Chapter 16: Rose's Thorns
part II
The fields were lined with white flowers. Clover flowers and beautiful. The craggy cliffs of London brought on the gray morning mist. Rose looked out the window with her small bloody hand. She was shaking. She turned and saw it. His body. The blood was oozing. Still coming out.
He was hurting them. He killed them. ((weeping)) why? He killed mommy. He killed a part of me.
Rose stepped out into the hall with her bare feet. He had punched her and drug her by her hair. He had gotten the family's sword and tried to stab her. In his drunken haze he had sliced through her long black hair. She had screamed. Rose relived as she walked back to the study. She had run and grabbed another sword. Her master had taught her well. She jabbed the sword through her father in the east wing, doing as many times as possible. They were to have lords and ladies come over today. She would be tried for murder and rightly accused. Rose sat by the fire and stared into it with wet cheeks. The portrait of her mother hung above the fireplace. He had killed her too. Rose laid on the floor and clutched the two most important books in her life. Her diary and The Dragoon Campaign. Rose started to sniffle and cry. She closed her eyes and went to sleep. She was a murderer. She would never live without such truth riding on her shoulders.
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Rose, you can't do everything half ass!
I know. I try. I'm only ten.
Don't talk back to me! You're brother knows how to clean his room and do his homework and he's younger than you! You have no right to talk back! Go to your room.
Yes, ma'am.((I'm not my brother.))
Where the hell do you think you're going?
Momma told me to go to my room.((What does Dad want now?))
After the shit you pulled today? Oh hell naw! You punched that little girl! This time yer gonna get a hell of a beating!
Yes sir.((but she had hit me first. And my brother.))
Don't ever talk back to your mother!
Yes, sir.
Why can't you be like your siblings? You're always stuck on that stupid game! I'll throw it in the trash! Or better yet, I'll smash it! Now go to your room and stay away from your brother and sister!
Yes ma'am.
((the sound of something crashing on the ground three floors below.))
What did I do? I didn't do anything!((the sound of flesh smacking against flesh.))
Don't you dare lie to me! Your sister told me how you took the car for a joy ride last night!
But I can't even Drive! I don't know how!((a sound of a yell as someone grabs my hair))
Don't talk back to yer mother!
Yes sir.((It wasn't me. I saw her leaving last night as I was playing my game. My sister lied.))
Merry Christmas!
Hey, Aunt Peggy!!
Hey! How's Rose doing? I want to give her her present before I head back to Cali.
She's grounded. But up in her room.
Hi, Aunt Peggy.((my door closes))
Hey. I got you another version of your favorite game. And another Console. Here's the strategy guide!
Thanks! I love you Aunt Peggy.((Peggy leaves. Parents start to fight when I come down to eat))
And you told her all about the other game console didn't you?
Answer your Mother!
No ma'am.
Damn liar.((smack))
Go to your room. When you leave in the morning I don't wanna see your face.
I walked up and shut the door. I sat on my bed and curled into a ball. I could feel that welcoming darkness filter me and fill my soul. I would lay there for hours at a time and dream of that world. Some dreams would be like those dark horses children have. Some would be the terrors that adults can have. But I welcomed them all the same. They were my solace. I remember the feeling of wings along my back and protective scales along my skin. It gave me this welcomed feeling. Just like I belonged in this shadow of a world.
A dream. Was that where I belonged?
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Zeig held Rose in his arms, kissing her lovingly. She had had a nightmare. Something that stirred her and grated on her nerves. He did his best to calm her down. Being in Ulara, they should have at least felt a little safe. But these were troubling times. And you always had to be on guard. He looked into her eyes and saw a crime placed there. The first man she had ever killed. And he knew it haunted her. She just wasn't ready to tell. But it would grow. And it would consume her.
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"You're still alive." said a familiar voice. I looked up to see Rose sitting there in front of me. "And so is he. That Wingly can't die unless you do it right. You have to kill him with your heart. Didn't I tell you?"
I tried to nod. She sighed in exasperation.
"Get up and try again. This time you're extremely weak, but I'm sure you can do it. Maybe not kill him, but buy enough time for you to find the rest of the Dragoons before he starts raising his army again."
I tried to sit up. My body felt like lead.
"Go on, I'll help you up, okay? And then try to use the Dark dragoon to its fullest power. You might have some company soon"
She walked to me and flicked my head.
"And tell Zeek SOMETHING in the least."
