Here's the next chapter, peeps! I've had a bit more inspiration (not from my dreams this time, oh no, it's from washing dishes!) and this story will go past twenty chapters (Yay!) So that's the news on this story, no, I'm not giving out spoilers *smiles* It's just too much fun to drag it out! Read on, reviewers and/or readers! My awesome story awaits!
Summary: Kurt is a Fallen, an indescribably beautiful race of demon–angels. Kitty is a fledgling priestess with a hidden power. Kitty knows that Kurt isn't her enemy, but can she prove it?
Fallen Angel
17. Captive Soul/Looking Through Another's Eyes
Kitty blinked her eyes open. Huh. When the white light had come, she hadn't thought that it wasn't going to take her back to that other realm, right? She looked around. Still in darkness. Was this still her mind? Yet it didn't have that same familiar feel to it that she had had within her own head…
No, it didn't seem like it. She could actually hear snatches of noise, unlike when she'd been back in her own head, where apparently being knocked out means no background noise. She could hear fragments of words and the occasional whoosh of fire—Kurt or Sparks, she imagined, with the fire, and the slightest twanging noise—the bow, no doubt unleashing Spirit arrows.
She closed her eyes, feeling her surroundings seem to shift. She could hear something else now, drowning out the other bits of sound—wind roaring, maybe? She opened her eyes to find she was staring at a whirlwind; Kitty was standing in the eye of a hurricane, a hurricane without water, so more like a tornado, so it seemed. She stared hard enough at the edges of the roaring winds, and could see the edges of snaking chains of shadowy darkness flickering through and around the maelstrom.
Kitty had a pretty good idea where she had been taken. That white light, that had brought here, reminded her of the element Spirit…so now she was stuck in Fervior's mind?
She walked over to the rotating winds, attempting to walk through it, but the wall of air repulsed her. Frowning, she glanced around for something else to use—and her eyes alighted on the sitting form of Fervior.
Slowly, cautiously, she crept over to him, noticing he seemed frozen in that position. His glazed eyes, she noted, were brown with gold flecks, like the ones he'd had in the memory she'd seen.
So this was the good Fervior? Locked away in the back of his own mind, bound by the chains of darkness that had probably consumed almost all of his broken soul?
After thinking all that, Kitty figured it was a pretty bad way to live—if you were even conscious of your life being taken away in the first place. Yeah…
Hmm… She walked around Fervior, attempting to shove him towards the biting wind to break through the air, but he remained unmoving, and it was then that she noticed the chains of darkness that covered the outside of the whirlwinds snaked across the ground as well—several bound the stationary Fervior to the floor. Well, there went that idea. She walked back around him and crouched in front of him. She looked closely at his eyes—could she see something in them? A reflected picture, perhaps…?
Her eyes widened as she made out the shape of Kurt, dodging several Spirit arrows shot in his direction; in the distance, she could see her own body, lying askew against the ground of the realm, the dragon-Sparks crouched beside it, flaming wings spread over Kitty as if protecting her in case any Spirit arrows came too close.
She unconsciously reached out one hand towards her friends, and as her hand collided with Fervior's shoulder, everything swirled away and she fell into darkness.
Kurt leaped backwards as a Spirit arrow flew past him. While he had never really cared much before, he now thanked his lucky stars that he was rather agile and capable of dodging arrows without exerting the necessary energy to teleport. He attempted throwing the occasional fireball, but most of them swung wide, or, if they did head in the right direction, Fervior would swat them away.
What on earth had made Kitty think Fervior wasn't their enemy?
He scuttled forwards, throwing another fireball. Fervior stepped to the side and the fireball flew off into the depths of the realm, the swirling colors swallowing up the thin pinprick of orange light.
Kurt got ready with another fireball; suddenly Fervior froze—not like the kind that looking at Kitty with the bow in hand had produced; no, this freezing in place seemed more out of confusion than anything else.
The blue Fallen noticed that Fervior's eyes had changed color—again. (How many times were his eyes going to change color?) But neither the black with red flecked nor the brown with gold flecked eyes stared out at him—these eyes were a crystalline blue.
