Deus ex Machina(formerly Broken Melody)
{Machine of the Gods}
Chapter 12
Everything Sucks
"I know, everything sucks yeah. I know, everything sucks, whoa…" Everything Sucks- Reel Big Fish- Turn the Radio Off!
OK, so I changed the title. Maybe it will attract more reviewers… anyways, you'll forgive me. I could not think of a thing for the song quote, but hey! I guess it goes with Antonia… I used to like her, but now, for some reason, I don't. Maybe because she's just plain psycho. Whatever, who cares…
Oh, Deus ex Machina is a phrase in Latin that means machine of the gods. See, in Latin, the adjective comes first. It's a phrase used to describe the ending of the film- how everything is solved. A Deus ex Machina ending has a new character, new-found ability, or sudden twist in the protagonist or the antagonist to make everything work out to be perfect. Think Sailor Moon or Bandits, but that's stretching it. The 'Machine of the gods' part refers to the fact that whatever saves the character is perfect and indestructible. A movie without such an ending is resolved based on the character's wit, quick thinking, and strength. Think Die Hard. John used the tape to save his ass. I'm using this in a later part of the story. I think.
Please review. I appreciate all the reviews that I got when I was writing this and Chapter Thirteen but hadn't posted them Chapter thirteen is still in the works.
QUESTION: Should I shorten my chapters ad post more frequently, or keep them long and post when they're finished? If I shortened them, I would probably have a weekly update-schedule again. Review and tell me!
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Indigo sat straight up in bed, her hair brushed back into a ponytail. Her face was devoid of any emotion, though she had taken care to cover up her many bruises with make-up. Her back rested lightly against the headboard of the hospital bed, and her hands were folded in her lap. The doctors stood in front of her, droning on and on about how she was still far too weak to return to school.
"I am returning to school tomorrow," she told them firmly. "Nothing you can say or do will stop me."
Her refusal to do what they wanted shocked the doctors. They were used to stubborn patients, but Indigo did not want to remain in bed, it seemed. She simply wanted to get on with her life. She wanted to pretend that nothing had happened; but what the doctors weren't telling her could change her life forever.
"But you've lost too much blood," a doctor tried to tell her. He was new, and this was her first day working with her, so he didn't know what she was like. She raised a delicate eyebrow and stared at him.
"And you have apparently lost too many brain cells," she told him scornfully, "Do I have to repeat myself yet again? If I have to, I will climb out that window to go back to school. And seeing as that would worsen my condition, I suggest you don't force me to resort to that."
Once again, her determination surprised them, but they knew there was nothing they could do.
"Your bodyguard will pick you up tomorrow morning." A doctor said after a minute of talking with the others. Indigo smiled.
"I knew I'd break you." The doctor glared at her. The others filed out of the room, muttering under their breath. But the doctor that had spoken stayed and looked at Indigo.
"You know you might get sick," he said, trying in vain to convince her to stay. She snorted and stared at him with a level expression.
"I have been sick plenty of times," she said delicately, dancing around the truth. "You can't scare me."
The doctor turned on his heel and walked out of the room without another word.
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Maron sat at her desk in school, pretending to pay attention. People kept on throwing sideways glances at her and whispering when she passed in the hallways. They passed notes about her, stared at her. It was like they were looking for any signs of mental insecurities. She walked from class to class with her head down, her hair hiding her face. She spoke to no one, and the only words she said that day were to the teachers, answering their questions. Indigo, despite all of her statements, did not show up for school. Chiaki didn't seem bothered by anything, and the girls kept on crowding around him and flirting, since Miyako was sick.
Maron tried to control her jealousy. She didn't even look at him, and, for the first time in weeks, focused fully on her schoolwork. Gymnastics practice was canceled that day, so she headed home to work on her homework, just in case there was a checkmate that night. Chiaki was slowed down somewhat by the girls chasing him. Eventually, he caught up with her and the other girls hid around the corner. He casually draped his arm over her shoulders and pulled her gently closer to him. The girls in the background all began sobbing and ran home to cry into their pillows.
