her as she was in the dreams. Glowing, light, moonlit hair and peridot eyes. An angel on earth. His angel.
Then he shok his head. "Is that the best you can do, litle girl?" he threw her from him, walking menacingly over her. Heavynne was cowering. Ravyn had never seen her sister so scared. Why wasn't she using magick?
Ravyn began to feel the panic well up into her throat, joining the knot that was already there. Undertaker raised his hands over Heavynne, and she could feel the dark energy he was raising. She didn't give it a second thought. She was out of Kane's grasp, through the magickal barrier, and launching herself onto Undertaker before anyone could react. The dark energy bounced off of the wall, missing Heavynne. Ravyn was holding onto Undertaker's shoulders, feeling as if she were going for a piggy back ride, until he swung her around and threw her to the floor.
Ravyn's head hit the concrete with a thud. blinding pain made it's way through her head, flashing lights behind her eyes. She could hear comotion around her, then Calliope yelled something in Greek, calling on Hekate. Then she blacked out.
* * *
"Ravyn!" Kane's voice sounded more concerned than he had thought it would. But he stopped caring as he saw her hurtle through the other witch's magickal barrier, towards his brother. He knew she was dead. She had to be. Undertaker was far more powerful than her, in physical strength and magic.
But the blonde witch recovered, blasting Undertaker with pure green energy, summoned from the sky. The purple eyed witch then called out "Goddess Hekate, I inovke thee, send me your Power!" A small daggar found it's way from her pocket, slicing her hand open to bleed upon the ground. Power was everywhere. Dark female Power. And it was aimed at Undertaker. He disappeared, like he always did when it got too rough. Of course, that wasn't often.
Kane was awed by these women's power, but his first concern was Ravyn, who was laying motionless on the floor after her head hit it when Undertaker threw her off his back.
"Hospital," he grunted to the blond witch. She shook her head.
"My apartment," she told him. "Can you carry her?"
He could, but he wasn't sure he wanted to. He was uncertain about these witches. Not about their loyalty, or their kindness, but about whether they couild hold up against the Ministry of Darkness. He looked at Ravyn on the floor, picked her up, letting her fall across his arms, one across her back and one beneath her knees. She didn't even make a noise, but shen he leaned forward, he could hear her breathing, although it was weak.
He followed the witches to their building, up the elevator and into the apartment in silence. He didn't expect to stay, but Ravyn awoke for about two seconds to ask for him.
Heavynne smiled at him. "Can you stay? I think she is worried about you."
He nodded, settling into an easy chair that seemed to be made for midgets, and watching as the two witches gathered herbs and crystals.
"There's no bleeding, but she could have internal damage," Calliope was holding a bloodstone over Ravyn's head. The stone was changed to a clear quartz. She sighed a sigh of relief. "No internal damage either."
kane repressed his sigh, as much for himself as for the witches. If he started to worry about this witch, if he started to lose his hold on his emotions, he was done for. He'd end up back in the nut house, where Paul Bearer had extracted him from three years ago.
He watched in disdain as they spread herbs over Ravyn's head, wrapping it in a warm damp towel, and let her rest. when the towel cooled, they removed it, and when the herbal pastes dried, they brushed it from her forehead and hair.
Finally, three housrs later, Ravyn opened her eyes.
***
She sensed him, sitting there for the three hours as her sister's treated her with herbs and crystals. She sensed his dislike of the magick they used. But he knew as well as her Craft sisters that they couldn't go to a hospital. The Ministry would find them too easily.
When the fog finally lifted, and she could wake up, Ravyn looked straight at him. She could see his blue-greeen eyes through the mask watching her. "Kane-" then she stopped. He was standing, walking towards the door.
"Don't leave me," she thought to him.
"I can't stay," his thoughts returned hers, in his raspy voice.
And he was gone. Ravyn blinked back tears, then looked at Heavynne.
"Well, so what did we find out about those two guys?" she asked, sitting up.
Calliope and Heavynne gave her Catplant tea to go to bed instead. She slept well, drifting from dream to dream until the next day.