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No spearing, please. Yes, it's been long. But... HOMEWORK AND LARGE PROJECTS AND EXAMS AND ESSAYS SHOULD BE TAKEN OUT AND SHOT! THEN THE CARCASS SHOULD BE TRAMPLED ON MY EMUS AND GAZELLS! -weeps-
Okay.
Wheee! Chapter four!
'Help... me...'
The plea came from deep within herself. A part of her that beat upon that sealed door in her mind. A part of her that knew beyond the blockade was a torrent of memories, emotions. Another little voice spoke, and that little voice said that things forgotten are better left in the dark.
Yet she let herself try and pry open the door, screaming in frustration, leaving herself disheveled, breathing racked with sobs.
So near to human, so fragile...
She remembered those words.
So broken.
Her eyes clenched shut against the blinding glare of the small lamp in the corner of her room.
Too bright.
She let her eye lids open slightly, letting in a slit of light. She winced as her pupils dilated; a black hole engulfing the light. She recoiled, almost shutting her eyes again, but she was determined to be rid of the offending light.
She reached out into it, the sickly yellow glow. It was nothing like the light of the sun r the eureathral blue breath of the moon. It was fake, false.
Too bright, she growled.
Her fingers grazed the smooth, green porcelain of the lamp. The color reminded her of moss. A chain reaction; she was then reminded of trees, and the night, and a river. The river that gurgled, and rushed by with hushed voices.
A voice...
She was lost in her thoughts, and was unable to recall the proper way to turn off the light, she pushed the side of the lamp with one slim, emaciated finger. The lamp rocked a little, sending light into previously dark corners. She slightly closed one eye, hating the light for its existence, hating it for it shone into every crevice but the one that was sealed off in her mind. She pushed again, tipping the lamp over. It fell off the table, and landed bulb first onto her hard wood floor.
Its fall ended in a loud crash, the sound echoed in the empty room, the empty house, and in her havocked mind.
The sound made her open her eyes completely and she sat up on her bed.
Her dark, auburn hair spilled around her shoulders, as she had let it grow out over the years. Her hair also fell about her face like a bloody veil. The tee shirt hung loosely on her shoulders, surrounding the pale skin of her neck in dark blue. Her skin was made pale by torment, such a short time, but grievance eats away at flesh and well being quickly. Her left collar bone was exposed as well. The gentle curve of her breasts heaved in time with her ragged breathes. Her leg splayed, tangled in the sheets. Arms, loosely hung at her side like the puppeteer had cut the strings, though one hand of its on violation fisted the light blue sheets tightly.
Brown eyes ringed with green fell upon green shards.
Her legs hefted her up from the bed, and carried her to the broken lamp.
She scoffed, "Like a fallen angel then," she muttered mirthlessly, "once gave light; now broken and shattered at the devil's feet."
Reaching down, she took a large shard in her hand.
Standing erect again, she admired the sharp tip of the broken porcelain.
Opening her hand, palm up, she positioned the shard so that the tip ran half way up her the crook of her arm. Her fingers closed on the flatter side of the shard, it being triangular, and she held it at arms' length, directly in front of her chest.
Holly pounded on the metal door one last time and drove the shard into herself.
As the blood soaked her shirt and crept up it, as her life rushed from the large wound, the door opened and memories flooded her.
Fowl Manor
Holly sat up in the cot, her hair wet with sweat and matted against her scalp.
Her breathing was hurried, as if she has just run, and it felt as if she had. As if she had just rushed from the past-a horrible past- to this future.
She screamed out, frustration wrapping its cold fingers around her again. Anger creeping up her spine with its hot flames.
She almost remembered.
Almost.
But that dream couldn't have been a memory... could it?
Her arms were sore, and there was cotton in the crook of her right arm, but she numbly undid the zipper and buttons on her jump suit. Getting that off her shoulders, she pulled down the neck of her undershirt to reveal a gleaming white scar.
Fingering it lightly, her breath slowed but her mind raced.
How? She remembered getting that wound during recon training. Stupid safety trigger wasn't on. Dumber jock out to make something of him self tinkering around with it. She had taken it in the chest, and her magic hadn't healed her quickly enough to leave her with out mar.
Her red locks hung about her face as her eyes stared down at the newly cemented floor. Her fingers still traced the scar. Holly was so lost in thoughts of how close she was to remembering, so close to breaking down that previously found brick wall, she didn't notice when the door opened and a lithe frame slithered in.
"Capitan Short..."
Brought out of her revere, Holly cast her gaze up towards the figure.
Her hazel eyes widened when she saw who it was. She still held her shirt down with a finger on the scar, now right where the healed flesh was, she felt a horrible pang. It ripped through her, eliciting a raspy moan.
The boy- no, the young man had moved further into the room and closer to the ct, though seemed unperturbed that his captive was suffering.
Holly swung her legs over the cot, remembering her ... dream. Coughing up some bile, she spat on the ground. Wiping her lips with the back of her right hand, left clutching the sheets on the cot, she glared at the black haired human, Mud Man before her. She frowned further when she saw the sun glasses.
'Blue eyes'
Widening her eyes again, Holly felt a larger surge of pain from her chest, and her head felt like it was splitting apart.
'Those eyes are blue.'
Something in the back of her mind rang. A bell.
The alarm had gone off.
LEP Headquarters, Ops Booth
Foaly paced back and forth in the booth. Muttering again and again. "Not good not good."
Holly had not come back yet, and it had been a few hours.
Not a few. It had been many hours. Too long.
A little red light biped on in intercom.
Pushing a button blindly, Foaly hoarsely spat out, "Who is it and what do you want?"
"...Foaly?"
Realizing it was the commander, hopefully telling him that Holly was back, hopefully tell him that he could stop making that racket in the booth, Foaly leaned over the intercom, eyes wide ears pricked up, listening intently.
There was no sound for the longest time. It felt like forever. Time was almost as slow moving as it was when he waited for Holly to come out of Fowl Manor, not expecting a large sum of money to float out with her. After a few more quick breaths, the horse got fed up. He hollered into the speaker, "Julius! What is it?!"
The response came back crackly. Possibly because the commander had ripped his intercom off the wall and threw it violently into the ground.
Foaly hoped that he didn't hear it correctly. He hoped against hope that the worst possible thing to happen didn't just occur.
"Julius! Repeat it! I repeat; REPEAT!!!"
"She was taken."
Root didn't even have to say who. He didn't have to say anymore than that. With those three words, Foaly knew that the world would come crashing down again.
This time, it would be not mediocre ending.
This time, it would be an ending.
Thank you for reading. I hope that this chapter was good-ish. Review! It makes me happy! :D