DUN-DUN-DUUUN! My heroic return to a two-shot when I should be updating my other works! But hey! Two-shots are easy to write! The only things better are one-shots. They're even better when they DON'T turn into a drabble series *glares at Type of Papa, not meaning it* or have followers *glares at Opposite Ends, still not meaning it* when it's suppose to be a one-shot. Eh. *shrug*
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"I'm sorry," Amy sobbed at Sinead's infirmary bed. They had moved the injured Ekat to the built-in hospitable bed in HQ and, thankfully, the on-hand doctors had said she was going to live. Now it was a matter of time to see when she would wake up.
"If only-" Amy began again but broke off with a cry. Dan hovered worriedly by her side, Ian at the other end. The remainder of the Starling siblings sat, subdued, in chairs as did the rest of the girls. Hamilton was at Sinead's bed, opposite of Amy, holding onto Sinead's hand like a lifeline, which, in a way, it was. Jonah was pacing nervously around the room (he had been found under a chair in Madison's room) as was Nellile. Amy began to calm down and stifled her sobs so that she could speak.
"Guys," she said, her voice coming out cracked and raspy. They looked at her and she flinched at what she saw: terror, confusion, sadness, but worst of all, resignation. They were used to this. No normal kids-scratch that, no kid was suppose to be used to this pain, this feeling of dread, knowing that your next, that you might... die. That last part was like a whisper to Amy, a ghost that shouldn't be there but was. It made her shiver and she pulled Dan closer to her, also unconsciously taking Ian's hand as well.
She was scared. The name, the vicious title of their enemies, played on her lips. 'V.' "Vespers..." Said aloud, everyone shuddered. Said silently in their head, it sounded like a death threat. What were kids suppose to do against an evil organization that stretched back centuries? No, kids weren't even suppose to think of that, much less actually do anything.
"Amy?"
She snapped out her daze at the sound of Dan's voice. She looked down and their eyes locked; jade eyes, one pair frightened, one pair weary, communed in the closest of ways.
What do we do Amy?
It'll be okay Dan.
But what if it's not?
Dan-
I'm scared Amy.
Don't worry, I'll... I'll protect you.
What if it's not enough? Because you know it's not.
Amy jerked back, eyes widening as it seemed a different darkness filled Dan's eyes. It seemed to dance around like a little fire-or a devil. It seemed to smirk back at her while Dan looked on with a bewildered look of bruised innocence.
"Amy..?" he asked in a small voice. Dan was her little brother, not some evil person, she scolded herself. Because really, it was easier to pretend nothing was wrong with him, with her, with any of them. It was better (easier) to pretend they weren't broken, because they were. Aloud, she said, "I'll always be here Dan, don't worry."
"Okay Amy," he said. Until you die that is.
She wanted to scream at it, to order it out of Dan. But she couldn't do anything, and it knew. And because it knew, it gloated, it mocked, it drove them to the breaking point. They weren't AmyandDan anymore; it was more like Amy and Dan.
And what neither of them knew, was that it was about to break them completely.
It had to act fast. It warily stepped over the sleeping bodies, discarding It's stance once outside the room and into the hallway. It took a right and went down the stairs to the kitchen. Throwing a door open, It began to search.
This one? No, too big. What about this? No, too small. Ah, just the right one.
It felt him stirring inside, beginning to awaken. Smirking, It waited with it's treasure in tow for him to awaken.
Woah, what-oh, a dream.
Laughing at his response, It began to raise its treasure up. Gingerly, It lowered the treasure to his wrist.
Okaaaaaaay? What am I doing with a knife?
In response, It slashed viciously at his wrist. He couldn't even cry out, It was in control. But that didn't stop the pain. Or the screams.
AAAAHHHH! STOP IT, IT HURTS! SOMEONE WAKE ME UP!
"No," It whispered, slashing once again at the already mutilated wrist. It relished in his mental screams, his mental pleads, the sound of his breaking. Oh, how It loved him in It's own twisted way. Like the way winter came: a bit fun, always cold, never kind. And It would never let go of him.
Please STOP.
Why?
It hurts!
How much?
To the point of not being able to feel.
It's not enough then.
And again, the cold metal bit into his skin. The mental screams start up again.
IT HURTS! IT HURTS, IT HURTS, ITHURTSITHURTSITHURTSITHURTSITHURTS-
It was time to start on the other wrist. A red river flowed out of the already abused wrist, running down to pool into a small ocean near his feet. The flesh was torn, leaving a jagged line behind. The wound would mostly likely leave a scar. Good. He needed to know who his master was.
PLEASE, I'LL DO ANYTHING! JUST STOP! HELP, SOMEONE, ANYONE!
No ones here... except me.
PLEASE! AMY!
Only I can hear you screaming.
WHY?
Because I love you-and for that I hate you.
And It drove the knife in one last time, openly screaming now. Because It knew its love was crooked, sadistic, cruel. Yet It couldn't help it. So It screamed in pain, in anger, in jealousy over what will never be It's own. It had its fun and know It was going to be driven back into its corner of his mind, to be forgotten and hated because of its existence, because of the pain It brought. Still, It would protect him against these things by its existence, because that is why It existed in the first place.
Do you love me?
NO! I HATE YOU!
Oh, don't worry Dan, you'll come to love me. Maybe fear me first but love me all the same.
You sicko!
But Dan-I am you.
And in its own way, It would break him until only It was left. Because the only way to love him was for It and him to be the same. And the only way to protect him was to tear him down until there was nothing left. Yes, its love was warped and skewed, distorted to look like love when simply, it was jealousy bottled up until it became a sick love. But It didn't have a mirror to look through, to see the its own hideous reflection. It looked through his eyes into the mirror and saw a pale, manically grinning, 13-year old boy, not the monster It actually was.
Even when the others took his love to the mad house, It loved him. Even when he screamed at him to get out of his head, It cared in its own way. Even when the people in the white suits gave him the pill, made it all fuzzy and white, It was there. It would never leave the one It was destined to love, to hate, to be jealous of. Now, stranded in a padded room, wearing a straitjacket, It would forever love him. It-no, that's not its name.
Dan Cahill tore himself down to protect the part of him that still cared. He loved that part of him, enough to go insane for that sane part. Sadly, though, it had already left him long ago.
I love you...
I hate you...
Where are you?
Nowhere.
jealouy-noun.
1. jealous resentment against a rival, a person enjoying success or advantage, ect., or against another's success or advantage itself.
2. mental uneasiness from suspicion or fear of rivalry, unfaithfulness, ect., as in love or aims.
3. vigilance in maintain or guarding something.
"The jealous are troublesome to others, but a torment to themselves."-William Penn
...I'm staring at this right now with an expression of relief, horror, and 'WTF?!' I didn't know that I could even write this until I did. Okay, to clear this up, when I referred to 'It' I meant the insane part of Dan that was jealous of the sane part of Dan because the sane-Dan could actually care. So, the insane-Dan did all those pranks and pushed Sinead to capture the sane-Dan's attention. Near the end, the insane-Dan is all that's left after destroying the sane-Dan to protect and love him, leaving insane-Dan behind by himself...
Yeah.
WTF?!
I don't really understand it myself and I'm the one wrote it! XD Hope you enjoyed it though! Sorry if I strayed from the first chapter but I was trying to make each chapter have a different P.O.V. I put Amy's P.O.V. first to tell you that Amy already knew about insane-Dan. Also on the Vespers part, they already defeated the Vesper 1 but I made them still the Cahills enemies because I thought there were TONS of them. Anyway, that's all, thanks for reading, reviewing, and to NOT asking me to redo this! Goodnight-um... everywhere!