here it is the 7th chappie. My fav so far.
Blue-eyedbaby1130: I knew something was missing!LOL so here it is a more ellaborated story. Sorry about that guys. You were completely right. I was afraid to make them to long cuz thenmpeople wouldnt want to read it. Guess it was other way around.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own POTO but I do own the son Prison of my Mind and wrote it LONG before the movie came out. (not the play but I dont know if those exact lyrics were in the play. Still wanna see itthoufh. Could have 5 years ago but didnt have the money. Who want to take me and pay?) Bloody theives. you stole that from me I say. Yes you did cuz I say so and am always right.
CHRIS'S POV
"No I think we need to look at those wounds you seem to have procured the other night."
I blushed at the thought of me having to be undressed in front of him. Even if it was only my shirt I had to take off. I quickly turned around faking to grab for some more bread not wanting him to see me blushing. Which I rarely did so it was easy to tell when I was.
"OK fine. Where do you wanna start? I think the bad ones are on my hands. That should be about it."
I knew it was a lie. I had somehow found a way to cut my face and back in the escape attempt. I had a knack for getting cut in the strangest places. And later on finding even stranger ones in stranger places thinking, now how the hell did they get there.
He walked over and removed my gloves. Underneath were multiple cuts that crawled down my wrists and all around my knuckles.
He got some clean water and a washcloth out and started to clean them. When he was done he wrapped them in gauze and handed me back my hands.
"Um where'd you get the gauze…I mean you're pretty good at this." I said. Examining the work and smiling.
He gave me that mischievous grin that made me want to slap him and said, "I too have had my many nasty run-ins. I got it from the clinic in the Opera. They had things held up there in case one of the dancers was injured."
I just smiled.
"So now what do you wanna see Dr. Jones" He looked at me obviously not getting what I meant by 'Dr. Jones. I was a Trekky.
"Um sorry its just one of those future things."
He nodded and signaled for me to turn around.
"Lift your shirt up. I need to get to the ones on your back and then your stomach. Though it is a mystery to me how you were able to get them on your back."
I just smirked and turned around taking my shirt off. With much apprehension I might add.
"Just a nasty habit I have. I always have mysterious cuts popping up somewhere or another. I'm a tad bit of a klutz in the light."
I felt his hands on my back and shuddered at the touch, so light and so gentle.
"Somehow I doubt that you could be a klutz by the way you move. Sometimes I cant even here or see you." He said. He mumbled the last bit to himself though. He obviously didn't think that I could have heard him. Thankfully when my eyesight came back my heightened senses didn't go.
"You'd be surprised." I said laughing afterwards.
I felt his hands linger on the birthmark while trying to suppress the shiver.
"This truly is beautiful. It really does look like a crescent moon with a star in the center."
And then his hand wandered to my other tattoos: the band and the Artemis emblem. And finally, as his hands wandered over my arms, the last one and favorite… my own personnel emblem.
"I'm a creature of the night as they say. Some say my eyes even have a wolf glow to them in the dark. Though I have yet to see it." I said laughing. Though still very nervous about his ever 'wandering' hands.
His hand finally dropped as he reached out and lifted me up and turned me around. He kneeled down then and started to look at my stomach where the deeper ones resided.
Once again his touch sent shivers through my body. Yet felt strangely enough… right.
When He finished he reached around me. (Very close I might add, and very out of the way since I could have gotten the shirt.) He signaled for me to lift my arms as he put my shirt on for me. Very slowly, while his hands lightly touched the sides of my waist, rolling down with the shirt.
"Done?" I asked. He nodded his head in agreement.
His lips were pursed and his eyes were cast down somewhat squinted. He was obviously deep in thought. He really did look a lot like Dare when he did that… it was scary. When he looked at me he caught me starring and I quickly turned around.
"Well I have to go and fetch some things before we begin our lesson."
I looked into those deep blue-green eyes that never seemed to end. His hair was so black, and you could tell if he hadn't greased it back each day it would have been an unruly mess of thick curls. He had once again reverted to wearing the mask. He had his head stuck out like a turtle, which would have made me laugh, except for the look on his face. His glare was searching for acknowledgment, but something else to. What was it, hope?
I nodded my head in agreement
He turned with a whip of his cape and disappeared.
I sighed and turned around. Looking at my reflection in one of the not- so- smashed mirrors. I hadn't seen myself in weeks, and even then, before that I hadn't really looked in months. I had lost weight I could tell, and my hair was up, but you could see the ends of the multi-colored braids sticking out of my messy bun like ponytail. My almond shaped eyes were that gold set brown outlined in an intense gray. Wolf eyes Dare and Adry had called them. My once copper skin was now a dark ivory that I couldn't describe. My European heritage though had cursed me with the multiple freckles running up and down my arms and neck. Looking at myself I saw how small I really was. Only standing at about 5'3''
Wolf Child of the Faeries, is what they used to call me.
I laughed at myself just then realizing how stupid I looked with the Linkin Park band T, dark blue ripped jeans with bleach spots everywhere, and my converse. My gloves were across the room on the piano stool where I'd left them.
I headed towards my room to grab my music. For the first time in a long time I felt the need to sing… and write.
ERIK'S POV
Ihad had to get away.I had lied when I saidI needed to get something.I had just needed to get some air. Ha!Me need air. What was this girl doing to me?
