Sorry for not updating. Yeah. Got this chappy half done, and then realized
it totally sucked. Canned it, got it half done again. Pretty good this
time, but on Valentines night I got sick. Literally. Threw up 5 times and
then I felt like I was hit by a truck. Painkillers also didn't work at all.
Got back to school, had to do a family tree in 2 days instead of a week.
Social studies report due March 24. Have to begin language arts project
Tuesday on Drama, all the choices stink. Progress report had a note that I
was missing some papers I have to make up Monday. Writers block. Halfway
through FF10-2 and got Final Fantasy Chronicles last week.
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"Sorry for tying you up, Catalina." Says the King. I imagine him burnt to a crisp. Very pleasant image. Unfortunately, nothing happens. "It was the only way we could keep you from hurting someone." Oh, I'll hurt someone alright.
The queen is in the chair the traitor was sitting in. It's now the one closest to me. The incompetent fool sits in front of her, on the floor. "We just have to convince you somehow that what we're doing is for the best, that we're trying to help you."
Words burst from me reluctantly, "Yeah right. I'm stuck in a prison. Some help." Try as I might, I can't keep my silence any longer.
"If you weren't in the prison, you'd hurt others." Comes the quiet voice of the dragon fright.
"We've already told you repeatedly: We aren't going to hurt you. Why won't you believe us?" Comes the voice of the maniac queen. I don't answer. Instead I continue to glare fire at the crap at her feet.
The shit looks back at me, eyes steady. "Because she doesn't trust anything she can't be sure of unless she has no choice, kupo. When she first trusted me, kupo, she had no choice. I think she suspected for a time that I'd tell anyone I saw if she didn't, kupo." Since when does he know me so well?! I-I never even HINTED about any of that? "It wore off after the first two days, kupo, but probably not again. Even though, Catalina," Oh, so he's addressing ME now?! "Kupo, it's for the best."
"Well, Catalina, why are you so suspicious? Care to tell us?" NO. I don't care to tell you. My struggles increase against the chain. I swear I will NOT rest until I've personally rung that little imps neck. I won't tell you anything unless it's say it or die. Period.
"She won't say anything unless there's absolutely no choice, kupo, or no way for her to hold her temper otherwise." Ok. I KNOW I never even HINTED about any of that. How did he figure it out?
The king chuckles. "So if we want to know anything we have to get you so mad you can't control yourself? Fine. Just as long as you don't bust the chains in the process." Oh believe me, the chains will be the first things to go.
"Catalina, what we're trying to get through your thick skull is that we're not going to hurt you. We just want to know why you killed those people. Were you threatened?" This is the queen. No one else could be so moronic. "Was someone going to hurt or kill you if you didn't? Why did you do that?" Shut. Up. NOW. I continue glaring at the idiot ball of fluff sitting at the queens feet.
He looks back at me, eyes steady, then gets up and flies up and closer to me until he's at eye level. This close I can see something in my eyes that scares the crap out of me even worse: Pity and sympathy. I look down, glaring murder at my knees. Not because of the pity, not because of the pity or sympathy. But because of the kindness radiating from him like heat.
Trickery. The traitor might believe that what he did- and what he's doing- is for the best, but it isn't and it never will be. He's been too mesmerized by the 'heroes' presence to raise any objections, too stuck on the idiotic beliefs drilled into him. The others are trying to break me by any means necessary. And there's no way I will be broken. There's no way I can be broken. Period.
"Catalina, kupo, I'm sorry, kupo, but this is for the best even if you don't think so. Kupo, you can't run around killing people. You just can't."
"Drop dead." The words burst out of my mouth on their own accord, defying my struggles to be silent. "Go to hell."
"Catalina, look. We just want to know some things about you. Why did you kill all those people?" This is the king.
Gee, I dunno. What do you THINK?!
"We don't know what you're thinking; that's the whole problem." Oh crap. I spoke out loud.
The traitor is in range, he's hovering right in front of my face, taunting me, and me arms are held fast by these stupid stinking things so I can't get him... how long will it take these things to break? Hmmm.
"Don't care to talk at all?" Comes the question. The queen. I glare fire at her. The king sighs.
