A/N: Me: So you got your napkins?
Violetmoon: Yeah, why?
Me: Cause it's about to go down.
Light and Dark
The girl with the red eyes stared at me. I could feel her controlling me, looking into my mind, totally invading my personal bubble. Ugh! What does this bitch want from me?
"I'll tell you in a minute," she said.
I rolled my eyes. "You know you bad spirits really need to keep out of other people's heads."
She laughed. "Well then that wouldn't be much fun now would it?"
"I thought that's why you killed?"
She gave me an interested look. She slowly crossed her hands over her chest, sticking her hip out. "Now that's where you're wrong. We kill to get stronger, and to entertain."
"You're sick!"
Again, she laughed (this bitch has problems). "Ah, foolish, naïve half-Spirit. I've heard that too many times in my lifetime for it to hurt anymore." Her face suddenly turned serious. "Nothing can hurt me anymore." She snapped her fingers. Evil spirits suddenly gathered around me. They blasted a type of blue force-field on me that rendered me motionless. It's like my body was completely numb or something.
The girl with the red eyes walk up to me, staring at me face-to-face. "So, you're the sneaky little fox that destroyed my precious Spirit Eater."
My eyes winded. She was the creator of that thing? She was evil that Mother Gana was scared to say?
The girl nodded. "Yes I'm the creator. And that hag Spirit should be scared to say my name. As should you." She smiled again. "But if you can kill my pet, then why should you be scared to say my name?"
I suddenly my jaws moving to make out a word. What scared me is that I wasn't doing anything. It was as if my mouth had a mind of its own.
"Kiara," I said.
The girl smiled. "There. My name isn't so bad now is it?"
Kiara. Well it did leave a bad taste in my mouth. Strange the next thing I said. "Why Kiara?"
"It means . . . . dark."
I'm not sure why, but that statement gave me the chills.
Kiara raised her hands. I'm not sure if my eyes were bad, but it seemed that the evil spirits flinched with every move she made.
She shot these weird glances at me. "Wait . . ." She smiled. "You're not that comfortable are you?"
Does she really want me to answer that?
Putting her hand in front of her, glowing white light shot from Kiara's fingertips. The power swirled all around me. I suddenly felt my body expanding. It was a familiar feeling that I instantly remembered.
I looked down at the two hands that use to be my forepaws. "No," I breathed. I stared hard at Kiara.
She smiled. Tapping her chin with her index finger, she nodded. "You're actually an attractive young girl."
I said nothing. In my head, I was trying to change myself back, but nothing was happening. I looked at Kiara. "You bitch, what did you do?"
"Oh nothing," she shrugged. "Just simply locked you transfiguration powers. Nothing big."
I winded my eyes. "No! You can't!"
"But I did."
"You have to let me change into a cat."
She teased me with a fake frown. "But why? You're so pretty. Why would you want to go back to being a hairy little cat?"
Because that's where my life lies, because I need to comfort my friends who just found out their mother is fake, because I need to save the clans!
I would've spilt it all out had it been another person. But I knew I couldn't trust this bitch. My anger to her bubbled up I couldn't take it anymore. I quickly side-glanced at the tree standing next to her. With a quick hand movement, I sent it falling down to her.
Kiara thought fast, and disappeared just before it hit her. A minute later, she reappeared on top of it. She placed her hands on her hips. "You really are a sneaky one, aren't you?"
Suddenly, she shouted in tongue I barely understood. I only caught one word and that was attack. Next thing I next, the evil spirits, who were trembling from the sight of Kiara, became strong and charged towards me.
Evaporating myself, I freely flew in the air as if I was a swift breeze. I had only one place in my head that I knew I would be safe: The moonpool. I knew once I was there, neither Kiara nor the evil spirits could harm me.
My speed was good for flying away from them, but there was one thing I really didn't expect. As I zoomed near the ThunderClan border near the moonpool, sparks of blue began to fly out to me. I looked behind me. What looked like blue balls of electricity were shooting out of the evil spirits, trying to aim towards me.
I began to panic. I was so close to the moonpool, I couldn't waste my energy trying to hot back at them. I would just have to dodge.
Dodging them wasn't all too hard. These things had very bad aim. And hope began to flutter in my heart as I flew over the river that led up to moonpool. I was about a kilometer away from the entrance of the moonpool, but a sharp, very painful feeling shot through my entire body, sending me crashing into the river. Even the cool water didn't help to ease the sensation from the blow I received from the evil spirits.
