Sorry for the cliff hanger and the long wait, I had to help my sister pack for camp and she wasn't letting me write and forcing me to hang out with her. But, now she's gone for the week but then my friend got me hooked on a bunch of animes (Attack on Titan, Dangan Rompa, Free!) and everything went downhill from there. I'll try my hardest to get the next chapter up in atleast two weeks (hoppefully one.)
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When Arrows came to, the first thing she noticed was the darkness. She was in a dark room, or she was blind folded, she didn't know which one created the darkness that swallowed her. Neither option was comforting, though. She tried to stand, only to find that she was bound by rope, tied to the hard wooden chair she was forced to sit in. She couldn't call out, her mouth was gagged. She was defenceless and she was scared.
"Hello Arrows." She heard someone purr in the darkness. That voice, she knew that voice.
Mors slithered out of the shadows with her red eyes gleaming and her fangs glistening in a sinister grin. "Nice of you to drop by, my dear old friend. I see you're a little tied up at the moment, what a shame." Even in her current position, Arrows couldn't help but roll her eyes at the pathetic pun.
"What do you want Mors?!" She tried to say, but it only came out as useless sounds due to the thick rope that prevented her from talking clearly.
Mors understood her though. "I want a lot of stuff, clothes, prettier wings, my life, riches," She circled Arrows as she struggled against her bonds and stopped in front of her. "And most of all, I want to rule the world, wasn't that obvious?" The spirit of death gracefully took a step back as her prisoner lashed out, desperately trying to attack her.
She waved her finger disapprovingly. "No no no, I wouldn't want you to hurt yourself darling." Arrows looked at her confused, why did she keep calling her all of these pet names? She tried to say something again, only for the gag to prevent her from making any sense.
"Here, let me help you with that. No one can hear you screaming here anyways." Mors said as she untied the old rope from Arrows mouth and backed away again.
Arrows took a deep breath and tried to control her thoughts. She couldn't say anything that could upset her captor, she knew that that could result in pain. She could think of an infinite amount of things she could have said to Mors that wouldn't of made this end well for her. So, pushing her nasty comments away, she said the first thing that came to mind that was more polite. "Why did you take me here? I'm not even important, you could have taken any of the Guardians or a more powerful spirit, so why did you choose me?" Mors scoffed at her question as though it was the most ridiculous thing she had ever heard.
"Oh please, you know exactly why your here." Arrows gave her a blank look. "Your here because you mean a lot to me, your an old friend. And, you can help me learn a lot about your friend Jack."
"Why would I ever help you ruin the world?"
Mors smiled as if she knew something her prisoner didn't. "It would just cost you some information, and your dear friend, Jack. I'm sorry for taking you away from him at such an . . . inconvenient time, but this just couldn't wait. I can't bare to keep you away from your love for too long though, so don't worry this will be quick if you play your cards right and agree to help me. Which, I suggest you do, or else you'll crash and burn along with your precious little world."
Arrows' cheeks lit up pink at the other spirits comments, but bit back her curses. "I'll never help you Mors, even if I have to be the first to die, I will never surrender." She hissed through clenched teeth.
Mors sighed as if Arrows was just a pesky bee that kept buzzing in her ear. "I was afraid you would say that. You always were a fighter, never got you anywhere, though. Oh well." Arrows knit her eyebrows together in confusion, she used to know her? But Mors didn't notice, or she didn't care because she ignored her confusion.
"Just think of it thought , Arrows. Being Queen of the World. We'd rule it all Arrows, every mountain, every river, every flower and animal you love so dearly. It would all be yours. And you could have your dear Jack as your king. Everyone would believe in you, and no one would ever doubt your powers again."
"It wouldn't be mine Mors, it would be yours. I will not be used as a pawn! I will never help you with your insane idea. And it won't work unless I help you and you would have to kill me before I tell you anything."
Mors stared blankly at her and began laughing right in her face. "Your not as strong as you think you are Arrows, you never were. I've been watching you for awhile and I know just what to say to make you crumble into nothing but a hollow shell of what you used to be. I know your secrets Mors, and I know much more about you than you even know about yourself."
Arrows kept her face stony as the inside of her head swam in confusion. She's just trying to break you, she couldn't possibly know that much. But still, a part of her wondered if she did know as much as she let on.
Mors flew up and circled around her prisoner. "You don't even know do you? How tragic your life really is and was. You were never anything special Arrows, and you'll never be important. Love isn't needed, it just toys with people's minds and crushes them under its weight until they are no more than a zombie that needs affection. It causes wars, it causes deaths. And that's why we are not that different. We are both feared, we are both not believed in. But it doesn't have to be like that, we can have the power instead."