"Did you do that because you wanted to or to make them cry?" Maron asked him, and for once she didn't smack him or run off.
"A little of both," he said, grinning childishly.
And they walked to their apartments, talking and laughing. Later, Chiaki was in his apartment, trying to do his homework for once, and his phone rang, for once.
"Hello?" he asked as he picked it up.
"Hi, Chiaki, this is Indigo," Indigo said. "I was wondering if you could do me a big favor…" she trailed off.
"What do you want?" he asked her with a sigh.
"Could you drive me to the airport tomorrow?" she asked him. "Today's Friday, so you don't have school…" she trailed off again. She seemed to be doing a lot of that.
"I can't drive," he told her scornfully. "Besides, are you planning on leaving?" he asked her.
"Damn." She said in reply to his statement. "No, I'm not going anywhere. Someone's coming here." She told him, and the happiness in her voice became apparent.
"Who?" he asked, unable to hide his curiosity. She ignored his question.
"Well, could you ask Dad for me? He'll say yes to you but no to me," she asked him, pleading slightly now. He gave up.
"Fine, fine, I'll ask Dad, but if you buy a ticket to France, I'll tell Dad and he'll probably follow you." He warned her.
"Idiot," she muttered, and hung up on him. He shrugged, and called Kaiki.
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The next day, Indigo waited outside the apartment building, and a driver-person drove up. He stared at her outfit, even though she was dressed in Japanese street fashion; wearing loose black boots, black knee-high socks, pink fishnets, a denim skirt with a pink frill at the bottom, a black belt with fake stones in it and a pink silk rose attached, a black shirt with a pink outline of a girl, pink baggy arm-warmers, a black choker, and huge pink hoops. She glared at him and slid into the backseat.
"The airport, please," she said, and nervously tugged up her boots. The rest of the drive went by in silence. When they arrived, she opened the door, stepped out, and on second thought leaned back in.
"Wait here," she told the driver, and he nodded mutely. She walked briskly through the crowds to a certain area, and waited with the other people. She began singing an American song under her breath.
"It's been a long time since I've been close to you, it's been a long time since I've been sad, it's been a while since I've really spent time with you, wish I could take back the times that I had. The only thing that you ever really did for me is made me oh so miserable…" she trailed off at the glare of some adult, but when they turned their back, she flipped them off with both fingers, holding them out for lots of people to see. After that, not many people bugged her.
Finally, passengers off the plane began walking slowly out. One tall, black-haired boy caught Indigo's eye. She ran toward him, ignoring the glares of the people she pushed aside. She threw herself at him in a huge hug, and then pulled back to look at him.
"You've gotten taller, jerk," she said jokingly, and slapped his shoulder playfully. He grinned at her.
"Even with those boots on, I'm still taller than you," he told her triumphantly. They walked off, talking, with his arm wrapped protectively around her waist. They got his luggage, and went over to the car. They slid in, and Indigo told the driver to take them, not back to the apartment building, but to the hospital. He said nothing, and didn't even nod, but took them there. They stepped out, and Indigo told the driver he could go, they would walk back. He didn't nod, just drove off as soon as he could. Indigo shook her head, her blue pigtails smacking the boy, Cameron, in the face.
They walked, hand in hand, into the building, and then Indigo dragged him up to Kaiki's office. She knocked feebly on the door, her former good mode disappearing into an anxious manner.
"Come in," Kaiki called, his voice muffled by the thickness of the door. Cameron reached over and swung the door open, and the couple stepped in. Kaiki looked up in surprise. Indigo and Cameron sat down in the chairs in front of his desk.
"This… probably looks… weird." Indigo said slowly, casting about in her mind to find the right words.
"No shit, Sherlock," Cameron muttered under his breath, and she elbowed him in the ribs sharply.
"I'm inclined to agree with… him," Kaiki said, trying to see if he could guess Cameron's name.
