Story by Mikaa
Characters by Camelot and Nintendo
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters or world presented in this story (the rightful owners are Nintendo and Camelot).
Warning: This story is rated T for Teen, primarily for violence and descriptive gore, with mild language thrown in. You have been warned.
Chapter 3 - The Vessel
In the darkness of the night, Mia's mind awoke to the presence within her being. She knew she was in her house in Vale, knew that it was night, and knew that Isaac was right next to her. She also knew she was unable to move her body, unable to control her voice, or her breathing.
Her first reaction was that Ivan or Sheba were playing another prank on her. Yet the sheer power she felt, the primal rage, the fury, the pain. This was not even close to the control that even Hamma supposedly had, and Mia cried a silent scream in agony at the pain she felt. Whatever it was, it had felt more pain than she had even concieved of in her nightmares of death and anguish. Not even the death of her parents AND Alex's betrayal could come close to this pain.
The pain of a mother whose children cut out her soul.
Perhaps that was not the best analogy of what she felt. Yet no other description could come close to the power Mia sensed behind the rage: a calculating, primal fury that sought only to end that which pained it. But what in the name of Mercury could have caused this force to become so hurt. And for that matter, what controlled her.
The World.
It was not a voice. It was not her own voice. It was not even a sound, nor was it a thought. It was simple knowlege. The knowing that something was thus, that the force holding her body beyond her control was the world itself, seeking...seeking... What did it seek? A blind need filled her being, and her mind could only begin to worry about what it was.
For she rose from her bed, her mind screaming for Isaac to awake in a futile effort to try to aid her. She stood next to the bed, the force directing her body to walk to the door, down the stairs, and into the cool breeze of the night. Despite not being in control of her body, Mia shivered at the cool air on her nearly bare skin: clad in only a loose night garment, she hoped that anyone seeing her walk out in this would try to stop her, to help her.
All thoughts of help evaporated faster than water next to melted lead when she saw a figure swagger down the streets of the rebuilt Vale.
Swagger was not the word, more liked dragging himself. The darkness did little to hide the illumination of Alex's brilliant robes, glowing so as Mia herself had designed them to so as to help them find their way in need of a crisis. How ironic that Alex would continue to wear them...
Mia's mind paused, wondering why her feelings of distaste and dislike of Alex were suddenly at the front of her mind. Was she not in peril? She needed to free her mind from this prison! Ivan, Sheba, someone had to hear her! Or at least feel the pressure.
To her sadness, Alex looked up, staring at her. Knowing what she must have looked like in this night with only the light from his clothes, Alex probably thought he was looking at an angel or godess, someone who would try to help him.
But rage again filled her, even her mind. Distrust and anger swelled, enough that she did not know how much she felt towards him. Or was this really her, or the will of that which controlled her? She screamed for Alex to run, unsure what this force would do.
But he continued to move forward, continued towards her. He opened his mouth, to speak to her, his words that might have tried to ease what he had to know was pain in her. But he knew not of the pain that controlled her. And for whatever reason it had, the pain deemed it right to grab Alex by the throat, lifting him into the air with a strenght that Mia knew she did not have. His gasps for air seemed almost comical, life clinging on to its pitiful existance.
This was not her thougths! Mia loved life! Even if Alex was scumb, he did not deserve to die!
But he left me for dead. He was there, on the tower, and could have saved me easily, with but a blink of an eye. He could have saved me, could have not tried to take over the world.
Mia's mind screamed; she did not know what the pain meant, but she knew that it had made its mind.
With the strength that put Garet's sword tossing skills on the level of throwing a wad of clothes, Mia flung Alex through the air, sending him smashing through a wall and into the room beyond. Mia screamed in her mind, trying again to reason with the pain. But it did not hear her, did not listen. Only the need to silence the pain, to end the suffering.
Ignoring the yells of Jenna, Felix, and Alex from the new window, Mia focused on the last thought. Pain and suffering? Where?
In the world. Dying, pain, torment, starvation.
Mia was puzzled; she knew that people died in the world, but what pain did the voice mean? Was there another tyrant out there?
Must end pain. Must save world.
The instinctive cries were not unlike that of a mother trying to save its child from death. Mia's heart (or the part of her mind that had feelings) went out to the voice, but she had to know: how would the pain stop it, and why did it need her?
She knew the ways to stop the pain. She loved life, and would be willing to help once she learned.
Mia shuddered. Learned? How?
By joining. By knowing what pain has happene, by what torment plagues.
Mia hesitated. Already the voice made for the edge of town, eager, it seemed, to avoid being caught by the inhabitants of that house once they stopped arguing. What did she have to do to learn?
Before she could even think to scream, the pain took her mind, and they were one.
End of Chapter.