Eternal Night
Rated: R
By Lynn Osburn
DISCLAMER: All characters present are the property of Disney. They have
been used without permission and I SWEAR to you I am making no money off of
this. If I was making money do you really think I'd be writing a fanfic for
crying out loud?? The lyrics presented are property of the Goo Goo Dolls
and I am making no money off them either. In fact I spend money on them!!!!
TRENT REZNICK FOREVER!!!!!!!!! The song Iris is from their album Dizzy Up
The Girl. This is a rewrite of Admittance which was the first Mozenrath
story I ever wrote!! I finally decided to redo it thanks to the inspiration
I received from Dessy Markova who was kind enough to do several pictures
inspired by my first fanfic. Her artwork will be included in the re-write
which will be printed on my web-site at
I would like to warn people that
NC-17 means that this is unsuitable for children under the age of 17(even
though when I first wrote this I was 15) and that if you do not like what
you read, there is a back button highlighted in blue at the top of your
screen. Go back to the PG section.
Because fanfic.net is horrible about italics and bold and such...
~shall represent a characters thoughts~
: shall represent a dream or vision:
CHAPTER ONE
And I'd give up forever to touch you
'Cause I know that you feel me somehow
You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be
And I don't want to go home right now It was as though he'd awakened from a long sleep only to find that he was still trapped deep within a nightmare. He could not recognize the place he was in, nor did he recognize the hand wrapped firmly around his own tiny fingers. Dark colors swirled together in his eyes, making it impossible to look around and see who held him. "Where am I?" he yelled out loud, used to being a vocal child. ~You are with me child. Be silent and you may survive this encounter.~ The voice the spoke inside his head was feminine and commanding. There was an undertone to the voice that he automatically didn't like. His instincts told him to rebel, and like most children, he obeyed. "I want my momma!" he screamed out, twisting and flailing about angrily. "Put me down now! Momma!" He yelled and balled up his tiny fists, hitting out at whatever it was holding him. A hiss tore through the air and his under-senses warned him. He ducked expertly, and he felt the air swoosh as he narrowly missed the hit. The hand still gripped him firmly, refusing to let go. A slick feeling was running down his palm and even though it hurt, it was making it difficult for his captor to keep a hold on him. The little boy twisted his arm and wrenched free, running off into the abyss of dark colors. He heard someone make a sound that reminded him of a drowning cat and began to run faster. Even at such a young age he was fast, but it was hard to tell if he was even running. The colors refused to stop swirling around him, making him feel boxed in and afraid. It wasn't the dark that scared him. His momma had told him that the dark isn't scary if you know what's in it. But that was the problem. There was nothing in the darkness, nothing but noises and a feeling of insecurity. He wished he had his bear to snuggle up to. Determined not to settle down, he ran in what he hoped was a different direction. The colors closed in on him, tightening up like a rose bud. He tried another way and was once again cut off. "Lemme go!" he took his small fists and tried to hit the world around him. Instead of making contact, he swung as air and fell on his face. ~At least that means there's a floor~ he though and rubbed his cheek. He heard something growl softly. It wasn't the kind of growl you heard from a puppy or anything nice. This was a growl from something looking for someone. He could feel it straight down to his bones. He was being hunted for. He crouched down, wondering if the darkness would hide him from them as well as it hide everything else from him. Two luminescent yellow eyes appeared, followed by a huge sulking form that dragged it's knuckles like a gorilla. Thick fur covered it's body as it's huge ears fanned out wide and it tilted it's head to the side, listening. He didn't even dare to gasp at it's sight. He was smart enough to stay silent and still. He kept his breath even and calm. Terrified shivering always gave you away. Dagger shaped teeth poked out from it's enlarged jaw and it sniffed the air. He heard a deep, reverberating sound, almost like an evil purr, and ran the second he saw those hateful yellow eyes lock onto him. There was no growling or snarling. Just a clawed hand that picked him up as though he was weightless and sniffed him like a piece of meat which might have gone bad. The eyes narrowed and clutched him tight. He kicked and would have bitten if the fur didn't smell like mothballs. "Bring me that wretched brat!" The voice wasn't in his head this time, but it was just as loud. The clawed hand dropped him at the foot of a woman wearing a red dress with gold trim. "You...you had better take care that you do not become more trouble then you are worth!" He felt small claws rake his neck threateningly. "Now...what is your name?" "My name..." He hesitated. His mother had told him never to tell a stranger his name. The problem was, he couldn't remember his name. "My name..." There was a contented purr from above him. "And...where are you from little one?" The silk hand lifted up his chin gently and he stared into green eyes. "I'm