He knew those eyes!
Kurt spared a glance backwards at the unconscious form of Kitty, still watched over by the fiery dragon. He looked forwards, at Fervior; the blue eyes were unnerving him. He forced himself to speak.
"…Kitty…?"
Kitty cheered to herself. How had he known? "Kurt?" she called out, hearing her own voice in her ears. Kurt stiffened, looking perplexed, eyes flicking back and forth between her body and Fervior, who—she assumed—she had taken control of, sort of?
"Kitty, is that you?" Kurt asked; his eyes filled with confusion.
"Yeah, um, it's rather hard to explain so please don't ask why I'm here and not there, and it's really strange here, like you wouldn't believe, and…am I rambling?"
Kurt nodded, his facial expression: disturbed. "Do you know how to get back?"
"Back?"
"You know, to your own body?"
"Ohh…" Kitty paused, thinking. "I hadn't really thought about that one… Er…" She glanced down, still unnerved by the Spirit arrow sitting, waiting against the bow. Hmm… she stared at the arrow for a moment, an idea beginning to form in her head. She raised the bow, walking forwards a few steps. Kurt leaped out of her way.
"What are you doing?"
"I have an idea," she exclaimed.
"And what would that be?" Kurt sounded suspicious, as if her little plot would involve him getting hit with a Spirit arrow (she snorted to herself at the very idea)
"I'm going to attempt to transfer my mind to the Spirit arrow, and I'll shoot my body with it."
"Wait, you really think that'll work?" Kurt was dubious of Kitty's all-mighty plan.
"Of course," replied Kitty, miffed, though she herself harbored small seedlings of doubt.
Kurt studied the arrow in question for a moment; then spoke. "So if your…ah…mind is going to be in the Spirit arrow, then who's going to shoot said arrow?"
"Well…" Kitty looked down at the bow. "Er…" She thought fast. "I suppose…maybe…gah! Um, why don't we just see if my plan works first, shall we?" She laughed nervously.
"Riiight," muttered Kurt skeptically, and stepped to the side, signaling to Sparks, who lifted her wings and flew a short distance from where Kitty's body lay. Kitty shifted the bow awkwardly, realizing something rather terrible at that moment.
She didn't know how to shoot an arrow, or even use a bow!
"…Kurt…?" she began hesitantly.
"Yes, Kitty?" he looked over at her. "Is your plan not working?"
"It's not that…" she said, and her next words made Kurt hit himself, she was that hopeless.
"I don't know how to use a bow…"
"Are you serious?" he asked, and Sparks, who was now sitting next to him, nodded, red eyes almost laughing at Kitty's hopelessness.
"Well…let me try…" Kitty lifted the bow, trying to see the line of flight the arrow would take, clumsily managing to at least point the arrow in the right direction. She closed her eyes…and remembered.
The girl in her vision, from before—Karma—had been able to use the bow, as she had seen. Sparks had called Kitty herself, the reincarnation of Karma—perhaps because she looked like her predecessor, or maybe because they were truly similar in appearance. Either way, according to her 'memories', she should be able to shoot at least a single arrow, right? And she should probably take into consideration that she was 'possessing' Fervior, and he knew how to shoot an arrow. So it didn't matter whether or not she, herself, couldn't shoot worth a penny, it should be enough that she sort of knew how to do it.
Steeling herself, drawing from her memory of her vision, Kitty drew back the bowstring, the Spirit arrow's glow intensifying as she attempted to release her mind from Fervior's, and transfer it to the arrow.
The last thing she really saw was the Spirit arrow glowing like a tiny sun.
She felt the brief sensation of flying…
Kitty opened her eyes slowly, sitting up, examining herself. Her own brown hair hung in her face. She gave a silent cheer in her head. Yes! She was herself again!
She got up, grinning at Kurt, as if to say, 'I told you so!' She glanced over at Fervior, seeing his eyes had changed back to black with red flecks.
Showdown time!
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~ Shadey