Chapter 3: It begins
Location: Temple of the Soul Guardians
The next morning the guardians were eating breakfast. Erick was already half-way through his meal as he striped his plate of every piece of food on it. "Hungry are we?" Ollrack joked.
"Hey it's not easy being the guardian of darkness. My stomach is a black hole for crying out loud!" He said as he shoved a piece of meat into his mouth.
"You must have been so good with women back home." Tiffany said.
"You have no idea Tiffany, you have no idea." He commented then continued to eat. It was then Aileta walked into the room. She sat down and didn't move. Ollrack knew that he had to make her happy and cheery again since Sicron said David would show up this very morning. He first checked to see how her finger was. But when he looked down at her hand it wasn't her cut that grabbed his attention. It was her fingernails…that were painted black.
"Going for a new look?" Ollrack said. Aileta glared at him, showing that she had also put on eye shadow. She never put on make-up, much less eye shadow.
"Be quiet Ollrack, I can do whatever I want to my body." She hissed at him.
"…I like it." Erick said between bites.
"Gothic freaks". Tiffany whispered so only she could hear.
"Besides, who cares what I wear?" Aileta inquired. Just then the door opened and a familiar voice answered.
"Personally I like you better in pink." David said. Everyone turned to look at him with wide eyes, except Ollrack, who smirked to himself.
"So he kept his promise…who'd of thought" He whispered. Aileta jumped out of her seat and ran for him. David outstretched his arms as Aileta leapt into his chest, sending them both back several feet. Aileta planted several kisses on his cheek.
"Oh please don't ever do that to me again." She said into his ear. David rubbed her back as she squeezed him.
"Don't worry princess, I won't, I won't." David assured. Erick stomped his foot.
"Damn it, I don't get his meals anymore." He groaned. Ollrack watched the scene play out, David quickly bring Aileta back from her depression, Erick sneaking a bite or two from Aileta's untouched plate, but he knew what it really meant. Ollrack looked down at his flesh hand…soon he would pay up to seal whatever sick game Sicron was playing. A game that not even Ollrack could comprehend the magnitude of.