Chapter 7: A little voice in the back of my mind
Disclaimer: I own no one but the ocs.
Yay! Chapter 7! I can't beleive I've gotten this far.
The rain poured harder as Moonriver Slept. Ed had gone back to his room, and River lay asleep on the couch. Dark Moon watched this lazy scene from a pool of water set in a tub in front of him. "Now would be the perfect time to get Moonriver and her friends acquainted with the things she created." He said. "I don't think that wise, not tonight." Came the rich voice of a brute from the shadows. "Moonriver will be more vulnerable when the rain stops. And there's a nice event about to happen soon. I'm sure you'll die to see it." "If that's what you think." Dark Moon said smiling. "It's so easy to read my lover." The brute said. "Too bad you aren't the genuine original. That would tear her apart even more." Dark Moon said, "No matter. We'll bring her and her friends here when the rain slows."
River woke, feeling like she wasn't alone in the darkened living room. Let me out scratched a soft voice in the back of her mind. River's eyes widened in fear. "Is anyone there?" she said softly into the blackness. No answer. "River your just paranoid." She said, and tried to go back to sleep. This night didn't seem to want to end though.
Keket huddled into a flowerless tree in the temple courtyard as the rain fell. She tried not to close her eyes as the rain fell endlessly. If she closed her eyes, she'd see those...things Moonriver had conjured up.
And the last thing she wanted to see in her wet sanctuary was that.
Yes, she was actually in an Indian temple not too far from the Academy. She's conjured it here when she first came.
Keket sighed as she smelled another: Dementia.
"What do you want, you troublesome bastard?" She asked to seemingly thin air.
"I come merely to laugh at your predicament. I have heard and seen what that immortal fool has done." His voice was carried on the wind, mocking the former Tsinatas.
"What Moonriver did was wrong, yes. But don't call her a fool." Keket struck him in the forehead telepathically.
"So, even after all that, you still have fight in you?" He growled out. "Well you won't for long. You know as well as I do that for even witnessing what that wolf did, you will pay dearly."
She bit her tongue. "Yes. Yes I do." She took a deep shuddering breathe. "And I think... I will not survive this." Keket closed her eyes as she sent Dementia's conscious reeling away from her. 'Kami, I wish I had a mate. It sucks to die with the fact no one loves you...' She chuckled darkly to herself, purposely ignoring the footsteps.
"So," the male voice drawled. "You're Keket, the great Were-Cat. Look too skinny to be an assassin."
"And you're too light handed to be one," She cut her eyes at this new interruption.
He smirked. "Or so you think."
The entire campus heard three, solid gunshots.
Keket grinned. He was good: one silver bullet, two silver nitrate. The silver bullet she caught with her teeth and had incinerated at the touch. The other two were in her leg and shoulder. "Damn..." She muttered as her head swam.
The assassin strode over to where she had fallen. He kneeled down, lifting her chin up gently. "You've got a pretty face. I might just spare you."
He smirked before disappearing, leaving her to soak in her blood.
Morning came and the rain still fell with full force. River hadn't gotten any sleep. She sighed and got up. "Moonriver!" she shouted. She walked to her room. "Well it looks like you slept well last night." She said. Moonriver opened her eyes. She groaned. "Come on. I let you off yesterday, but today no excuses!" River said pulling at the sleeve of Moonriver's jacket. "And besides we have to find Keket. She ran off rather fast after what you did. Not that I can blame her, I wanted to do the same." Then why didn't you came that soft scratch in the back of River's mind. Moonriver looked at River, a sad look in her eyes. "Don't you give me that look. I understand that you are feeling pain, but come on, it's just going to stay that way unless you do something." "Ok." Moonriver said her voice sounding a bit raspy. River smiled slightly.
The rain started to let up a little towards mid day. Moonriver stared out the window every period, not really wanting to pay any attention to the teachers. The scent of blood still lingered in her nose, more in her mind though. This and just the images of those things kept her from even thinking straight for most of the time. There was something that bothered her though. River seemed to be distracted, not that she wasn't all the time, but this just seemed different. Moonriver decided to figure out what was wrong, and to do that she was going to look at River's journal. She couldn't ask River, because when it came to problems River never told anyone about them. Moonriver sighed, and started to doze off. She hated school, after all she had no need for it, and she was older than all the teachers. She guessed she hung around because she had nothing better to do.
Moonriver sat down on River's bed, and opened the small leather journal. River had gone out to buy some food, so Moonriver decided to take now to read the journal. She turned to the entry from last night.
It's strange how unnatural everything feels after what Moonriver did. Even sleeping seems different now. Speaking of sleeping I had a strange dream. I stood on top of the water of what looked like an endless lake. In front of me stood someone who looked exactly like me, except she seemed different, angrier and a malevolent feeling came from her. I couldn't shake the feeling like that dream was real. And all the sudden I'm hearing this voice in the back of my mind. It's really worrying me. I think I'm going crazy or something.
Moonriver closed the journal. "Things just refuse to go nicely for us." She said putting the journal back in it's place. She sighed and walked towards her door. She froze at the door knob. "Come on, there's nothing in there anymore, it's all safe." She whispered to herself. She opened the door slowly. She looked inside. There stood Dark Moon. "Hello Moonriver."