She wasn't a girl though. She was a year older than Christine had been. She was so like her yet so different. The way she moved the way she talked. She was everything Christine couldn't have been. Where Christine had been so happy and open, Chris was dark and mysterious. Always hiding something. So much like myself. The more you learned about her the more you lost something about her.
Down there her beauty and her presence had been intoxicating, choking me. With Christine I had always wanted to wrap her in my arms and protect her. Make her mine. But with Christina…. Things were so much different. I needed her and yet also wanted her. I couldn't explain it.
Part of me wanted to nurture and protect that vulnerable side she rarely showed. But the other wanted to get lost in her warmth and her beauty. To open up to her, cause unlike Christine, Christina had an aura about her that showed that she also possessed a motherly essence that Christine had never had. An air about her that made her all the more intoxicating. She could be the mother I had never had. And I could be the father that was always absent. Though I knew very little of her family life… I suspected that Christina never got along with her father and she had never talked of her mother.
I had reached the roof and was just starring out over the edge breathing in the warm summer air. It was July now and the streets were busy with late night lovers.
I remembered Chris and was about to return when I remembered something I had read about the goddess Artemis.
The goddess of the moon and twin to Apollo, god of the sun. Daughter of Zeus king of the gods. The Virgin goddess and hunter. Protector of women and chastity.
I laughed to myself at how fitting it was to her and yet wrong. I didn't know what made it not fit, though. She was indeed a hunter, as she had told me countless times. And she was indeed a creature of darkness as she had said. But chastity? I didn't know if she'd ever love another again, me for instance. But then again I felt she was indeed a virgin. Just the way she was made me think so.
When I finally reached home I suddenly heard an exasperated cry and then, "GOD DAMNIT, BULLEGER, BULLLOCKS, WANKER—" and many many many other inappropriate words to come from a women's mouth.
When I walked in I saw her throw a glass of water at the wall and start to look through papers and shuffle things around. I was curious and just watched her for the time.
She had obviously changed, cause she was now wearing her ever-present black suit coat, (not appropriate for a lady in my thoughts) a plaid blouse, and a non-matching thing around her neck. A tie she called it. She had colored the gauze round her hand black and white but was missing her gloves I noticed.
Finally I stepped from the shadow.
"It's about time you came out. Saw you there hiding for like two minutes. Like the show? ARRRRR!" She cried out in anger never once looking up from the papers.
"Is everything all right?" I had gotten used to her many tantrums, but not that she always knew when I was there.
"No…Arrrr….Frickin writers block. I HATE WRITERS BLOCK! And I can't find my gloves. They help me think."
i walked beside her and picked them up off the piano stool. i just stood there watching her shuffle about somewhat amused. i always thought she looked so beautiful when she was in a fit of anger.
After 3 minutes I finally said, "Looking for these?" While dangling them over her head.
She was quite smaller than Christine, and I found I was an easy foot taller.
"How long have you been hiding those you little-"
"Ah… for about 3 minutes and don't you dare say what I think you are going to say." I said after she jumped up grabbed them. I hid my expression of surprise at how she had done that so easily and without my knowing.
When her feet touched the ground I saw her go to say it, but put my finger over her mouth.
"Aht…. You don't want to do that." I said.
She shrugged off my finger and said, "thank you." Much to my surprise
"My god…was that an actual thank you." I said.
"Yes and don't get full of yourself. You might just explode." She said while poking my stomach. Rather hard at that, I might add.
I sat down at the piano and nodded towards her. Now fully focused at my new task. She obviously knew what I wanted, cause she walked over and pushed me off the piano putting a piece of music on it.
"Eh he ehm." She said mocking most pianists when trying to get attention. She cracked her knuckles in one fluid motion and them started to play a rather… interesting song.
It's cold, and dark and there's nowhere to hide,
I feel as if I'm in a dream as I glide,
The earth is gone and it's only me;
I'm all alone and scared, I just want to flee;
No matter how hard I try, I'm locked up;
Inside the prison of my mind.
The Lyrics to her song were the most beautiful I had heard. But her voice was something out of fantasy. Every note that resonated was that of pure beauty. Almost perfect, though her voice was a bit tense.
I never would have thought someone could compare to Christine, but Christina didn't… she surpassed her. Where Christine always had that beautiful vibrator for every note. I was always there to manipulate the music the way I wanted it. With her the music took over, though it was still within her grasp. To do as she would. A true 'Angel of Music'.
The wind is howling, and screaming my name;
The flowers are gone, it's just empty planes;
Rocks surround me, there's no more sun;
I miss the world that I've realized was so much fun.
If you don't get me out I fear will die,
Inside the prison of my mind.
My family has left me, my friends are all gone;
The music is dead, everything feels so wrong;
The sky is gray, it rains all day long;
There's nothing around me, and I feel I cant breath;
And I wonderwhy is all this happening to me?
Just then she started to waver for a few seconds and I noticed that this is where she had gotten stuck on 'writers block'. I sat down at the piano and started to copy her but carried it on as well. And then the miracle happened.
I/you start to run for miles on end,
My/ your legs will carry me/you and I/you will fend;
My/your life is not over yet, I/you will carry on;
I will fight to stay alive
And I will never let you go (Erik)
Inside the prison of our mind.(together)
We had finished the song together. Out of nowhere we had pulled the same lyrics out. The gift to make music together.
Awww yeah I'm so happy. I love my song so much. i even remember exactly when I wrote it. Yep 7th hour social studies in the 8th grade. Mr. Behen rocks. Thanx to him I kicked but in Model UN.