Chapter 11? Idk, this one is one of my personal favorites. You'll see why. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own the fallen series.
Luce's mind was a frenzy of thoughts when she finally came into her dorm later that night. Nora was asleep on the top bunk of their beds, so Luce just pulled off her shoes and reached up to rip out the hair ties in her hair.
"When Lucifer told God that he didn't want to serve in heaven and introduced free will, they asked angels to side between heaven and hell," Ellie's words haunted Luce. "Some sided with God, while other's sided against him, but not everyone got to choose,"
She grabbed her brush and ran it through her long hair a few times, the repeated action doing nothing to sooth her mind.
"For years angel's cast their decision, those who sided with God's wings staying pure and white, but those who sided with Satan wings grew golden and they became what we called demons,"
She changed into a pair of blue sleep shorts and a dark blue tank top and picked up her tooth brush and a roll of toothpaste.
"But there was one angel who sided with neither heaven of hell, he'd chosen love. Love over the entire war, over his faith in god, and over his love toward Lucifer, his brother. He chose his love of the girl he would choose over and over again. Dani. "
Lucinda switched on the light of the bathroom and started the faucet and put toothpaste on her brush, mechanically brushing her pale white teeth up and down, as routine.
"Since Dani had chosen love over this pointless war, he and the love of his life were cursed into something worse then mere death. While Dani would stay immortal forever, his love would never pass the age of adolescence, dying in a blaze of flame whenever she would recall the choice he made."
"What was her name?" Luce had asked.
"Lucinda," Lucy replied gravely.
Luce turned off the water and gazed at herself in the mirror. The story those little girls had told her had freaked her out. A lot. But she needed to calm down.
"For thousands of years Lucinda would be born again and again to different families, only to meet Dani and die the same way as before, until one day, when she would finally meet him at a reform school and Lucinda was different from all her other lives." The older girl continued.
"Her hair was shorter," Lucy chirped in. "and she wasn't baptized,"
"And who knew that because she wasn't born into a family of any kind of faith, her life in Thunderbolt Georgia would be her last in the cycle." Ellie finished.
Luce shut her eyes and took even breaths. It was all just a story, she thought. Just a story their parents told them.
Walking back to her room, Luce was glad that they hadn't gotten the chance to finish the story, because it was about then that their parents came home. They'd only been gone for about an hour, their car wouldn't start and they couldn't get a mechanic till the next day but they still paid Luce all the money that they'd promised her.
Finally, Luce walked back down the carpeted hallway and laid her head down to res ton her pillow, pulling the comforter and quilt her mother had knitted for her and shut her eyes and drifted off to sleep.
. .
She was in a cemetery.
When Lucinda opened her eyes, the first thing she found were the dark black iron gates of a cemetery, and beyond that were pale green hills dotted with old fashioned gray tombstones. Cemeteries always creeped Luce out, ever since she was little being surrounded by death and dead bodies, who wouldn't be? So, since she was younger she'd always tried to avoid them, but why her dream took her here, she'd never know.
Luce looked behind her. There was just a big grey building, something she didn't want to go near either so she opted for the cemetery, even though on any of other circumstances she would never go there but something was pulling her towards its green pastures. So, with a deep breath, Luce walked through the gates and into the grassy plains.
It wasn't as bad as Luce had imagined, but aimlessly wandering around had its downfalls. She'd never had a dream like this before, but she'd had others where she didn't know where she was or who she was.
But this wasn't those kinds of dreams. She knew who she was and what she was doing but not where she was. But she did know she was being pulled down towards a smaller hill where there were two newer grave stones. Luce knelt down to gaze at the first. It was a man's and said he was a beloved father. But the second one, right next to his that scared Luce.
Because sitting on top of it, was a girl.
She was about Luce's age, maybe a year younger with brown curls that went to about her shoulders and flushed cheeks. She wasn't very tall but curvy, and wore a long white dress that flowered around her ankles. She held her cuffs with delicate fingers and was swinging her legs while she sat on top of the stone that signified someone's death.
"What are you doing here?" Luce asked suddenly, flinching back. Her voice sounded sharper then she intended to, but she'd never seen someone else in her dreams. Especially someone who comes out of nowhere.
"I could ask you the same thing, Lucinda," The girl on the grave stone replied with a smirk.
"How do you know my name?" Luce asked, straightening up on her knees. "And who are you?"
"I know everything," The strange girl said cryptically, waggling her fingers.
"Okaaay," Luce replied, standing up and wiping her hands on her sleep shorts. "What am I doing here?"
"Don't tell me you don't recognize this lovely establishment," The weird girl asked, shaking her head. "You're at Swords and Cross,"
"Swords and Cross?" Luce asked, remembering the school that she and her parents had passed on their way to Emerald University.
"Yep," The curly haired teen said with a grin, jerking her thumb at the school behind them. "That's our school, for the certifiably insane. We used to go there,"
Luce nodded looking back at the cemetery. Why there was a cemetery at a school she'd never know when she suddenly turned around. "Wait, you said this was…our school?"
"Of course," Weird girl grinned. "We were in some of the same classes here. Before I, you know," She mimicked a knife slitting her throat motion.
"I'm sorry…" Luce shook her head. "Do I know you?"
She threw her hands up in the air. "Finally, we're getting somewhere."
"But, I don't even know your name," Luce admitted.
"Oh, that's easy," she nodded down to the tombstone she was sitting on. "Look for yourself."
Carefully, Luce knelt down toward the grave that the girl was sitting on. She looked up at the girl before she dared to go on.
"g=Go on," The girl told Luce. "See for yourself,"
Carefully, Luce leaned over, looking at the grave.
"Pennyweather Van Syckle Lockwood," Luce read.
"That's me," The girl smirked again. "But you call me Penn,"
Yay! Penn's back! I was really disappointed when I found out that she wasn't in Rapture, after being murdered by Miss Sophia, it was the least they could do, but whatever. So, she's back! And sitting on e her own grave and creeping Luce out. Yay. Please review!