The chains on my arms break. I grab for the traitor, but he's flown out of my reach.
"Apparently not." States the king. Grabbing my arms, he holds them while the Queen unties me. Together, they haul me to my prison while the stinking traitor hovers out of reach.
They lock me in and lower me down. I'll kill him soon. I swear it.
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"Sorry for tying you up, Catalina." Says the King. I imagine him burnt to a crisp. Very pleasant image. Unfortunately, nothing happens. "It was the only way we could keep you from hurting someone." Oh, I'll hurt someone alright.
The queen is in the chair the traitor was sitting in. It's now the one closest to me. The incompetent fool sits in front of her, on the floor. "We just have to convince you somehow that what we're doing is for the best, that we're trying to help you."
Words burst from me reluctantly, "Yeah right. I'm stuck in a prison. Some help." Try as I might, I can't keep my silence any longer.
"If you weren't in the prison, you'd hurt others." Comes the quiet voice of the dragon fright.
"We've already told you repeatedly: We aren't going to hurt you. Why won't you believe us?" Comes the voice of the maniac queen. I don't answer. Instead I continue to glare fire at the crap at her feet.
The shit looks back at me, eyes steady. "Because she doesn't trust anything she can't be sure of unless she has no choice, kupo. When she first trusted me, kupo, she had no choice. I think she suspected for a time that I'd tell anyone I saw if she didn't, kupo." Since when does he know me so well?! I-I never even HINTED about any of that? "It wore off after the first two days, kupo, but probably not again. Even though, Catalina," Oh, so he's addressing ME now?! "Kupo, it's for the best."
"Well, Catalina, why are you so suspicious? Care to tell us?" NO. I don't care to tell you. My struggles increase against the chain. I swear I will NOT rest until I've personally rung that little imps neck. I won't tell you anything unless it's say it or die. Period.
"She won't say anything unless there's absolutely no choice, kupo, or no way for her to hold her temper otherwise." Ok. I KNOW I never even HINTED about any of that. How did he figure it out?
The king chuckles. "So if we want to know anything we have to get you so mad you can't control yourself? Fine. Just as long as you don't bust the chains in the process." Oh believe me, the chains will be the first things to go.
"Catalina, what we're trying to get through your thick skull is that we're not going to hurt you. We just want to know why you killed those people. Were you threatened?" This is the queen. No one else could be so moronic. "Was someone going to hurt or kill you if you didn't? Why did you do that?" Shut. Up. NOW. I continue glaring at the idiot ball of fluff sitting at the queens feet.
He looks back at me, eyes steady, then gets up and flies up and closer to me until he's at eye level. This close I can see something in my eyes that scares the crap out of me even worse: Pity and sympathy. I look down, glaring murder at my knees. Not because of the pity, not because of the pity or sympathy. But because of the kindness radiating from him like heat.
Trickery. The traitor might believe that what he did- and what he's doing- is for the best, but it isn't and it never will be. He's been too mesmerized by the 'heroes' presence to raise any objections, too stuck on the idiotic beliefs drilled into him. The others are trying to break me by any means necessary. And there's no way I will be broken. There's no way I can be broken. Period.
"Catalina, kupo, I'm sorry, kupo, but this is for the best even if you don't think so. Kupo, you can't run around killing people. You just can't."
"Drop dead." The words burst out of my mouth on their own accord, defying my struggles to be silent. "Go to hell."
"Catalina, look. We just want to know some things about you. Why did you kill all those people?" This is the king.
Gee, I dunno. What do you THINK?!
"We don't know what you're thinking; that's the whole problem." Oh crap. I spoke out loud.
The traitor is in range, he's hovering right in front of my face, taunting me, and me arms are held fast by these stupid stinking things so I can't get him... how long will it take these things to break? Hmmm.
"Don't care to talk at all?" Comes the question. The queen. I glare fire at her. The king sighs.
The chains on my arms break. I grab for the traitor, but he's flown out of my reach.
"Apparently not." States the king. Grabbing my arms, he holds them while the Queen unties me. Together, they haul me to my prison while the stinking traitor hovers out of reach.
They lock me in and lower me down. I'll kill him soon. I swear it.
