Well, that last chapter certainly was interesting, wouldn't you say? Hey, guys, SP here with another chapter in this fanfic. Hope you hate Bill even more!
Elia's P.O.V.
Pain. Mind-numbing pain. Pain so horrible that I was sure that my flesh would strip itself from my bones, that my bones were on fire, that my very soul was being torn apart. I howled in agony, digging my fingers into my palms. I could dimly hear the pyramid's insane laughter, but I gave it no thought. I was in too much agony to give anything much thought.
The pain seemed to go on for hours, days...years. And then, suddenly, surprisingly, it was over. I collapsed to the ground, sobbing brokenly.
The insane laugh of the pyramid wormed itself into my ears. I opened my eyes, and, through the haze of remembered pain, saw, not the triangle, but a man, floating exactly where the triangle had been. He had a black top hat, yellow hair, a goatee, a triangular eyepatch, and a long yellow overcoat. He was grinning insanely with pointed teeth.
Bill (that was his name, I dimly remembered), cackled again. Blue fire crackled around his hands."Ah, human form," he said in that annoyingly nasal voice. "It's been too long."
I couldn't hold my head up any longer. I curled up into a ball, shuddering with the remembered pain, crying softly.
Dipper's P.O.V.
As Stanley and I flew towards the top of the cliff, I began to hear a horrible, twisting keen of agony. What made it worse was that I could guess who's throat it was coming from. Along with it, as an undertone, was a high-pitched, insane, familiar laugh.
As I neared the top of the cliff, the keen trailed off. My heart froze to think of what had happened. A cackle drove the point even further home.
I cleared the top of the cliff, and gasped in horror. It was worse than I had imagined.
Elia was curled up in a ball, obviously alive, but for how long, I didn't know. And Bill… Well, Bill was a human. Which was bad. Very, very bad.
Bill caught sight of me. His smile faltered
"Pine Tree," he spat. "Why is it always you and - Glasses?" he screeched as he saw Stanley.
"Hello, again, Bill," Stanley said coldly. "It's been a while."
Bill was opening and closing his mouth like a fish, speechless. With each passing second, he looked more and more perplexed.
I flew down to Elia. She was shivering, sobbing. Something about her had changed. I didn't know what exactly had changed; I just knew something had.
I shook Elia. She didn't respond, just curled over and went on crying.
"You've gone too far this time, Bill," Stanley said. "I can't allow you to terrorize Gravity Falls any longer."
Bill finally found his voice. "Oh, you won't allow me," he said mockingly. "Oh, the man won't allow me to terrorize a town he's been away from for thirty years." He laughed mirthlessly. "You know I don't care what you allow and what you don't, Glasses. It's far too late for that."
Suddenly, I felt Elia stir beneath my outstretched hand.
Elia's P.O.V.
I knew it was Dipper, even though I couldn't see him. He always had a soft, awkward touch. That touch started me remembering.
I remembered all of the times I'd been teased in the past thirteen years. I remembered all of the times I'd been bullied. I remembered all of the times my parents had argued, had hit me. I remembered all of the lonely nights spent with a knife. I remembered all of the sadness, the pain, the reasonless guilt, the shame I had felt.
It all ended now.
I could hear Stanley and Bill arguing. Good. It meant that Bill was preoccupied. I shifted my weight, lifting myself onto my forearms. I winced as the rocks dug through the bandages and into the healing cuts, but the pain drove me on. I opened my eyes and focused on Bill. Somehow, I didn't know how I knew, attacking him would allow me to rise above my previous feelings.
A low growl started in my throat. I could hear Dipper scooting away. Smart. He could at least guess what was about to happen.
I felt the growl deepen to a full-on snarl. I pushed myself onto all fours, still focusing on Bill, all my negative feeling building up before a massive dam. Then, with a nudge, I sent that dam crashing down.
A bellow of incandescent rage exited my mouth. I launched myself at an unsuspecting and very surprised Bill, slamming my limbs into anywhere I could get them. The demon-turned-human crashed to the ground, me still on top of him.
All the bad experiences I had kept up cooped inside of me were pouring into this one attack. It may be futile, but at least I could derive some sick pleasure from it while it last-
Bill grabbed me by the front of my shirt and pulled me close to his face. It wasn't a pleasant sight; blood poured from Bill's nose, a few of his teeth were missing, and the area around the eye not covered by an eyepatch was puffy.
"How?" he snarled in my face, spit flying. "How did you do this to me?"
"I'm a human, and I know what human weaknesses are." I chuckled smugly. "Anyway, you said it yourself, mate; llamas were always stubborn." Then I spit in his eye.
Bill screamed and dropped me, holding his eye. I fell to the ground, and collapsed; my legs were too weak to support me. Bill held his eye, screaming in pain.
"Elia, back away from Bill," Stanley said. "He's still dangerous-"
Bill thrust out his left hand. A blue fireball shot from it - straight towards, not me, but Stanley. I saw the blast out of the corner of my eye, and, unconsciously, leapt towards it.
Time seemed to slow down. I could see Dipper reaching for me with his mouth open, Stanley looking towards me, and the blast of fire moving, always moving.
"Lok'tar," I said, before my world was encased in blue.
Yup, Elia just leapt in front of a fireball meant for Stanley. Will she make it, or won't she? Keep in touch, and please review! SP out.