Devil on the Doorstep
Umm… Has anyone got any plot suggestions? I do have an inkling of what is going to happen, but I'd love to have some more ideas!
Devil on the Doorstep; Chapter XII: In The End
Kai had been almost silent since he had woken up. He'd just sat there, cuddling Bryan to him, staring into the distance. He stiffened as the door opened, and his suspicions were right. It was Seth.
"Get up. All of you." Any expression that may have been on Seth's face was hidden by the full length white mask he was wearing.
"His highness wishes to see you." Boris sneered, coming up behind the Phantom. Seth suddenly turned and brought out a knife from the top of his cane.
"Don't call me that, Balkov. I am higher than you."
"You wouldn't… you aren't allowed…" Boris blanched. Kai and Bryan were quite enjoying seeing their former teacher in a state of fear.
"Murderer, remember?" There was a glint of madness in that eye.
"Seth… I know it is tempting to want to kill Boris, I sympathise, but Boris is not the intended victim here, is he?" Seth's eyes narrowed as his father walked into the room.
"Line up." The young man ordered, sheathing his knife and tapping his cane on the floor. "Balkov, go and get the others." Boris obliged, walking out of the room.
Seth walked up and down the row of bladers, smirking slightly. He stopped at Kai. The father and son stared each other down, one in anger, one in indifference. Seth reached out a hand and caressed the younger boy's cheek. Suddenly, Bryan pulled Kai's collar, effectively jerking the Indonesian back.
"Where shall I put them?" Boris walked back into the room, pushing the others.
"Kasi!" The cry was torn out of Kai. Her violet eyes flashed when she saw her brother, but she kept quiet.
"Silent. All of you." Seth added.
"Did you do it?" Kai blurted out. Seth stopped, turned his head and bent down, so he could look the younger boy in the eye. Slowly, he nodded. "Why?"
"It was fun." Seth shrugged, a sly smirk all Kai could see. Boiling with rage, the Indonesian ripped off the mask. Seth didn't blink, just covered his face with a hand until Boris handed him back the mask.
Seth opened his mouth to say something, but shook his head and straightened up, leaving the bladers.
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I kept everything inside and even though I tried it fell apart, what it meant to me will eventually be a memory…
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"You git!" Bryan choked out when they were left alone.
"What? What did we do?" Ian asked impishly, Tala shrugged.
"You… you masqueraded as dead people! I'm sure that's illegal!" Tala smirked.
"Why aren't you talking?" Tala held out a hand, palm facing down.
"He can't… something to do with the bombing damaged his voice… and Seth stamped on his fingers." Kasi said huskily. Bryan blinked. Now he understood why Tala had held out a hand.
"You need to get them bandaged; otherwise they'll stay like that." He mused. Tala glared at his friend, standard message in his eyes you don't think I know that?
Suddenly, the door to the cell opened. It was Seth, again.
He didn't say anything, not audibly anyway, but the room was silent. He strode through the bladers, shoving anyone that got in his way. Roughly, he grabbed Tala's wrist. Tala hung back, nervously.
"Don't argue with me!" Seth snapped and dragged him out the room. Kasi and Spencer exchanged glances.
"Well, well, well… A few more girls this time." Boris chuckled, stepping into the light. "Pretty girls, it must be said…" Kai's eyes glimmered resolutely. Boris grabbed Jo's arm and pulled her towards him. This time, Bryan knew what he was going to do, and as Boris dipped his head towards her, the Russian teen launched himself at Boris, slamming him against a wall.
"Bryan… that is enough." Seth was back in the room, tapping his cane on the floor. "Balkov, come with me." Bryan dropped the older man and stepped away. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw that Tala was back – with bandages on his hands.
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I tried so hard, and got so far, but in the end, it doesn't even matter…
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Seth reached up and untied his hair, then pulled off his mask. Deftly, he dived into the swimming pool, exerting a powerful front crawl. After his third lap of the pool, he climbed out, painfully aware of the limp which, although made no difference to his swimming, hindered his every movement in his walking.
Not for the first time, Seth let go of the hand rail by the pool and put his foot down firmly, nearly passing out with the pain. Slowly, he took another step and staggered, falling over.
"Well, well… The great Seth Hiwatari at my feet… To what do I deserve the honour?" Seth groaned as he heard Boris' voice. Seth grabbed his stick and pulled himself up, wincing slightly as he did so.
"Are you going to stare at me all day, or does this meeting have a purpose?" Seth asked as he towel dried his abdomen gently, and then moved it onto the back, mindful of his burns. The hairs on the back of his neck rose as Boris laughed.
"Forgive me… I got a little distracted at the sight of your well toned body." Seth flushed and pulled his mask on.
"Speak your purpose, Balkov." Seth's voice cracked slightly.
"Ah, yes… my purpose." Boris drew closer. "You had no right to prevent me from my enjoyment."
"I had every right!" Seth spun around, his grey eye steely and full of fire. "You were molesting her. Balkov, she is ten years old!"
"Seth…" Boris chuckled again. "Drop the good guy act. It really doesn't suit a murderer."
"Murderer I may be, but I am no molester!" Seth looked up at the older man. "I mean it. Leave them alone."
"You can't order me around!" Boris began angrily.
"Balkov, you'll find I can, and I am." Seth's hands were shaking as he clutched the star on top of the stick.
"I will if…" Boris came up behind the Phantom and whispered in his ear. Seth grew paler.
"You'll leave the kids alone?" Boris nodded. Seth swallowed. "Fine… we have a deal."
For the second time, Seth had sold his soul to the devil.
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I've put my trust in you, pushed as far as I can go, and all for this, there's one thing you should know…
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Dude, that was fun to write! I loved writing Seth's bit, even though he sounded like a swimsuit model lol. A question for you all to consider: Seth, good guy or bad guy? Which way do you swing? Do you like him? Review and tell me!