I apologize for the long delay, I left my disk at my dad's house, but I won't forget it this week. Thanks go to Loaned for the review. It gladdens my heart to know I'm not being completely ignored here. Origato gomensai!
Like I said in the previous chapter, it's like 2AM, but I will trudge on, with slight interruptions as to what's on the radio.
The Changeling's Dilemma Chapter 6
Boom was shocked. She knew that Phillip was going to take this badly, but…but this? She felt like her lungs were about to explode, her throat was on fire where he gripped her neck. Does he really want me to die? she thought as she could hear Beastboy's and David's shouts of protest grow faint…I've wanted to die…Darkness crept into the edges of her vision…so many times…her eyelids grew heavy…but Beastboy said I shouldn't…the pain in her chest was unbearable…So did Krys…her body screamed for oxygen…scream…I have to…scream…
"Oh my God, Boom!" Gar shouted as he saw her eyes close. Finally pissed off enough to really want to hurt Phillip, he pushed off from the ground, and barreled straight into Phil's chest, head butting him. It winded him long enough for Dave to throw him away from Boom. He stood over the assailant, his foot lying none too gently over his throat.
"Now, you just lay there and cool the fuck off," he spat at the much weaker boy. "How is she?" he asked as kept his eyes on what he deemed the piece of shit under his new skate sneakers.
"She's not breathing! Do you know CPR?" Gar asked him frantically.
"Yeah, here." He put his foot down a little too firmly on Phil's neck, causing him to cough. Garfield just snorted at him. "Keep your eye on him." Despite the fact that he had hoped their first kiss would be a little more romantic, he pinched her nose closed and tilted her head back. Two breaths later, Boom coughed and gasped for air.
(Holy shit, Nirvana!)
"I'm so sorry, Sonia. I don't know what I was thinking," Phillip apologized as he stirred his tea restlessly. "I hope you can forgive me."
(I'm sorry, I had to mention this. There's this Sear's commercial where they have some little bitch say "Preppy is the look this fall!" or some shit like that. You don't know how glad I am ignore the trends as much as I can. Back to the story!)
"It's alright," she assured him. "I probably would have done worse if I had been in your shoes."
"That's true," Dave agreed. "And, sorry man, but you're not getting CPR from me." Laughter rang out around the table, though they could all tell some thing was missing. "So Boom, we're all here. Now tell us about this Madison bitch."
From what she found out, Madison Garner was half English, half Spanish. The records all claimed her mother as a kind Wicca, unafraid to admit that she worshipped nature, but she always used her powers to help the unhealthy. Madison was different. She despised her mother, and used her inherited powers for her own good. She grew very gifted in the dark arts, and when her parents found out they kicked her out. She had visions of the future, and so decided that a world that would become so corrupted would be much more fun to destroy. So she cursed the stones of Madison using her own blood and the blood of infant sacrifices, so that if a reincarnation of her five human sacrifices touched the right stone, it would draw out her spirit from hell, and she could destroy the world.
(author's note: I just made all that up as I was typing it!)
"Wow…what a freak!" The others all laughed and agreed with their newfound friend, Gar. They ate lunch at Phil's house, then headed out to Havertown, which was just east of Stapleton, to find a hotel and rest for the night.
The receptionist at the Open Doors Motel must have thought that Boom was some kind of whore, walking in and asking what the limit on people was for a two-bed room. It was four people so when they got to their one room, Boom crawled exhaustedly into bed while the boys decided to go to the pool and swim some before fighting over who got the other bed.
(author's note: Miraculously, they all had the psychic genius to see that they would need swimming trunks and thus packed them.)
The pool was empty other than the three fast-growing friends. They swam around and played Marco polo for a while before sitting on the steps in the shallow end and chatting about nothing and everything. There were great differences between the three, one a hero, one an anti-hero, one who had nearly every material possession he could ever want. But, since they had decided to come together for one purpose they had let their differences fall by the wayside, and enjoyed having those around them who knew what it was like to be different.
"So, Gar, what do you do in Jump City? Live with your family?" Phil asked him.
"You could say that. I got a job to buy a moped, but it got weird, so I left once I had enough money."
(Damn, Weezer's on again. It's a good song and all, but there is such a thing as overkill.)
"What was weird about it?"
"Let's just say it was my first experience with bad tofu."
"Oooooh," the other two said simultaneously, not getting it at all.
"You eat that crap?" Dave grinned at him, hoping it would antagonize his short companion.
It did. "It is SO not crap! It's-"
"Hey, you guys hear that?" Phil interrupted the would-be argument. The sound in question was extremely high pitched, so much so that it almost didn't sound human. BB knew that sound.
"Shit, Sonia!" he shouted as he jumped out of the pool, the other two on his heels.
(woot woot, Green Day, When September Ends. Someone here did a song fic with it, though I forget who it was.)
As soon as Sonia hit the mattress of the cheesy motel room, she regretted it. She hadn't thought about who waited for her in her dreams.
Welcome back little sound weaver…Sonia jumped up to her feet, prepared to fight. What do you want with me witch!
She found, for the second time that day, her throat in the hands of someone who wanted her dead. Do not make that mistake again, little wench. She released Boom, but left a burning sensation wherever her flesh had touched the spirits.
You killed babies just to be able to live again.
It's called ambition, cur.
It's called insanity. Villainy. Absurdity, take your pick. Sonia realized suddenly that she was no longer in a field of flowers, but in a black wasteland. It felt different than anything ever before. Despair seemed to hang in the air like humidity.
I have decided that you are too risky to allow to live anymore. This is where I end it.
Do not dare to think that you can command my fate, you devil! she shouted into the gathering darkness. She took a deep breath and screamed, long and loud. But nothing happened. What's going on?
We are in a different plane, banshee. Here, you cannot harm me. I think that your ability shall be an excellent addition to that of the changeling. Of course, if that fool of nymph had not gone and killed herself, I would have already completed my plans. Ah well, what is done, tis done. And now, when you become powerless, there will be none left to oppose me.
&c&o&c&o&n&u&t&s&!&
I love Coldplay. Their music rocks. Ok, it's 4 AM, so I'm going go collapse on my aunt and uncle's couch. Night, squid faces.