As I sunk deeper and deeper into the water, all I could feel was pain throughout my entire body. It was as if a thousand knives were stabbing me all at once. Oh my God, it was awful.
I felt myself begin to rise up to surface of the water, being carried out by an invisible force. As I laid on the bank of the river, sodden and cold, I coughed out water and blood. The pain was still there.
Because I was facing the river and too weak to turn around, I didn't see who was walking up behind me. I felt someone poke me with their foot. Then a hand grabbed me, and turned me to face the other side. It was Kiara.
She shook her head. "Now honestly, did you really expect to get that far?"
I said nothing. Pain kept my mouth shut.
Kiara stood up, turning around, her long black hair twirling as she did. She faced the evil spirits lined up behind her. "Now pay close attention," she yelled to them. The evil spirits all cowered slightly at the sound of her thundering voice.
She lifted a finger. "I'm going to show you how to kill a half-Spirit, since it seems 'so hard' for you to all do."
The evil spirits said nothing to the insult. They all just floated there giving their full attention to Kiara.
As she laid her red eyes on me, I felt my blood turn to ice. My breathing quickened as she stepped closer to me. Oh my God. Please tell me she'll just wave her hand and get it over with? Please tell me it will be quick.
She held her hand over me. "First, you need to numb your victim." A weird type of green gas came out of her fingertips. It spread all over my body. Then I was numb. I couldn't even feel the wind blowing against my cheek, or even feel my chest rise up and down and I breathed.
"Now," she said. "You must first weaken them, so that way they don't have enough power to break the numbness and fight you back."
I looked deep into her blood-red eyes. She narrowed them at me, then widened them. They began to glow, like shinning stars.
Suddenly, I screamed as I had the feeling of sharp, rusty knives cutting deep into my flesh. My eyes were wide, and tears were streaming down my cheeks as more and more of this feeling appeared all around my body. It was horrible. Picture, if you will, a knife cutting bread into pieces. Well, that's what was happening to me, except the knife was twice as sharp, and was cutting very slowly.
"STOP! PLEASE!"
No such thing happened. I wanted to kick my legs and wave my arms, but I was numb and couldn't. Something sticking and hot began to travel throughout my entire body. Through my tears and screaming, I looked and saw that actual cuts were beginning to form all by themselves. Oh my God! This bitch was telepathically cutting me with her mind. WHAT THE FUCK!
Finally the pain subsided. I could feel cuts all over my body, and trails of blood traveling all down my arms, legs, chest, stomach, neck, face, everywhere!
Kiara smiled. She knelt down by me. "You see?" she said, running her pale fingers through my hair. "That's wasn't so bad was it? Actually, compared to what your parents had to go through, that wasn't all that bad."
My eyes widened. "What? What did you do to my parents!"
She shrugged. "Ah, so many killings today." She rose to her feet. "You can ask them when you see them in the afterlife."
She cupped both her hands in front of her. In the center of the two of them a red ball of life formed. She blew on it, and the red ball floated down and seeped into me.
Immediately I felt all my strength drain away. White particles came out of me, mixed in with gold ones.
"My specialty," Kiara said. She crossed her arms over her chest proudly. "You half-Spirits are hard to kill, so, I must drain you of everything. It's a slow death, not painful unfortunately." She sighed at that. "But it plays into your mind that you are dying. And seeing your sanity grow mad in your last moments of death does bring a smile to my face."
I felt like a balloon that letting the air out it slowly. My body and spirit was being deflated of energy. And I glanced at my body one last time, I noticed my body was turning deathly pale. I looked sideways at the strands of my dark hair was not mixing with silver. Looks like this was the end.
As the thought came into my head, a small pink light appeared from the sky. A pink butterfly fluttered down, the same one that had been there the night I almost lost Blackstar.
Kiara noticed the butterfly too. Her eyes soon grew with a mixture of anger and . . . what? Fear?
The butterfly circled around Kiara. It then fluttered away from her. As it fluttered away, it burst into a type of pink haze. Stepping out from the pink haze, a girl walked out. She was tall, thin, with golden tan that got me jealous for a moment. She had long, wavy milk chocolate brown hair that fell to her lower back. She was wearing a white dress with gold designs all over it, with slits on the side, and went to her knees. Silver bands wrapped her upper arms, and decorated her knees. This girl was gorgeous, like an Amazon princess and Greek goddess mixed into one. In fact, when I looked left to right, she looked exactly like Kiara-but with a few differences. One, her skin was tanner. Two, her hair was lighter. And three, the most noticeable trait, her eyes were a beautiful shade of pink. It wasn't light pink, but not dark either. It was the kind of pink that pretty, yet powerful.
