Well, taking into consideration your reviews. I guess that the last chapter pulled some heart strings no?
Seabiscuit: Oh love. Grow a pair will ya? Otherwise G. has a bigger pair than you. XD Love you really.
Guest: Hello! Thanks for reviewing! Zoe is strong, but someone can only bend so much before they snap and unfortunately I think this may be the case. Yeah, sorry about Jack. Bummed me out but had to be done!
ChocyKitty: Woah there. Gore in good time. I have promised you gore and gore you will get. Just be patient dear. Also erhmergerd! Update!
SoaringPheonix86: -catches bit of broken soul and taunts tied up muse with it- This chapter is a little rubbish. It needed to be written, simply to explain how broken Zoe has become. So don't expect too much.
Cheshire cat: I'm afraid so! Sorry! -insert guilty face here-
TanairyCornelio: Me too. But nope. He's gone.
Panda-Chan8: Oh Zoe has flipped. Her shit has totally cracked.
Dex Zabeth: You couldn't have said it any better. Zoe truly has nothing to lose.
Chapter 11 - Reflection
Pitch smiled looking down at her. 'Oh,' he says softly kneeling down. 'Oh, oh, oh,' he sweeps her hair back. His tone is soft and reassuring. 'It's okay,' he says with a smirk. Nathara looked up at him, her face contorted in pain. He smiles more. She opens her mouth to say something and he leans down holding his hand to his ear. Nathara whispers broken words to him.
'D'n 'der'tan'' she says barely coherent. Their world was filled in darkness, black oily swirls that moved away with every step that Pitch took. This was their prison. It was empty of sound and light, it was cold and felt full of death. A deep feeling inside that sucked away at anything good. A Reaper's creation.
'You don't understand?' Pitch repeats, a large smile on his face. 'Oh my dear. I don't care. Your understanding doesn't matter. The only thing important to me at this time, is your death,' he says kindly stroking her cheek. She gasps, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth. She was curled into a ball, her body racked in agony. He chuckles deeply, the black mist begins to cover her body. 'This is going to be very exciting,' he says quietly.
'So very, very exciting.'
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Rosie howls as she's running through the snow. Maker almighty! This is freezing! She curses in her mind. She looks up to where Ashley and Seth were flying, well Ashley flew, Seth drove. She couldn't see Lucas, but she wouldn't be able to while he was moving. Her heart ached for Zoe, she was distraught. Ashley dipped down her large wings closing as she came in to land. She dropped into the snow nearby and dropped the staff.
'Damn thing,' she cursed looking at it. Rosie ran over, she shifted swearing at the coldness around her ankles as she did so. Her tail flicked and her ears laid flat to her scalp. 'It won't stop doing... it.'
'It?' Rosie repeated wrapping her arms around herself. 'What the hell is 'it'? She shivers in the rough breeze. Seth pulls around and kicks up a load of snow as he comes to a halt. Ashley and Rosie both move a few steps away to avoid the sudden cloud of cold powder coming towards them. Ashley flapped the light covering off her wings and scowled at him.
'What's the commotion? We're only about a mile away, we need to keep going,' he says lifting his visor. He raises a brow at the two sisters in question. 'What's going on?' He repeats. Ashley kicks the staff in explanation, not caring about the fact that it belonged to a friend. The wind catches it making it spin away and stick upright in the snow.
'This damn thing is giving me fucking frostbite!' She says viciously looking at her fingers. 'I've held it for as long as I can, but it's shaking and keeps going cold, freezing my fingers together. It's got one of the Reaper's damn stones in it!' She scowls at it. Seth dismounts from his bike and crosses the snow to take a look at her hands. Ashley swore as he traced over her fingers. Rosie raises a brow and goes to touch the staff.
'Maker!' She says, her ears pulled back in pain, her tail dipped between her legs. 'It's frozen. Completely.' She sucks at her fingers. 'It's so cold it damn well burns.'
'It is the Reaper's influence,' Lucas says appearing in the snow, causing the white powder to merely flurry. 'She has lost control. Therefore the stones are fluctuating with power,' he says calmly. He carried Jack, only the wind caused his hair to move. 'The Guardians will know that we're here,' he adds. He laid Jack in the snow, near his staff. 'I have sent them a message.'
'A message? What kind of message did yo-' Seth began. There was a flash of light that caused spots to appear in front of everyone's eyes. 'Well that answered that,' he muttered rubbing his eyes. Lucas' lips merely twitched in amusement. Rosie stood there blinking and still sucking her fingers, Ashley moved closer to Seth, using his build to block the cold breeze that seemed to never cease. 'What do we do now?' Seth asked looking at his wife, who shrugged.
'Now, we wait for the Guardians,' Lucas said looking down at Jack. 'And we hope that their grief does not befall any harm on those who are innocent.'
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I pull, placing pressure on her arm. My bare foot digs into the soft muscle that covers her shoulder blade. I can feel her blood travel through her flesh, the steady, but fast thumping that increases my own heart beat in anticipation. Her whimpers merely add to the sweet symphony that is her panicked breathing. Since I lost my soul I have felt nothing but anger, hot and heavy in my body; here I feel the warm satisfaction. A soothing balm. I increase the pressure making her yelp and cry out. The smell of burning wood fills my nose, bitter and dry. She has cried and begged, pleaded. It was not enough. It will never be enough. I am holding her to the floor, she lies in the burnt bodies of her precious garden, their ashes smearing over her skin, mixing with her tears. Deep black smudges, over her pale complexion; her face pressed to the dead grass. 'I didn't know,' she sobs, it's barely understandable, but I get the base of what she's trying to say. I don't care. I twist her arm slightly, smiling at her agonized squeal. I can feel her shoulder joint grinding as I twist. The tendons pop as they release, making her cry out more. I close my eyes and inhale a shuddering breath, my endorphins flooding my body.
