Final chapter! :D Sorry if it seems rushed; I was really anxious to finish up this story.
Next Story: The sequel to A New Light, and it'll be called Light to Find.
"Star! Star!" a panicked voice rang. Star wearily opened her eyes. Her chest gently rose up and down and she breathed. Her eyes stared ahead at her frantic mother. Suddenly, they widened in shock.
There, writhing in pain was her mother, looking crippled and old as a massive body loomed above her. Pariah Dark! His eyes were blazing as he looked at her, as if her mother was a piece of chocolate.
Star froze. She was never close with her mom; in fact, the elderly woman annoyed her at times. It wasn't natural for Star to launch into panic for her mother. Even Star would admit, she didn't really care when her mother was sitting there at the dinner table crying over taxes and bills.
Another shriek snapped Star back into reality. This was her mother at the foot of death! Star instinctively turned into a ghost, remembering what Dark Danny had taught her. Instantly, Star regretted changing in front of her mother. She watched in horror as her mother's teal eyes widened.
"S-S-Star!" she shrieked, only to be cut off my Pariah smacking a huge hand across her face. Star yelled in grief as her mother fell to the floor, her eyes closed. She wasn't dead; just knocked unconscious.
"Stupid bitch." Pariah murmured under his breath. Star felt anger rising like a wave. She instinctively lunged at Pariah, her white teeth bared. But he simply raised a hand and Star fell back into her bed. Her eyes flashed brighter, but only for a second. She couldn't get the same battle phase she did when she was fighting Dark Danny. Stupid powers! Why can't you come when I need it? Star weakly got up.
"What do you want?" she demanded, her voice giving off a slight ghostly echo. Star realized with a shudder that she was growing powerful. Pariah merely laughed, although there was no humor, just death, in his voice.
"What every ghost wants: to gain ultimate power." He said, his eyes mischievous. Star forced herself to roll her eyes.
"How's that working out for you? She said. She quickly shot a quick and powerful blast at Pariah, but he absorbed the energy like a sponge. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then opened them to reveal piercing red eyes. Star gulped.
"Get away." she said in a tiny voice. Pariah laughed, his voice sending shivers up Star's spine. Star felt like crying. She never asked for these powers; they were forced upon her by an ambitious, evil, cocky, jerky, ruthless, power-hungry ghost. Now she was going to die because of them. Star felt a small tear roll down her cheek, but she blinked and it was gone.
"Foolish girl." Pariah said. "You're too weak to take on me." He sneered. Star sighed. Why can't he leave me alone? But Pariah went on, eventually circling her bed.
"So, Ms. Light. How long have you had these powers?" he asked. Star sat on her bed, frozen in fear. But Pariah was impatient. He quickly shot a burning red ray at Star's spine.
Star screamed in pain. It was just a slight tickle at first, but in less than a second the ray had engulfed her body. It felt like a thousand bees stinging her at once. Once it stopped, she writhed on her bed in pain.
"Two months." She eventually choked out. Pariah smiled. Obviously this was how he expected this to go.
"Very good, very good." He sneered. Star just lay on her bed, cringing at the pain that still lingered.
"Stop…" she murmured. She just wanted to wake up from this…nightmare. Or was it a dream? Maybe it was both.
Pariah seemed to hear her quiet prayer. He smiled, his face like something out of a horror movie. He flicked his wrist quickly, and Star was plummeted into his palm. He seemed to grow larger as he wrapped his hand around Star like a doll. I'm going to die, going to die. There's no way I can defeat this...monster. He's too strong and too powerful. I'm never going to see the sun again. I'm never going to do anything again. Star sighed, and closed her eyes, waiting for eternal darkness to overcome her.
Are you that weak? A voice echoed in Star's head. Star opened her eyes with a jolt. That was his voice. Maybe... Star thought with a shudder. Why was she hearing his voice in her head? You defeated me with no problem. Now do the same to Pariah. He said. Star stared ahead, half-expecting the ruthless figure to emerge from the shadows. You're not weak, Star. Star was surprised to hear him say that. Usually he was as cheeky and cocky as a squirrel with an ego.
"No, I'm not…" Star murmured.
"Not what?" Pariah teased, and flicked his wrist, throwing her against a wall. Star felt the impact, but felt no damage. She felt heat rise in her eyes, and she knew they were glowing red. She could feel it running through her veins, like super-strong adrenaline.
"Weakling. You couldn't even go a day without filing your nails or doing your hair." Pariah sneered. Are you going to let him treat you like crap? His voice rang in her head.
"No…" Star whispered. She felt rays forming at her palms. That's good Star. Keep going. He urged. Star rose from the corner, ignoring the blood in the floor.
Two months ago, she was a popular and let's face it, a little selfish, teenage girl. Old Star didn't have a care in the world besides whether or not the new Sephora lipstick would compliment her face or not. Now, the only thing on her mind was to get Pariah out of Amity Park.
"Repeat that." Star whispered. She felt the rays growing larger and larger. She even heard a slight gasp from Pariah. She smiled, and let the entire battle flow over her like water.
It was one big blur. She remembered blood, screaming, and a thermos. She remembered screaming and rays. She remembered the words of icy praise coming from her head. But basically, the entire battle was a blur.
Star opened her eyes. She fell to her knees, examining her surroundings. Ripped papers, crushed furniture and broken glass lay everywhere. Blood covered almost every inch of the room. Her mother's unconscious body lay in the middle of the room, surprisingly unharmed. Star felt sharp pains in her knees, and realized she had broken glass in her knee. However, that wasn't the thing on her mind. On her bed lay a silver and green thermos. Star had done it.
That's it! It's done!
Some Final A/Ns: I actually think I could of done better, cause I feel like I totally butchered Star :/ I'm usually not used to working with canon characters, especially one who doesn't have a lot of background. Let me know, cause there might be a sequel.