Hotel of the Dammed

CHAPTER 6

Kay began to clear her mind, the last incident played so much havoc in her brain that she thought she would short circuit or something to those ends. But in order for her to get out of this place, she had to clear her mind and began to think like the Seeker that she was.

Mark grinned in confidence as he watched her close her eyes and began to breath normally, now, that curiosity that seemed to get her in trouble would also get her out of trouble.

"Ok…Mark began, " The first part of the song we already know, we stopped here for the night."

"Yeah, Kay didn't open her eyes yet, her mind was still going over the words of the song, "Hmmm…this could be heaven or this could be hell…some sort of temporal warp in the time fabric, ok…"

Kay rose up from the bed, her eyes open now with that look of intense concentration on her face as she paced in the room. Mark sat on the bed and watched her as she ran over the words over and over…

It was coming to her slowly, "…'We are all just prisoners here, of our own device'…that's it!"

Now her dark eyes were smiling, there's that look that Mark loved to look at so much. Her eyes bright and that smirk of a smile on her crimson lips, Kay was back to normal again.

"'Relax,' said the night man, We are programmed to receive. You can checkout any time you like, but you can never leave…Mark! That's it! They're stuck here because they've done something terribly wrong and evil that their guilt has chained their souls to this place!" Kay was excited now, which made Mark feel much better about being stuck here.

"That would make sense, I didn't get anything live from them…" Mark replied, "But I can still get out of here and I've done a hell of a lot more evil and nasty things. If this place can stop me from taking you, why didn't it stop me?"

"Because, you have no guilt! Mark, think about it! You're a Reaper, you do what comes naturally, so you don't feel guilty about it." Kay was griining ear to ear as she still paced around the room.

"Hold on, I've felt plenty of guilt since you came into my life, baby."

"But you don't hold on to it, don't you?" Kay sat beside him and touched his hand, "Humans can hold on to guilt a lot longer than you can imagine. Look at me, I feel so guilty for going into my mother's grave and performing that taboo magic on her body. But I had to do it, I couldn't live with myself if I didn't follow my gut instincts about you. But not all people hold on to it, they can let it go if they forgive themselves for the wrong. These people must be feeling pretty shitty about themselves to get stuck here, a temperate rip is something very powerful, you know?"

Mark smiled at her, "But what the hell can be that powerful to tear it open? I'm pretty powerful myself, but I can't do that!"

Kay began to bit her bottom lip as she thought for a moment, "There's only a few things that can to it…a powerful magic spell gone wrong…a death curse…"

"Curses are pretty nasty…" Added Mark, "How do you guys stop a curse?"

Kay was silent for a moment, "Rarely. I heard that Matron Shalla removed one once, but she's a High Priestess, my gods, I'm not even a priestess yet! I'm just a witch, what can I do with a curse?"

Mark pulled her face towards him, he didn't like it when she was hard on herself, "Kay, you're something better than a High Priestess, baby, you're a Goddess…."

She turned her face away from him, she didn't like being called that. It made her feel worthless of the path that was chosen for her, others that have done the journey were worthy of it. They could use their inner powers freely, they had control over it and could use the power of the Goddess at their choosing. But Kayla still had difficulties with her inner powers, the ability to use all four elements was hard on her body and mind.

"Some goddess, I still can't fully use my inner powers, Mark. Please don't bring that up now…"

Mark pulled her face again towards his, "Kayla, it really pisses me off when you put yourself down like that. Honey, I've told you before, you have a hell of a lot more power than you think. I've seen it twice before."

Kayla starred at him for a moment with a disbelief look on her face, "When?"

"The first time was at my place, just after the funeral. I put you to bed and when downstairs and…" He stopped for a moment, "…had a glass of wine. I was just relaxing when I felt the house shake and the water pipes busted. I ran to my room and found that the candles were flaming up to three feet in the air, anything not nailed down was being thrown around, the bathroom pipes were flowing free with water."

"Really? I don't remember that…"

"No, you were still sleeping, you were in a sleep walk sort of state. Your powers were just acting out on your pain. You almost totalled my room." He smiled, "And there was the last time, you stopped Ketchem in the house. I know what I saw, and it wasn't the spell. You were the goddess at that moment. Kay, you had white silver hair and your eyes looked like the night's sky. You glowed with a bright white light that terrified them, and you stripped Ketchem of his power and freed the slaves with just a waved of your hand. You can't tell me that what the temple says about you isn't true. Weather you like it or not, babe, you're the real deal."

She looked at him, her eyes still unsure, "I wish I could have your self confidence…"

Mark leaned over and kissed her gently on her lips, "You will, you'll see, it'll all come into place, Babe. But right now, let's try to get you out, ok?"

"Ok," Kay smiled, "so, if this place is cursed, then we have to find out why and how it got cursed, not to mention what kind of curse."

"There are different kinds?" Mark asked.

"Oh yeah, there's non-leather curses, like giving you an ingrown toenail to tortured for all eternity." Kay replied as her stood up and began to pace again, her mind continuing in its quest for answers.

"I would guess this would classify as tortured for all eternity." He commented.

"Yeah, I wonder what happened?" She turned to him, "did you find anything in the basement?"

"No, it's actually really small, just laundry facilities and storage. Lost of boxes, but nothing odd."

"For once, evil isn't in the basement." Kay smiled…there has to be an answer in the song…" She began to repeat the words over again, "And in the master's chambers,
they gathered for the feast. They stab it with their steely knives, but they just can't kill the beast…Master's chambers…owner of the hotel?"

"And where would that be?" Mark asked as he raised himself from the bed.

"I don't know, but there's four people downstairs that know. I want to go talk with them now."

Mark pulled Kay close and kissed her once more, "Now, there's my girl."

To be continued.