CHAPTER 33: The Monster

Okay, this is where things start to REALLY deviate from my original story. But like I said, I have nothing better to do other than rewrite this story, so . . . yeah.

RnR people!

I woke up, and tried to sit up and take in my surroundings. Every move I made, every breath I took, was like a needle stabbing me. My vision was blurry, and every attempt I made to clear it up only made it foggier.

"Come on!" I muttered as I shook my head furiously, which actually paid off in the form of clear vision.

I looked down at the rest of my body, only to find it tied and bound. I couldn't even open my mouth, because there was a gag in it. After a lot of effort, I managed to spit it out.

"Where the heck am I?!" I screamed.

My yells only bounced off the dark grey walls. A closer look at my surroundings suggested that I was in a basement of some sort. Suddenly, a sickly chemical filled my lungs, and in no time at all, I blacked out.

I was on the floor of a house. I could feel my stab wound close, and I finally managed to open my eyes. I saw Peater staring down at me. I could hear the last traces of thunder as the sun began to break into the room. Peater looked spooked, then overjoyed as he saw me.

"Oh Elyssia. I was so worried!" he exclaimed as he pulled me into a hug.

Just then, I saw someone slip in through a window. She was a Plantern, and she looked dirty.

"Aunt Mary. We meet again." I growled.

"Yes, yes. You, mistake of a daughter that Antonia had . . . tsk, tsk . . ." Mary murmured as she pulled me into a standing position.

When she saw Peater looking at me with a worried expression, she slapped me, then grabbed my face.

"Dear, Elyssia, you've grown. Gone is that little sprout, and now she's been replaced by a grown-up!"

The smug smile on her face was enough to make me scowl at the aunt that I so rarely revered. The Plantern started to get closer and closer, which caused adrenaline to pump through my body. I didn't hide behind Peater; this time, I decided to be a strong girl, and not a sissy. Mary's grin became wider as she looked me over.

"So . . . you've . . . eloped without the knowledge of your parents, am I right?" she asked when she stopped sizing me up.

"God knows . . . how long I've been searching for you . . ."

Next thing I knew, I was on the ground.

"If you're a woman, then fight me. Prove that you're not a newborn sissy." Mary snarled.

I stood up and faced her. Mary tried to punch me, but I ducked, making me smirk. Even though I hated her just as much as I hated Satan and his dark angels, fighting her felt like a sin.

"Why . . . why must you hate me enough to kill me? Don't you remember that time when you were willing and able to pick me up when I was a sprout?" I asked.

Mary rolled her eyes. "I hate you ― but I never said "enough to kill you." Pay attention, girl."

I closed my eyes as she grabbed a knife, and slit a hole in my stem. I whimpered slightly at the pain.

"Oh. So I see. You aren't a grown-up; you are just the same as any two day old sprout. Pity you . . ." Mary laughed.

I felt my heart burning, and I could feel my instincts dying to take over.

Not today, please . . .

Not today . . .

But to no avail . . .

I swept my right leaf into a circle, and out came an icy bomb. I aimed it at Mary, and in a blinding flash of light, she was on the ground, with more blood on the floor than Lake Superior could hold. There was blood on my leaves, and my eyes widened. My breathing sowed down to a crawl, and I could hear disgusted shrieks behind me. Zomboss and Ash were glancing at each other, and then at me, horrified.

"Uh . . . A-Ash! Dazzle them to pieces with your supersonic speed!" Zomboss stammered, a stupid grin on his face.

Ash, meanwhile, was sweaty and nervous, his flames turning white out of fear.

"Uh . . . uh . . . sayonara! I ain't gettin' killed today!" he yelled.

And with that, he was outta there like a bullet. Zomboss face palmed and went tearing after him.

I rolled my eyes and laughed. "Look at 'im go!" I snorted.

"You haven't seen the last of us, Little Miss Coponeva!" Zomboss shouted as he practically tripped over his own feet, before jumping out the window.

But at that that moment, I heard a beast-like growl behind me. I turned around, and saw Peater there, his eyes back to being narrow, red slits. I gasped, and took a step closer to him.

"Are you all ―" I was cut off as he came charging at me and knocked me down.

"Don't you dare let me catch you in my sight ever again." Peater growled angrily. "If you do, I'll take that knife and stab you all over again." I backed away, giving him a please, don't do this look.

But to no avail.

Peater then grabbed a metal spatula and whacked me with it. I gritted my teeth as the pain took effect and blood started to run down my face. I then said what were probably the cruellest words I had ever uttered in my life.

"I hate you, Peater! I hate you! I wish that God would… would kill you with a knife and leave it at that! You deserve nothing! I don't love you! Boys are the same! All the time! GO MEET THE FREAKING DEVIL!"

Then I was up the stairs and out of sight.