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I looked up to the sky. Was the dream over? I moved my eyes over to Michael's body. He was getting to his feet. Oh yeah. It was time to work. I tried my best to move and get up as well. The pain in my stomach, though, kept making me sick. I stood. Both of our wings were soaked in the rain. He flew off to a spire along the wall. I went to one across from his. We stayed like that for a while. I decided to try to make use of Rose's advice.
I looked at him for a moment and calmed every raging fire within me. But I felt the pain. The darkness of it. And the call to create more from this death. I felt dark again. And full of desire for death and life afterwards. I smiled and felt it rush through me. That was it. I had to kill him to create more. I stretched my body, wounds suddenly healing. I looked to him as my wings grew and my eyes getting sharper. In my hand, my sword pulsed.
Give me blood. Give me Death in order to give me life.
I laughed and launched. He tried to hit my side. I dodged him. He gasped at my feat as I swirled in the air and wrapped my legs around his waist. I kept a hold of him as he started to fall from midair. My sword was being jabbed through his torso but his sword couldn't go through my scales. I laughed again. He tore at me and then knocked my sword from my hands. I growled and sunk my teeth into his flesh and tore. He screamed and became something else. His nails scratched my bared skin and thrashed at my face. I drove my fingers into his spine and tried to paralyze him. He screamed and created a portal right where we fought. He threw me away and sunk into it. I tried to chase him but then a voice called to me.
Damn girl. She should have never made it this far. One of Soa's. . . .
I fell to the ground and stood for a moment. I heard a yell through the walls. The door flew open with stone gargoyles pouring in. grounded my teeth together as I prepared for the fight out of here. And then half of them were consumed in a great flame. Zeek came forth, his body covered in scales and dragoon armor. His wings were like red beacons with the veins flowing through them. I smiled at him and joined the fight.
- - - -- - - - - -- - - - - -- - - -- - -- - - --- -- - - -((yup. Ants in a line.))
Well, that was the second part. Weird, yes I know. But it's all muddled together for a good reason. I just haven't figgured it out yet. Well see you agian! At the end of Chapter seventeen. Roses Thorn's part three. Since Zeek came to her rescue maybe he does have feelings? Or will he be his usual prick self and completely blow it? Especiallly . . . when something really HOt happens between the two.((is totally hiding something AGAIN!))
part II
The fields were lined with white flowers. Clover flowers and beautiful. The craggy cliffs of London brought on the gray morning mist. Rose looked out the window with her small bloody hand. She was shaking. She turned and saw it. His body. The blood was oozing. Still coming out.
He was hurting them. He killed them. ((weeping)) why? He killed mommy. He killed a part of me.
Rose stepped out into the hall with her bare feet. He had punched her and drug her by her hair. He had gotten the family's sword and tried to stab her. In his drunken haze he had sliced through her long black hair. She had screamed. Rose relived as she walked back to the study. She had run and grabbed another sword. Her master had taught her well. She jabbed the sword through her father in the east wing, doing as many times as possible. They were to have lords and ladies come over today. She would be tried for murder and rightly accused. Rose sat by the fire and stared into it with wet cheeks. The portrait of her mother hung above the fireplace. He had killed her too. Rose laid on the floor and clutched the two most important books in her life. Her diary and The Dragoon Campaign. Rose started to sniffle and cry. She closed her eyes and went to sleep. She was a murderer. She would never live without such truth riding on her shoulders.
- - - -- - - -- - -- - - -- - - -- -
Rose, you can't do everything half ass!
I know. I try. I'm only ten.
Don't talk back to me! You're brother knows how to clean his room and do his homework and he's younger than you! You have no right to talk back! Go to your room.
Yes, ma'am.((I'm not my brother.))
Where the hell do you think you're going?
Momma told me to go to my room.((What does Dad want now?))
After the shit you pulled today? Oh hell naw! You punched that little girl! This time yer gonna get a hell of a beating!
Yes sir.((but she had hit me first. And my brother.))
Don't ever talk back to your mother!
Yes, sir.
Why can't you be like your siblings? You're always stuck on that stupid game! I'll throw it in the trash! Or better yet, I'll smash it! Now go to your room and stay away from your brother and sister!
Yes ma'am.
((the sound of something crashing on the ground three floors below.))
What did I do? I didn't do anything!((the sound of flesh smacking against flesh.))
Don't you dare lie to me! Your sister told me how you took the car for a joy ride last night!
But I can't even Drive! I don't know how!((a sound of a yell as someone grabs my hair))
Don't talk back to yer mother!
Yes sir.((It wasn't me. I saw her leaving last night as I was playing my game. My sister lied.))
Merry Christmas!
Hey, Aunt Peggy!!
