Warnings for:
Language
Drug references
Notations:
{thought}
\flashback/
[author insertion]
Chapter 6 |Promises Kept, Secrets Revealed|
When he woke, it was as if from a dream. His head hurt terribly, and, come to think of it, so did his hand. It took him a few moments to focus, but when he did, he found that his left hand was relatively well- bandaged.
{The hell happened to me? And where am I, anyway?}
"Ah, so you're finally awake. I was beginning to wonder."
She left the end of the sentence hang in the air, and he, too, wondered…at the implications of that remark.
"Huh? Who are you? What did you do to me?"
"Oh, you can't tell me you don't remember. Think about it. You will remember, eventually, even if you find that you'd rather not."
An all-too familiar sweet smile, but who was she? He still couldn't see her clearly in the darkness on the other side of the room. Where had the light gone? He thought he remembered a light in this room…
He looked at his hand again, staring hard at it, trying to remember. It wasn't long before he did. The falling, the shadow, the very couch he now rested on. The terrifying light-dark, both and neither. The winding, twisting way down, following the girl who had led him into darkness. The girl who had promised him something better, and given him just that.
"What was that? What did you give me?"
He wanted to know more about it, was desperate to know, the thing that had shown him which were both wonderful and terrible. Terrible, more than anything.
"Lysergic acid diethylamide. For short, LSD. How are you feeling? You startled me when you broke the light bulb and cut yourself."
"Oh. So that's what I did."
That would mean the shadow was – no, he didn't want to think about that just now.
"You have the most intriguing scream, you know."
As if the suggestion in that statement weren't blatant enough, she leaned in, a predatory look in those hazel eyes of hers. He smiled at her, reaching up to brush her hair out of her face. And got his second surprise of the day. She had pointed ears, remarkably similar to his own. Wait…no, something was wrong. Terribly wrong. Reacting automatically, he put out a hand to keep her from coming closer.
"Who are you? Tell me. Now."
"Well now, that's a nice way to treat someone who just gave you something for nothing."
"Fuck that! The hell is an Elf doing wandering the sewers, with drugs hidden away down here? It doesn't make any sense, and I demand to know who you are and why you're here!"
"And do I not have the right to ask the same of you? You, after all, were wandering the sewers as I was. In places you shouldn't have been, on top of that."
"Places I shouldn't be? And what gives you the right to go where I cannot?"
Whatever the answer to his question, he didn't get to hear it. As the hidden door of the room scraped slowly open, she granted him another of those sweet smiles of hers.
"Oh yes, my Elven prince, I kept my promise. I always keep my promises."
And as a fist came down on his head, he fell into darkness again.
Language
Drug references
Notations:
{thought}
\flashback/
[author insertion]
Chapter 6 |Promises Kept, Secrets Revealed|
When he woke, it was as if from a dream. His head hurt terribly, and, come to think of it, so did his hand. It took him a few moments to focus, but when he did, he found that his left hand was relatively well- bandaged.
{The hell happened to me? And where am I, anyway?}
"Ah, so you're finally awake. I was beginning to wonder."
She left the end of the sentence hang in the air, and he, too, wondered…at the implications of that remark.
"Huh? Who are you? What did you do to me?"
"Oh, you can't tell me you don't remember. Think about it. You will remember, eventually, even if you find that you'd rather not."
An all-too familiar sweet smile, but who was she? He still couldn't see her clearly in the darkness on the other side of the room. Where had the light gone? He thought he remembered a light in this room…
He looked at his hand again, staring hard at it, trying to remember. It wasn't long before he did. The falling, the shadow, the very couch he now rested on. The terrifying light-dark, both and neither. The winding, twisting way down, following the girl who had led him into darkness. The girl who had promised him something better, and given him just that.
"What was that? What did you give me?"
He wanted to know more about it, was desperate to know, the thing that had shown him which were both wonderful and terrible. Terrible, more than anything.
"Lysergic acid diethylamide. For short, LSD. How are you feeling? You startled me when you broke the light bulb and cut yourself."
"Oh. So that's what I did."
That would mean the shadow was – no, he didn't want to think about that just now.
"You have the most intriguing scream, you know."
As if the suggestion in that statement weren't blatant enough, she leaned in, a predatory look in those hazel eyes of hers. He smiled at her, reaching up to brush her hair out of her face. And got his second surprise of the day. She had pointed ears, remarkably similar to his own. Wait…no, something was wrong. Terribly wrong. Reacting automatically, he put out a hand to keep her from coming closer.
"Who are you? Tell me. Now."
"Well now, that's a nice way to treat someone who just gave you something for nothing."
"Fuck that! The hell is an Elf doing wandering the sewers, with drugs hidden away down here? It doesn't make any sense, and I demand to know who you are and why you're here!"
"And do I not have the right to ask the same of you? You, after all, were wandering the sewers as I was. In places you shouldn't have been, on top of that."
"Places I shouldn't be? And what gives you the right to go where I cannot?"
Whatever the answer to his question, he didn't get to hear it. As the hidden door of the room scraped slowly open, she granted him another of those sweet smiles of hers.
"Oh yes, my Elven prince, I kept my promise. I always keep my promises."
And as a fist came down on his head, he fell into darkness again.