Title: Girl
of Sgath
Author:
XxHyBriDk10
Chapter Seven:
Illusion
A/N: sorry if this chapter seems repetitive or something… I've written over a long period of days and I don't ever remember what I write L but thank you so so much for reading and reviewing! It's made me happy! J oh and I don't know Morgan's little power chant so… just warning you ahead of time!
Cal was holding hands with me. He wore a big smile, mine a small one. Flowers were surrounding us, the grass green and the flowers a wheat yellow. We were walking in this meadow, and nothing bad or evil was around. Not even Cal. There was no emotion here except joy. The ground was happy, the sky was spotted with clouds.
But a huge glowing ball of witch fir broke the sky and came crashing down on Cal. We stopped holding hands because he flew backwards into a wall. The scenery changed. A dark room with several lit candles and row after row of filled bookshelves. Selene's old library. Cal was against the wall, dying. I could feel his spirit leaving him.
My mind broke away and Hunter looked at me. I stood up and wiped away a tear at the movie that I had replayed so many times in my head already.
"Why did it only show us that? I mean, there has to have been more. Cal's alive, he must have seen more," I cried, throwing out my arms.
"Yes…but maybe he doesn't want to…" Hunter began but the door busted opened.
"Cal!" Medeva called. She was wearing something different than the last time I saw her. Her pants were black with red outlining, with one pantleg rolled up and her leg covered in fishnets. She wore a red tube top with a long sleeve overshirt that also looked like fishnets. It showed off how skinny she was, but she still looked prettier than anything I could pull off.
She walked towards us and before any of us could do anything, she screamed.
"I spell the house so Cal couldn't get out! Damn I should have spelled it so you two couldn't get in!"
She raised her arms and Hunter and I went flying into the wall behind Cal. Hunter lifted his hand and muttered something, but Medeva came even closer and deflected it somehow.
"Oh shut up!" she yelled at him. She took Cal's hand and pulled him up soothing him.
"Come on baby. Come on Cal." She took him away, but not before looking back at me and Hunter.
"Aah!" I screamed. It felt like a train was roaring in my head and Medeva was the conductor. Little whispers stung my brain like acid. It was the last thing I remembered before blacking out.
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I awoke feeling groggy and had a flashback to when Ciaran had captured me in New York. I was bound to a table again, my mind clouded like I was drugged. My eyes wondered the room to but found nothing and felt no one. But not for long.
Medeva entered the small black room, an evil smirk on her face.
"Where is Hunter, Medeva? Where is he?" I demanded.
Her smile didn't fade. "Don't worry, Morgan. I have no impression to kill either of you… yet." She pulled out a knife that glinted in the dark room and brought it to her mouth. She slowly paced to me. What was she going to do?…
Cal staggered into the room then, looking much healthier than when me and Hunter discovered him. Was he just acting?! Oh Goddess, why had we been so blind?!
"Hey baby," Medeva muttered, curling her hands around Cal's neck and kissing him. She still clutched the knife.
This was disgusting. "Why do you have us here, Medeva? Why is Cal still… alive?" I heard myself ask loudly. I didn't know why I did ask, but I did need to know the answers.
Medeva stopped making out with Cal, and turned to me. Her shoes made a soft click as she came to my face and still pointing the knife at me.
"You know I really hate you Morgan. You know that right?"
As hard as it was to acknowledge that, I nodded. And she laughed.
But then she came to an immediate stop when Cal began to speak. His eyes lit up, despise where they were looking. He was off in some kind of other world, looking like he was daydreaming.
"Morgan? Morgan are you there? I'm so sorry Morgan. Please forgive me. I was trying to save you."
Medeva stopped in her evil tracks and looked in Cal's direction.
"I never meant for you to be in the seomar that long. I was going to come back for you. Morgan, I'm so sorry!"
A wall in my mind began to crumble and fall. Had Cal actually meant to come back for me? That's what he was explaining right now. Was he really been just a pawn in Selene's game? I wondered that everyday when I still blamed myself for Cal's death. And a little part of me still did, still believed that it wasn't Cal that was evil.
"Cal, what did I tell you about talking about Morgan?" Medeva asked him the kind of sweet, sickly way that made me think she was going to punish him.
The imaginary light Cal had been looking at switched off and Cal's expression was horrified. I thought how weird it was that Medeva could strike such fear in him.
"That's right. We don't." Medeva's voice hardened and was so low I barely heard what she said. She got hold of her knife again and threw it across the room. It stopped less than an inch away from Cal's arm, but he still yelled in pain. His screams vibrated through the miniature room and rattled to my own ears. Cal slumped to the ground and the knife followed his arm, and began to shake uncontrollably. It still didn't touch his skin, but the knife's point, where it would really injure him if it went a foot further, started bleeding. At the tip, it was the darkest and leaked all over the blade, even falling off onto the floor, creating a small puddle of gore.
"Stop!" I shrieked. "What are you doing to him!?" My feet finally wanted to break out of their prison. They were kicking and squirming along with my wrists, but they just got pink with frustration. "Stop!" I tried again. "You're hurting him!"
Ai an dai ai allai
Ai an dai ai allai
But before I could build and call up my power, the dagger fell the ground with a silence shattering clang. Cal quickly crawled out of the room, clutching the arm that had something done to it.
My eyes moved back to Medeva. She was staring out the door to the shadowy hallway. I could pick up on no emotion. Just camera flashes of dark and grotesque pictures.
Medeva picked up the athame once more.
"Now it's you turn!"