The girl looked furiously at Kiara. "How dare you do this Kiara!"
Kiara scowled. "Don't you raise you voice at me like you're my mother! Beside, you have no business here."
"When a half-Spirit is tortured savagely, it becomes my business."
Kiara rolled her eyes. "Then you should really learn to just stay out, Alena."
Alena? A pretty name for a pretty girl. It went hand in hand.
Before Alena could say a thing, Kiara shot a blue ball at her, the same thing the evil spirits had shot to me.
Luckily, Alena was quick, and flipped in the air, just missing it. As she twisted into her landing back to the ground, she shot a yellow light to Kiara, but Kiara simply held you her hand and the light bounced off and shot to a tree.
Kiara snapped her fingers, and the evil spirits were on to Alena in seconds.
They circled her. They blasted all sort of things at her. Alena, very skilled by the looks of it. With swift and quick hand movements, she was able to destroy each attack aimed to her. A blast came from her, sending the evil spirits flying away from her. As they zoomed back to her, she did what looked like a layout to get away. Once she landed far from them, she raised her hands high, forming shining white lights in the palm of her hands.
At that moment, the evil spirits began to squeal. They began to shrink and shrivel up.
If I could, I would've gasped at this sight. This girl, Alena, was destroying the evil spirits.
Within seconds, the evil spirits were gone. Now it was only Kiara and Alena left to battle.
Kiara looked, a bit shocked, at where the evil spirits use to be. She stared at Alena in pure anger.
Alena looked at Kiara with somber eyes. I felt there was connection between to the two, I'm not sure what it was, I knew for a fact that these two knew each other, and shared a deep history that is affecting them to this moment.
Alena sighed. "Please Kiara," she pleaded. "I don't want to hurt you."
"Too late," Kiara mumbled, looking away from Alena.
"Kiara," Alena said in a softer voice. "Please, you must understand-"
"What?" Kiara snapped. "What am I suppose to understand? How you betrayed me? How you distrust me? The only thing I understand is how I can no longer think of you the same anymore."
Ouch. This sounded deep. Alena looked ready to cry. She looked at me with her beautiful pink eyes. "Then please, whatever anger you have, take it out on me, not this innocent child."
"Oh I will." She pointed at Alena. "I'll kill you." She pointed at me. "Then I'll kill her. She's already close to death as it is."
A long black haze blasted from Kiara right to Alena. From Alena, a giant white haze blasted and headed to Kiara. The two hazes collided with each other. Now each girl held up their hands, as if pushing their hazes to overcome the other. It was tug-of-war as the black haze got shorter and then the white haze got short.
Despite my numbness, I could feel the power coming off the two. These girls were by far the two most powerful Spirits I've ever seen. I was in complete awe.
As they continued, Alena's light was slowly overcoming Kiara's. Just as her light was about to completely consume Kiara's, Alena suddenly backed away.
The two colors faded as the girls just stood there and stared at each other.
Alena placed her arms at her sides. She looked at Kiara daringly. "Do it."
Kiara raised her hand slightly, but lowered it again.
Alena sighed. "You never live to your word."
Kiara shook her head. "No. But I promise that someday I will someday."
She faded in a thick darkness, then disappeared.
I suddenly felt so weak that I could barely hang on to life itself. I could feel myself drifting farther, and farther from this world.
Alena rushed to my side. She looked up and down my body, staring at the cuts all over me. "Oh my . . ."
She didn't finish as I let out a soft breath. Lifting my head up with her hand, she looked deep in my eyes. I could see hope in hers.
"Don't worry," she assured me. "Everything will be alright.
She waved her hand in the air. The world spun around us. Before all went black, she smiled down at me.
"I'm Alena," she said. "It means light."
A/N: Violetmoon: Holy crap that was intense!
Me: Good thing you brought your napkins, right?
Violetmoon: Forget the napkins, I need diapers, I shit my pants!
Me: Well that's gross. Any who, read, review, love folks, that why I'm :) happy readings!
Violetmoon: Can I borrow $20?
Me: What? Why?
Violetmoon: I . . . . I kinda need new pants . . . .