from...somewhere green." He fought hard to remember it. He could remember waterfalls and green fields all around him. He fought to bring back into his mind the while marble pillars and...and what. He couldn't remember. He felt himself start to panic. The purr grew louder. "What about a family? Do you have a family anywhere?" she was enjoying this immensely. He didn't want to give her the satisfaction, but he didn't know anything else to say. "I don't know." He answered honestly. His momma had told him to always be honest... Wait! If he had a momma, then he must have a family! "I do! I do have a family! At least I've got a mother!" he said firmly and set his chin in a stubborn line. A his erupted from the green eyed lady. The locks of thick black hair on his head were seized and he yelped as they were pulled back. "Listen to me you stubborn brat!" He could feel those eyes burrowing into his. There was nothing but hatred there. Hatred and dark magick. His parents had warned him about magick like that. They had warned him about the bad feeling that was now making his spine arch as he stared into the woman's eyes. "You have no family. They abandoned you to me. Forget them!" Her voice said every sentence like it was simple truth and he was a fool for not having realized it. "No! Thats not true! I have a family!" He shouted, as if by volume he could make her go away. "Then what are their names?" she said in that cajoling voice of hers. "Umm...I...I-I-I.." He felt those eyes pierce something deep inside him. Slowly, the memories of the lush green land didn't seem so real. It felt like a dream you could only half remember from the night before. The kind you tried so hard to remember, and the harder to tried, the harder it was to remember. "I can't remember." He said in a far away voice. "Thats because they never existed. I created you." She said firmly. "My name is Mirage... your mother." He felt doubt well up in his mind. Mothers weren't like this. Mothers hugged you and kissed you and gave you spankings when you were bad. This person wasn't a mother. "How do you know? You can't remember your mother. How do you know I'm not her?" The Mirage whispered sweetly in his ear. He felt a warm tongue caress his cheek in what felt like maternal affection. "Don't deny your momma." He smiled. Maybe she was his momma. But still, his stubborn mind rebelled. "Than what's my name?" "Name?" she said questioningly. "If your my momma, what's my name?" The doubts became firmer again and the green eyed woman bit her lip, like trying to remember something. "Wroth... no... Morzan... Mozenrath!" she exclaimed suddenly. "Your name is Mozenrath." "Mozenrath?" he tried the name out on his tongue. It sounded right. It felt right when he said it. "Mozenrath." He said with more confidence. "Yeah. Yeah I think thats my name." little Mozenrath clung happily to his 'mothers' knees. He felt the muscles there tense automatically, like she was uncomfortable with this, and looked up. "What's wrong momma?" He could see her face clearly now, and didn't seem at all surprised by the cat features. "Nothing darling. Do you know where we're going?" little Mozenrath shook his head. "I'm going to take you to a magick man who's going to teach you all sorts of wonderful spells. And mommy wants you to behave and do what he tells you to okay?" Mozenrath nodded and smiled happily again. "Okay."
'Cause I know that you feel me somehow
You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be
And I don't want to go home right now It was as though he'd awakened from a long sleep only to find that he was still trapped deep within a nightmare. He could not recognize the place he was in, nor did he recognize the hand wrapped firmly around his own tiny fingers. Dark colors swirled together in his eyes, making it impossible to look around and see who held him. "Where am I?" he yelled out loud, used to being a vocal child. ~You are with me child. Be silent and you may survive this encounter.~ The voice the spoke inside his head was feminine and commanding. There was an undertone to the voice that he automatically didn't like. His instincts told him to rebel, and like most children, he obeyed. "I want my momma!" he screamed out, twisting and flailing about angrily. "Put me down now! Momma!" He yelled and balled up his tiny fists, hitting out at whatever it was holding him. A hiss tore through the air and his under-senses warned him. He ducked expertly, and he felt the air swoosh as he narrowly missed the hit. The hand still gripped him firmly, refusing to let go. A slick feeling was running down his palm and even though it hurt, it was making it difficult for his captor to keep a hold on him. The little boy twisted his arm and wrenched free, running off into the abyss of dark colors. He heard someone make a sound that reminded him of a drowning cat and began to run faster. Even at such a young age he was fast, but it was hard to tell if he was even running. The colors refused to stop swirling around him, making him feel boxed in and afraid. It wasn't the dark that scared him. His momma had told him that the dark isn't scary if you know what's in it. But that was the problem. There was nothing in the darkness, nothing but noises and a feeling of insecurity. He wished he had his bear to snuggle up to. Determined not to settle down, he ran in what he hoped was a different direction. The colors closed in on him, tightening up like a rose bud. He tried another way and