"Dad, this is Cameron," Indigo said, took a deep breath, and continued. "He's my boyfriend from France. Well, he's from America, but he lived there when I did." She told him.
"Why didn't you tell me?" Kaiki asked his daughter accusingly.
"It's a really long story," she told him honestly. "Though I'm assuming you want to know, so I'll tell you. I guess it all started when…" she trailed off.
And for the first time, she told her story.
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Projeter and Omega readied themselves. It was almost dark, and through their obsidian balls, they had seen Indigo and the boy return home. All three kaitous were preparing themselves for a battle that some sense had told them was about to occur. Omega bared her fangs, and said something in a strange language to her sister, and then they left their caves. After they left, a messenger sidled up to Marianna cautiously.
"Madam," he whispered to her, "Projeter and Omega are our strongest forces." He told her, and she looked at him quizzically.
"What do you mean?" she snapped at him.
"Well, in those centuries they were locked away, they trained. And Jean-Paul just killed our special forces. They're all we've got left." He told her.
In an indescribable rage, Marianna stabbed the messenger through with her claws, ripping them out of his corpse and stabbing him over and over again, until his body was little more that bones, blood, and a few shreds of skin. Then she ripped out his heart, and threw it with that same rage at the stone wall. It splattered, staining the wall with blood as the few remaining shreds slid down onto the ground. The demons watching all hurried out of the room as Marianna cursed Jean-Paul's existence and soul.
Meanwhile, Projeter and Omega were preparing for their challenge today. They strapped long-swords to their hips and tied daggers to their shoulders and thighs. Omega struck a fighting stance, then slowly curled her left leg up so her foot was resting on her slightly bent right knee. One of her arms was bent so that her wrist was curved in front of her, but her other arm was curled above her head. Her eyes twinkled like dark stars beneath her black bangs, and suddenly, a green beam of waving light grew between her hands so she was holding a beam of magic between her hands. Her leg dropped and her arms fell down so they were held right in front of her. She floated into the air, her head tossed back limply. Suddenly, the light died, and her limp form fell to the ground with a sick thud. Projeter ran to her sister's side, but it was in vain.
There was no point trying to talk to Omega because Omega wasn't alive anymore.
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This chapter is supposed to raise questions; how did Omega die? How did Jean-Paul get away? I'm tossing this weird idea around in my head, but I don't think I'll actually put it in the story. Just to let you know, Indigo has many secrets. Lots of them. There is more to come, including another kidnapping, Indigo becoming possessed again, and a spiff(or shit)-tacular fight scene.
Baaah. Damn you Otoneil. Damn you for knowing how I feel and not giving a fuck. Damn you for fucking up the perfect shield I had put around myself to fucking protect myself to what happened. Now my life sucks and I don't give a fuck. Why not? Because you don't give a fuck about me.
God. I'm miserable. Why do you have to have that perfect smile that lights up your fucking beautiful face and makes you look like some sort of… perfect angel? Fuck. There isn't a fucking point. Why? Because you will never fucking feel the same. For once in my life, I am fucking resisting summer. Three fucking months without him… what the hell am I supposed to do? I don't even have his fucking phone number!
Now, please fucking review. My arm hurts enough from those damn scratches, and Alyssa's starting to get suspicious. Plus I haven't been eating lunch. Err, right. Yeah. So fucking review before I become fucking anorexic.
-The Tourniquet. And, to those that e-mailed me, I'm sorry that I haven't replied. If you're reading this, I would like you to know that Hotmail let me log in ONCE, then I had to get off and it wouldn't let me log in agan.
As a warning: one week in August I will be in Mexico. Three days after we get back from that, I will be on a three-day vacation with my family again. I will not have access to any computers in Mexico, and I will have severely limited access on the second trip. So, I won't do much writing in August, I just wanted you to know.
I appreciate all the reviews I got, and all those people who don't know me but are helping me work through this. Thank you.
(and yes, the rating *is* going up after that. Right. Indigo has a mouth not unlike my own, so. Mhm. Right.)