Hey! How's Rose doing? I want to give her her present before I head back to Cali.
She's grounded. But up in her room.
Hi, Aunt Peggy.((my door closes))
Hey. I got you another version of your favorite game. And another Console. Here's the strategy guide!
Thanks! I love you Aunt Peggy.((Peggy leaves. Parents start to fight when I come down to eat))
And you told her all about the other game console didn't you?
Answer your Mother!
No ma'am.
Damn liar.((smack))
Go to your room. When you leave in the morning I don't wanna see your face.
I walked up and shut the door. I sat on my bed and curled into a ball. I could feel that welcoming darkness filter me and fill my soul. I would lay there for hours at a time and dream of that world. Some dreams would be like those dark horses children have. Some would be the terrors that adults can have. But I welcomed them all the same. They were my solace. I remember the feeling of wings along my back and protective scales along my skin. It gave me this welcomed feeling. Just like I belonged in this shadow of a world.
A dream. Was that where I belonged?
- - -- - -- - - -- - -- - - - - -- - - - - --
Zeig held Rose in his arms, kissing her lovingly. She had had a nightmare. Something that stirred her and grated on her nerves. He did his best to calm her down. Being in Ulara, they should have at least felt a little safe. But these were troubling times. And you always had to be on guard. He looked into her eyes and saw a crime placed there. The first man she had ever killed. And he knew it haunted her. She just wasn't ready to tell. But it would grow. And it would consume her.
- - - -- - -- - -- - - - - ----- - - - -- - - - -- - - - --
"You're still alive." said a familiar voice. I looked up to see Rose sitting there in front of me. "And so is he. That Wingly can't die unless you do it right. You have to kill him with your heart. Didn't I tell you?"
I tried to nod. She sighed in exasperation.
"Get up and try again. This time you're extremely weak, but I'm sure you can do it. Maybe not kill him, but buy enough time for you to find the rest of the Dragoons before he starts raising his army again."
I tried to sit up. My body felt like lead.
"Go on, I'll help you up, okay? And then try to use the Dark dragoon to its fullest power. You might have some company soon"
She walked to me and flicked my head.
"And tell Zeek SOMETHING in the least."
--- - - - -- - - - -- - - -- - - - - - - - - - -
I looked up to the sky. Was the dream over? I moved my eyes over to Michael's body. He was getting to his feet. Oh yeah. It was time to work. I tried my best to move and get up as well. The pain in my stomach, though, kept making me sick. I stood. Both of our wings were soaked in the rain. He flew off to a spire along the wall. I went to one across from his. We stayed like that for a while. I decided to try to make use of Rose's advice.
I looked at him for a moment and calmed every raging fire within me. But I felt the pain. The darkness of it. And the call to create more from this death. I felt dark again. And full of desire for death and life afterwards. I smiled and felt it rush through me. That was it. I had to kill him to create more. I stretched my body, wounds suddenly healing. I looked to him as my wings grew and my eyes getting sharper. In my hand, my sword pulsed.
Give me blood. Give me Death in order to give me life.
I laughed and launched. He tried to hit my side. I dodged him. He gasped at my feat as I swirled in the air and wrapped my legs around his waist. I kept a hold of him as he started to fall from midair. My sword was being jabbed through his torso but his sword couldn't go through my scales. I laughed again. He tore at me and then knocked my sword from my hands. I growled and sunk my teeth into his flesh and tore. He screamed and became something else. His nails scratched my bared skin and thrashed at my face. I drove my fingers into his spine and tried to paralyze him. He screamed and created a portal right where we fought. He threw me away and sunk into it. I tried to chase him but then a voice called to me.
Damn girl. She should have never made it this far. One of Soa's. . . .
I fell to the ground and stood for a moment. I heard a yell through the walls. The door flew open with stone gargoyles pouring in. grounded my teeth together as I prepared for the fight out of here. And then half of them were consumed in a great flame. Zeek came forth, his body covered in scales and dragoon armor. His wings were like red beacons with the veins flowing through them. I smiled at him and joined the fight.
- - - -- - - - - -- - - - - -- - - -- - -- - - --- -- - - -((yup. Ants in a line.))
Well, that was the second part. Weird, yes I know. But it's all muddled together for a good reason. I just haven't figgured it out yet. Well see you agian! At the end of Chapter seventeen. Roses Thorn's part three. Since Zeek came to her rescue maybe he does have feelings? Or will he be his usual prick self and completely blow it? Especiallly . . . when something really HOt happens between the two.((is totally hiding something AGAIN!))