Chapter 19 Raissa's return (By the way, Jacques is their other brother. I made him up.)
Rachel hummed, and danced around her room. She hummed an old lullaby that Raissa sang to her, Stanton, and Jacques; and strangely, she still knew it by heart. It always made her happy whenever she heard it. But she didn't need to get happy, she was happy. She had finally made her decision. She loved Collin. She sighed at the thought, and fell onto her bed. The last time she found out she was in love, she was remorseful.
She figured that she and Ben couldn't be together, but she didn't want to think about one of her loves gone wrong. Not now that she found new love. 'How marvelous.' Gerard said. Her brows pinched in anger, and she sat up, ready for anything. 'What are you talking about?' 'I think I just found out the way to get Stanton to cross Jimena over. If you'll excuse me.' Suddenly, she fell into the world of slumber.
A blink. A few more blinks. "Angel?" I look up. Is it mommy? "Mommy?" "No, Rachel, it's me." I pretend I know. "Hello." Smile. "Angel, you're delusional." Who? Who? Who? Owl? Who? "Rachel!" "Waah!" Rachel fell off the bench. She looked up, and her eyes widened. There was Raissa, a holographic image. "I'm not a hologram." She said sternly. Rachel blinked. Realizing what had just transpired, she groaned.
"If that happens again I'll shoot myself!" Raissa laughed; a sweet voice, filled with song. Rachel rose to her feet, and studied her. A long, red dress with purple trails of fabric on the sleeves. Her eyes were a dark chocolate, and her hair was curling black, hanging under her breasts. She already recognized the kindness in her eyes, the love in her heart. It was Raissa! "Raissa!" Rachel said breathlessly, and hugged her.
Raissa hugged back comfortingly. "Rachel You have just done something horrible." Rachel drew back, and listened. "Just now, Gerard took control of your body, and blackmailed Stanton." She nodded. "But, he blackmailed him with Cassandra." Rachel's eyes widened. "Why her?" "Because Gerard knew that she was important to both you, and Stanton. So...as we speak Stanton is going through his life change."
They looked up. A barely noticeable cyan colored swirl illuminated the sky. Worry rocked through Rachel. "What am I going to do?" she asked Raissa desperately. Raissa smiled. "You know that mark on your hand?" Rachel nodded. "Well, that mark will save both you, and Jimena. Jimena hasn't been crossed-over in a basic way. Because of Gerard's vow for vengeance, she'll become an undead body with no soul.
"You must use that mark to free her, but you can't do it simply. It must be aimed at someone, then when the words are said, the light will save them." Rachel nodded. "But...I have a question, why does it hurt when I turn to shadow?" "Because when you're a shadow, it wasn't as easy for Gerard to stay in your body, so he had to battle your heart to stay inside of you." She nodded.
"So...wont it be easy for Stanton to beat this thing?" Raissa remorsefully shook her head. "Why not?" Rachel asked desperately. Raissa pointed to Rachel's lap. The flask rested between her thighs. "Oh no! I gotta go!" Rachel stood. "There's one more thing." Rachel looked at her impatiently. "Jimena is already at stage one. There's more than one way to achieve victory. Remember that." She nodded to her old master.
"As part of the top three, I can't help you." Not understanding completely, Rachel nodded, and ran off. She was only in the park, and she had to hurry. She couldn't turn into shadow, or let anyone see her, or else Gerard would realize she was up to something. She closed her eyes, and suddenly, another part of herself was revealed. A side that would save them all. She ripped off her glove, and ran, ready to fight.
Hiding behind to black fence, she peeked around the corner. Seeing no one, she ran for it. She clutched the flask to her heart. Time was running out. If she didn't get to Stanton now, he might perish forever. Suddenly, a hand grabbed her elbow. She turned around, and swung violently, then ran. It grabbed her again, and she shouted, "Let me go you bastard!" she fought mightily, but as she opened her eyes, all struggles ceased.
"Collin? What the hell are you doing?" He let go, but she didn't run. "Trying not to get killed by you!" She looked at his face, and found a large red mark by his eye. "Sorry but I'm in a hurry." She turned, and hurriedly walked. "Has Stanton crossed Jimena over yet?" She stopped dead in her tracks, and her eyes and mouth closed as tears gently pushed out of her eyes. Through a sobbing voice, she answered. "Yes."
She turned, ready to face his dismay. Instead, she met his lovely, warm, and sweet smile. "I was hoping you'd say that." Her shoulders dropped slowly, and she realized that Collin must have been entranced. In disgust with herself, she turned again. Before he could say more, she looked up at the new glow in the sky, colors of bright orange, dark blue, and black. Ignoring him, she quickly ran down the path to the beach.
The sand pushed it's way between her toes as she stumbled across the beach. Looking forward, terror struck her. Stanton was in the very center of the beach, a light blue swirl around his body. His eyes were empty, the blue glow now gone. The darkness above trembled the sky, and it filtered into the cyan colored swirl covering Stanton. "What the hell?" Collin said from behind her. Falling to her hands and knees, she wept.
The smell of death grew heavy on the air. She knew that she would lose at least one of the only two people she loved. Looking at Stanton's once brotherly loving, now empty face, then Collin's once handsome, now frightened face, she realized she couldn't bear losing either one. She would have to choose which one she could save. "Absum mind, Absum anima. Appello meus indolentia nunc." She recited, then instantly realized.
She stood up, faced one of the two blonde boys saying, "I love you." She tied the flask to her wrist. She gripped her other wrist, then pointed her palm at him. "Forgive me please." And then, she blasted him with the light. (I'll give you reviewers personal thank u's s in the nex chapter. Which i will never post. DON'T BREAK OUT THE PTICHFORKS AND TORCHES!!!!! AHHHHH!) *frantically runs from lil village people...Where'd those come from?