was once again cut off. "Lemme go!" he took his small fists and tried to hit the world around him. Instead of making contact, he swung as air and fell on his face. ~At least that means there's a floor~ he though and rubbed his cheek. He heard something growl softly. It wasn't the kind of growl you heard from a puppy or anything nice. This was a growl from something looking for someone. He could feel it straight down to his bones. He was being hunted for. He crouched down, wondering if the darkness would hide him from them as well as it hide everything else from him. Two luminescent yellow eyes appeared, followed by a huge sulking form that dragged it's knuckles like a gorilla. Thick fur covered it's body as it's huge ears fanned out wide and it tilted it's head to the side, listening. He didn't even dare to gasp at it's sight. He was smart enough to stay silent and still. He kept his breath even and calm. Terrified shivering always gave you away. Dagger shaped teeth poked out from it's enlarged jaw and it sniffed the air. He heard a deep, reverberating sound, almost like an evil purr, and ran the second he saw those hateful yellow eyes lock onto him. There was no growling or snarling. Just a clawed hand that picked him up as though he was weightless and sniffed him like a piece of meat which might have gone bad. The eyes narrowed and clutched him tight. He kicked and would have bitten if the fur didn't smell like mothballs. "Bring me that wretched brat!" The voice wasn't in his head this time, but it was just as loud. The clawed hand dropped him at the foot of a woman wearing a red dress with gold trim. "You...you had better take care that you do not become more trouble then you are worth!" He felt small claws rake his neck threateningly. "Now...what is your name?" "My name..." He hesitated. His mother had told him never to tell a stranger his name. The problem was, he couldn't remember his name. "My name..." There was a contented purr from above him. "And...where are you from little one?" The silk hand lifted up his chin gently and he stared into green eyes. "I'm from...somewhere green." He fought hard to remember it. He could remember waterfalls and green fields all around him. He fought to bring back into his mind the while marble pillars and...and what. He couldn't remember. He felt himself start to panic. The purr grew louder. "What about a family? Do you have a family anywhere?" she was enjoying this immensely. He didn't want to give her the satisfaction, but he didn't know anything else to say. "I don't know." He answered honestly. His momma had told him to always be honest... Wait! If he had a momma, then he must have a family! "I do! I do have a family! At least I've got a mother!" he said firmly and set his chin in a stubborn line. A his erupted from the green eyed lady. The locks of thick black hair on his head were seized and he yelped as they were pulled back. "Listen to me you stubborn brat!" He could feel those eyes burrowing into his. There was nothing but hatred there. Hatred and dark magick. His parents had warned him about magick like that. They had warned him about the bad feeling that was now making his spine arch as he stared into the woman's eyes. "You have no family. They abandoned you to me. Forget them!" Her voice said every sentence like it was simple truth and he was a fool for not having realized it. "No! Thats not true! I have a family!" He shouted, as if by volume he could make her go away. "Then what are their names?" she said in that cajoling voice of hers. "Umm...I...I-I-I.." He felt those eyes pierce something deep inside him. Slowly, the memories of the lush green land didn't seem so real. It felt like a dream you could only half remember from the night before. The kind you tried so hard to remember, and the harder to tried, the harder it was to remember. "I can't remember." He said in a far away voice. "Thats because they never existed. I created you." She said firmly. "My name is Mirage... your mother." He felt doubt well up in his mind. Mothers weren't like this. Mothers hugged you and kissed you and gave you spankings when you were bad. This person wasn't a mother. "How do you know? You can't remember your mother. How do you know I'm not her?" The Mirage whispered sweetly in his ear. He felt a warm tongue caress his cheek in what felt like maternal affection. "Don't deny your momma." He smiled. Maybe she was his momma. But still, his stubborn mind rebelled. "Than what's my name?" "Name?" she said questioningly. "If your my momma, what's my name?" The doubts became firmer again and the green eyed woman bit her lip, like trying to remember something. "Wroth... no... Morzan... Mozenrath!" she exclaimed suddenly. "Your name is Mozenrath." "Mozenrath?" he tried the name out on his tongue. It sounded right. It felt right when he said it. "Mozenrath." He said with more confidence. "Yeah. Yeah I think thats my name." little Mozenrath clung happily to his 'mothers' knees. He felt the muscles there tense automatically, like she was uncomfortable with this, and looked up. "What's wrong momma?" He could see her face clearly now, and didn't seem at all surprised by the cat features. "Nothing darling. Do you know where we're going?" little Mozenrath shook his head. "I'm going to take you to a magick man who's going to teach you all sorts of wonderful spells. And mommy wants you to behave and do what he tells you to okay?" Mozenrath nodded and smiled happily again. "Okay."