Arrows didn't look at her as she circled her like a vulture. "You're crazy, why would I ever help you?"
She looked up to find that Mors had disappeared into the shadows.
"Because there was once a little girl," Arrows whipped her head around to follow the sound of her captors voice, she refused to lose her. "And this little girl lived in hard times. Times of war, times of death, times of evil. Times where the world attacked itself. But, this girl was still kind and caring despite all the sorrow that surrounded her." Arrows peered towards the silky voice quizzically.
"This little girl had a family. She lived with her mother and two sisters in a small house in a town that stayed peaceful despite the war that raged around it. Her father was fighting in the war, but believed to have died in battle. The family suffered like other families who've lost loved ones do, but they four girls kept their heads up."
Already blurry memories were forming in Arrows' mind. Her skipping with a blurry figure; clouds passing above them as they slept in a meadow; her holding hands with two blurry humans and swinging around and laughing. The sound though, none of them had sound except for constant banging, as if there were someone obnoxiously pounding on a door. No, no no, no . . . A mantra in her head. No, it can't be, no!
The sinister voice moved to the other side of the room and continued. "But one day, years into the terrible war when the little girl had grown into a young woman, the little peaceful town was invaded by evil men with red symbols on their uniforms and guns strapped across their backs. These men, ruined the young woman's life." Arrows' memories cam into focus, sharp as a blade and crystal clear. No, the chant continued. No, no, no!
"These men tried to force the young woman and her family to come with them to a place where they would surely die." Mors' voice was growing in volume and her anger was threading itself into her story at an alarming rate. "But, the mother and oldest sister wouldn't have any of that. They fought back as the young woman and her other older sister watched in horror. The men didn't like that they fought back, though, not one bit. So to take care of their little dilemma, they killed the mother and eldest sister." Tears were streaming down Arrows' face now as she remembered what happened next. She wanted to tell her captor to stop, that she knew the ending and didn't want to hear it again, but she couldn't bring herself to.
"The evil men weren't done yet, though. Oh no, they had plans for the young woman and her remaining sister. They had the same fate planned for the remaining sisters as the mother and oldest sister. Murder, in its rawest form." No, stop, please. "They weren't planning on murdering them, though. They planned on torturing them, just for being different." No, no no. "It was the sister's turn to try and stop them, though. But she never got the chance to try. As soon as the soldiers saw her take a step forward, one of them took out their gun and pointed it straight at her heart, where is was guaranteed to kill her." Please stop, I don't want to hear this again!
Mors leaped out of the shadows straight towards Arrows making her jump. She leaned in so close that her hot breath tickled the spirit of love's face and she could see misty black smoke seemed to swirl in her eyes instead of a pupil. "But right as the bullet was shot, the young woman jumped in front of her dear sister and took the bullet for her!"
"Stop it please!" Arrows yelled through her silent crying. She couldn't take it, she lived through the story once, she couldn't do it again.
Mors smiled at her suffering, making her look like an insane person in an asylum. "The sister cried as she watched her sister being drained of her blood and the evil men took her away." Mors backed up and began circling her like a hungry predator.
Arrows cried for awhile in silence. The memories, the wretched memories, she never wanted to think about those painful times ever again. "But," The story wasn't over? "The sister wasn't going to give up that easily and succumb to the Nazis. She managed to get out safely, like so few prisoners were able to, and she ran to the countryside. She planned on getting revenge on all the men that caused the death of her family." Oh no, Arrows knew where this was going but desperately wished that she was wrong.
"The sister, still a young woman just getting out of her teenage years, in a fit of rage that lasted two years, went to every damn Nazis house that she could find and killed everyone in it. She didn't care if she killed a few harmless citizens during her quest for revenge, if they stood in the way of herself and her target she killed them with a quick stab to the chest." Arrows was in complete shock. She was just telling me my story, who's story is she telling me now? "Eventually she committed suicide after her awful deed was done by jumping off a cliff that her and her family used to play beside in the meadow."
She turned to look at Arrows straight in the eye again. Noting the look of confusion, sadness, fear and nervousness, she took a step towards her and wrapped her devil tail around a leg of the chair. "Do you see why you're going to help me now Arrows?"
"I – I'm still not going to help you Mors, even after all that!" She said with false confidence. Mors noted that too.
"Very well then, I was hoping I wouldn't have to resort to this." A mischievous look glimmered in her eyes and her fangs gleamed as she smiled. She flicked her tail, sending the chair hurtling backwards. Arrows screamed as she began to fall down, down, down. "Good night, sister."
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