Rachel hummed, and danced around her room. She hummed an old lullaby that Raissa sang to her, Stanton, and Jacques; and strangely, she still knew it by heart. It always made her happy whenever she heard it. But she didn't need to get happy, she was happy. She had finally made her decision. She loved Collin. She sighed at the thought, and fell onto her bed. The last time she found out she was in love, she was remorseful.
She figured that she and Ben couldn't be together, but she didn't want to think about one of her loves gone wrong. Not now that she found new love. 'How marvelous.' Gerard said. Her brows pinched in anger, and she sat up, ready for anything. 'What are you talking about?' 'I think I just found out the way to get Stanton to cross Jimena over. If you'll excuse me.' Suddenly, she fell into the world of slumber.
A blink. A few more blinks. "Angel?" I look up. Is it mommy? "Mommy?" "No, Rachel, it's me." I pretend I know. "Hello." Smile. "Angel, you're delusional." Who? Who? Who? Owl? Who? "Rachel!" "Waah!" Rachel fell off the bench. She looked up, and her eyes widened. There was Raissa, a holographic image. "I'm not a hologram." She said sternly. Rachel blinked. Realizing what had just transpired, she groaned.
"If that happens again I'll shoot myself!" Raissa laughed; a sweet voice, filled with song. Rachel rose to her feet, and studied her. A long, red dress with purple trails of fabric on the sleeves. Her eyes were a dark chocolate, and her hair was curling black, hanging under her breasts. She already recognized the kindness in her eyes, the love in her heart. It was Raissa! "Raissa!" Rachel said breathlessly, and hugged her.
Raissa hugged back comfortingly. "Rachel You have just done something horrible." Rachel drew back, and listened. "Just now, Gerard took control of your body, and blackmailed Stanton." She nodded. "But, he blackmailed him with Cassandra." Rachel's eyes widened. "Why her?" "Because Gerard knew that she was important to both you, and Stanton. So...as we speak Stanton is going through his life change."
They looked up. A barely noticeable cyan colored swirl illuminated the sky. Worry rocked through Rachel. "What am I going to do?" she asked Raissa desperately. Raissa smiled. "You know that mark on your hand?" Rachel nodded. "Well, that mark will save both you, and Jimena. Jimena hasn't been crossed-over in a basic way. Because of Gerard's vow for vengeance, she'll become an undead body with no soul.
"You must use that mark to free her, but you can't do it simply. It must be aimed at someone, then when the words are said, the light will save them." Rachel nodded. "But...I have a question, why does it hurt when I turn to shadow?" "Because when you're a shadow, it wasn't as easy for Gerard to stay in your body, so he had to battle your heart to stay inside of you." She nodded.
"So...wont it be easy for Stanton to beat this thing?" Raissa remorsefully shook her head. "Why not?" Rachel asked desperately. Raissa pointed to Rachel's lap. The flask rested between her thighs. "Oh no! I gotta go!" Rachel stood. "There's one more thing." Rachel looked at her impatiently. "Jimena is already at stage one. There's more than one way to achieve victory. Remember that." She nodded to her old master.
"As part of the top three, I can't help you." Not understanding completely, Rachel nodded, and ran off. She was only in the park, and she had to hurry. She couldn't turn into shadow, or let anyone see her, or else Gerard would realize she was up to something. She closed her eyes, and suddenly, another part of herself was revealed. A side that would save them all. She ripped off her glove, and ran, ready to fight.
Hiding behind to black fence, she peeked around the corner. Seeing no one, she ran for it. She clutched the flask to her heart. Time was running out. If she didn't get to Stanton now, he might perish forever. Suddenly, a hand grabbed her elbow. She turned around, and swung violently, then ran. It grabbed her again, and she shouted, "Let me go you bastard!" she fought mightily, but as she opened her eyes, all struggles ceased.
"Collin? What the hell are you doing?" He let go, but she didn't run. "Trying not to get killed by you!" She looked at his face, and found a large red mark by his eye. "Sorry but I'm in a hurry." She turned, and hurriedly walked. "Has Stanton crossed Jimena over yet?" She stopped dead in her tracks, and her eyes and mouth closed as tears gently pushed out of her eyes. Through a sobbing voice, she answered. "Yes."
She turned, ready to face his dismay. Instead, she met his lovely, warm, and sweet smile. "I was hoping you'd say that." Her shoulders dropped slowly, and she realized that Collin must have been entranced. In disgust with herself, she turned again. Before he could say more, she looked up at the new glow in the sky, colors of bright orange, dark blue, and black. Ignoring him, she quickly ran down the path to the beach.
The sand pushed it's way between her toes as she stumbled across the beach. Looking forward, terror struck her. Stanton was in the very center of the beach, a light blue swirl around his body. His eyes were empty, the blue glow now gone. The darkness above trembled the sky, and it filtered into the cyan colored swirl covering Stanton. "What the hell?" Collin said from behind her. Falling to her hands and knees, she wept.
The smell of death grew heavy on the air. She knew that she would lose at least one of the only two people she loved. Looking at Stanton's once brotherly loving, now empty face, then Collin's once handsome, now frightened face, she realized she couldn't bear losing either one. She would have to choose which one she could save. "Absum mind, Absum anima. Appello meus indolentia nunc." She recited, then instantly realized.
She stood up, faced one of the two blonde boys saying, "I love you." She tied the flask to her wrist. She gripped her other wrist, then pointed her palm at him. "Forgive me please." And then, she blasted him with the light. (I'll give you reviewers personal thank u's s in the nex chapter. Which i will never post. DON'T BREAK OUT THE PTICHFORKS AND TORCHES!!!!! AHHHHH!) *frantically runs from lil village people...Where'd those come from?