'You did not care,' I say roughly pulling at her arm. She screams to the point where no more noise leaves her mouth. I place my other hand at her elbow, her cries are becoming more animalised, more panicked.
'Please.. Zoe,' she says in a breath. 'Be... merciful..' she begins to bawl. I wear a tight smile, tears falling from my eyes as I bend down, still pressing half my weight on her shoulder. I can feel her bone splintering under the increase.
'Death.. is never merciful,' I whisper in her ear. She begins to struggle at my words. Her legs thrashing, but she can't move her torso. My strength overpowers hers. 'Not even for the Reaper.' I say feeling my tears fall. She coughs as her breath catches in her throat. I narrow my eyes and in a swift blow I pull back my arm and shatter her elbow joint. She screams hoarsely and I sigh, the bone pierces through her flesh, her skin audibly tearing. A spray of deep red covers my hand as I dig my nails into her ruined arm. Her blood is hot and sticky as it runs over my fingers and drips off my own elbow. The break was not clean and I can see the sharp white splinters force and bury their way through her arm's tissue. I squeeze making the bone fragment more into painful needles. The metallic aroma of her blood made my pulse jump, I can feel my mind sooth in it's endless screaming. Her screams bring me back to reality, it is no longer a sweet symphony, more of a cat's chorus. My nose wrinkles in disgust and I drop her arm, she whimpers and tries to crawl away from me, but my foot is still on her shoulder, pinning her. I bend down and grab her by the hair almost pulling it from her scalp, as it is I hear it tear from her head. 'Where is he?' I ask quietly tugging on the strands in my hand. I had asked her when I first broke into her home. She refused to tell me then as well. So I destroyed her precious flowers, using my powers to wither and crush her family. Just as her father stole mine.
'I-I don't know!' She wailed, trying to scratch at my hand, but her right arm was destroyed beyond use and hung limply at her side. I opened my wings to keep my balance as she struggled underfoot.
'Yes. Yes you do. You gave him my stones,' I say frowning. 'My stones! Mine!' I spit at her, shaking my hand, making her scalp begin to rip and bleed.
'The prison!' She screams. 'He still trapped in the prison!' She drew in a clogged breath. I drop her, wiping my hands on my shorts. My lip curls in hatred, so he is still trapped. Good. Means I won't have to hunt him down. I go to turn away from her, she curls into a ball holding her arm. 'You can't beat him,' she said almost laughing. I narrow my eyes. 'You will lose,' she says spitting blood at the grass. I had beaten her bloody before pinning her to the floor. Her eye was swollen and bruised, she had a couple of cracked ribs I'm sure. I heard the snaps. She had tried to fight back, I had a couple of injuries, but I didn't even feel them, my rage overpowered everything else.
'I have nothing to lose,' I say with a growl. I catch sight of myself in her lake, which was now a murky black with the ash and dirt, my eyes glitter silver and there is no white in my wings, the colour from my hair seems to have swapped. I pick up my scythe, it's blade half immersed in the water.
'He will take everything from you for this!' Natalie cowered. I feel more tears drop down my chin. I haven't stopped crying since I felt his breath leave his body. His blood still stained my skin, if I close my eyes I can hear his voice amongst the screams in my mind. It's faint but it's there. I look around at the destroyed garden, black, shrivelled plants and acrid smoke in the air. 'You may be the Reaper but you still have fear! You can't beat him!' She screamed at me.
I turn toward her and inhale deeply, opening my wings wide. Her eyes open in her own fear as I advance. 'Do you fear death?' I ask her, swinging my blade around.
'You wouldn't dare,' she says trying to crawl back. 'There's the b-balance..' she protests weakly.
'Haven't you heard?' I say sickly sweet, memorising the incredible amount of fear on her face. 'I am the balance,' I laughed as I brought the blade around. It met the soft skin of her throat, biting into her flesh deeply. She shrieked in agony, her body in spasm. I can't help but laugh, the sound makes my throat sore, with the harshness of my voice. Her blood erupts from the wound as I dig my blade in deeper and it pierces her artery, I can feel my breath pulse from my body quickly. The satisfaction from her pain making my heart flutter. The tears that fall from my eyes, wash my cheeks of the fresh blood. I pull the scythe from her mercilessly, sawing through her collar bone. She slumps to the side, her legs twitching. She had bitten through her tongue in her spasms and she was now drowning in her own life essence. I kneel down to her level pulling in my wings. I grab her chin in my fingers forcing her to look at me. Red trickled out her mouth in waves as she coughed and choked. Her eyes began to pale and I felt her time come to an end. In her last seconds, I stared deep into her eyes.
'Now you know my pain,' I whispered, 'death would be a release.'
'B...B...' She tried to speak. I shook my head and gripped her chin tighter. I leaned close.
'Consider this... A mercy,' I say letting her head loll onto her chest as her life spark ended. Her death nulls the pain in my head and heart for merely a few minutes before the echoing screams in my mind return. Along with the haunting whisper.
'Angel...'
Well, it looks like Zoe has totally snapped D;
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