The Writing on the Wall

I lay awake with a total sense of insecurity. Though I surely safe, with Torn. Torn had offered to stay with me the rest the night. He was asleep next to me, his arms keeping me close. But I was awake, fearing Rin's return. I could only hope the first rays of dawn would begin to show. But just seemed relentlessly dark. I closed my eyes for a brief moment. The memory of the night when Rin raped me was deeply imbedded into my mind. It was seeded and would not go away. I shuddered somewhat loudly and a voice chirped in the midst of the quiet.

Torn: What's the matter?

I opened my eyes, and turned my body in the direction of Torn. His big blue eyes stared into mine sympatheticly.

Janovah: Oh, nothing, just a bad dream.

He started petting my cheek lovingly. The caress was warm and welcomed. He started to kiss me, and the warm touch soothed me to sleep. I awoke again to the first rays of dawn shining in my face. I still had to warm arms locked around me. I shifted slightly and he stirred.

Torn: Auuugh...morning already?
Janovah: Yep.
Torn: Damn...I hoped it would never end.

I, on the other hand, was thankful that I no longer had to bear it. Torn slowly and carefully let go of me and sat up in his bed and stretched, his bare back coming into view. It was heavily scarred, some of wounds from his chastising still not fully healed. I never understood why men took off their shirts when they slept...they just did. His arms and chest were so rippled. This was a rare thing I would say, because I would never use that word unless I was talking about water or potato chips. I soon got up myself, and combed through my hair with my fingers, and tying it back with my stretchy band. I walked out of the room for a bathroom. The excessive attention was getting to me. I didn't get this much gallantry when I lived in Spargus. I was often bullied, sometimes petted. Frequently ignored.

I finally found a bathroom, and I soaked my face with warm water, trying to shake tainted thoughts away.

3rd Person

Torn's POV

Torn began dress quietly. He had a whole mix of feelings. Partially happy, he always loved spending time with Janovah. But some confusion, sadness, and anger. Janovah had slipped out while he was not looking. She seemed to have tendency to do that, when spending alot of time with him. He finished putting on his shirt and armor...but something caught his notice...writing on the wall.

You're next

His rage bloomed like a flower...Rin. He picked up an empty glass bottle, and threw it hard against the wall. It smashed and shattered...take that Rin. Then a sharp pain slammed his head, and a strange dream-like vision entered his mind...There was screaming...Janovah's screaming. Pained screams. There was blood...He saw himself...dead. No-this wouldn't be the future. And then it happened-a sharp, horrible pain. But it was a real pain...In his back and it crawled throughout his body. It was overwhelming. He passed out.

1st Person

Janovah's POV

I turned back for Torn's room. I left my pack in there. The door was cracked-I pushed it open. What I saw chilled me right to the bone. He lay there, completely still. The Sword of Mar was lodged in his back. I ran over...I pulled out the sword, and began to cry. No-please no! I saw writing on the wall again.

I told you so.

Janovah: Daddy...

I don't why I was calling to my father. He was dead-like Torn. I picked up my sword, and a terrible rage burned within me.

Janovah: RIN!!!

All the pain, and horrible things he'd done hit me like a brick. HE was the bad guy. Then a fresh voice entered the room.

Dark Janovah: Looking for me?

My dark self was standing there.

Dark Janovah: Do not think me an enemy. I am your ally.

The creature held a clawed hand...I understood. This creature WAS my ally. This creature was a part of me.

Dark Janovah: We are a part of each other.

I took its hand, and it smiled and pulled me up. But as I stood, it disappeared, and I felt a jolt in my body...a new power, the dark feeling had come back, but I felt stronger. Now I must destroy Rin. I clenched my sword ready for what came at me.