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Chapter Twenty-Six: The Wishing Stone
Damion angrily threw open the door to the attic, walking out, muttering and cursing under his breath as he shoved past Penelope.
The girl looked from Damion to the slightly ajar door. She wondered if he'd mind her paying him a little visit.
With that thought in mind, Penelope opened the door to find Matthew with his eyes closed, breathing heavily. Penelope watched him for a few seconds before her eyes travelled to the ribbon of lightly toned flesh she could see as his stomach heaved up and down.
Penelope sighed wistfully to herself. He looks so cute when he's asleep…
She sat at the edge of the bed, gently brushing a few locks of hair from his face and smiling. Penelope wanted him so bad. But she knew his heart was already taken by that red-headed witch.
Slowly, she pulled up his shirt and smirked devilishly at how amazing he looked. She placed her manicured index finger at the top of his collar bone and slid downward, relishing the feeling of tense muscles under her fingertip. When she traced all the way to his bellybutton, his stomach twitched. Matthew's brows furrowed and his eyes fluttered open, revealing those bright blue eyes that had captivated her since the moment they met.
"Ticklish?" Penelope smiled.
Matthew looked up at Penelope then down at his bare chest with narrowed eyes. "What were you doing?" He demanded.
"Giving you company," Penelope said with a smile.
"Well, stop," Matthew said jerking his stomach away, though it was a big mistake, the pain from earlier shot through his body and he groaned in pain.
"What did Lord Damion do to you?" Penelope murmured worriedly.
Matthew opened his mouth at the exact moment Damion barged in. "Did you make your decision?" He asked coolly.
"Yeah, it's still a nope," Matthew said, forcing a smirk.
Damion narrowed his eyes and turned to Penelope. "Out," he said coldly.
"Wh-what are you going to—?"
"Out!" Damion roared, his eyes glowing red.
Penelope flinched before getting up and leaving, pausing outside the door. She sucked in a sharp breath when she heard Matthew's screams of agony.
She was going to end this.
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Dipper knocked on the door and an elderly couple opened it.
"Hi, have you seen him?" Dipper held up a picture of Matthew from his cell.
"The Furious Fire Boy? Why would you want to find him?" The old woman demanded with a sniff.
"He's our brother," Mabel said defensively.
"Nope, sorry, kids," her husband said as the door slammed shut.
Dipper sighed and crossed the address from his notebook. "It's like he disappeared. Nobody has seen him!"
"We can check some more?" Mabel asked.
"What else do we do? We've talked to everybody in sight and knocked on every door!" Dipper said in frustration.
"We didn't try the Northwests," Mabel said.
"Yeah, like they'd help us," Dipper said with a roll of his eyes.
"Pacifica might," Mabel insisted. "C'mon, don't you want to find Mattie?"
"Of course, I do!"
"Then, come on!"
With a reluctant sigh, the two began their trek to the Northwest Manor, the tall mansion overlooking pine trees and what not. The two reached the gate and Mabel pressed the electric buzzer.
"Who are you?" a voice said as a camera above the buzzer opened.
"Mabel and Dipper Pines!" Mabel said cheerfully grinning widely at the camera. Mabel took Dipper's phone and showed the picture of Matthew to the camera. "We're looking for our…"
"Get lost, commoner," the voice said and the camera closed.
"Well, we tried," Dipper said as Mabel sighed sadly. The twins turned to leave but were stopped as they heard someone grunting.
"Ugh! Stupid nature! I HATE IT!" There was another grunt and Pacifica tumbled out of a bush.
"Pacifica?" Dipper asked in surprise.
"Paz!" Mabel said. "What're you doing?"
"Sneaking out for my daily walk, duh," Pacifica said as if that were the most obvious thing in the world.
"But, you just said you hated nature," Dipper pointe out.
"It's kind of called over-exaggeration," Pacifica said annunciating every syllable slowly.
"Hey, listen," Mabel said running over to Pacifica. "We're looking for Matthew, have you seen him?"
"No, why?" Pacifica asked.
"He's missing," Dipper said. "Nobody has seen him."
"You can help us look!" Mabel said cheerfully.
Pacifica cringed. "Er—I rather not."
"What? Why?" Dipper demanded crossing his arms.
"Uh, well, I'm kind of on thin ice when it comes to my parents, they were kind of mad I let Mabel 'ruin Pioneer day' with her…uh…differentness. And they got plenty upset when they found out I let Matthew in the house from watching the security tapes, and they already fired my previous personal butler, so…yeah, good luck, though." and with that Pacifica walked off for her walk.
"And here I thought she was different," Dipper muttered kicking a rock.
"She is! She's just—well she's still our friend!" Mabel said.
"If she was she wouldn't be afraid to hang out with us!" Dipper said.
"Dipper—!"
"C'mon, let's tell Stan an Mom we couldn't— "
They heard Pacifica scream in horror.
The two glanced worriedly at each other before dashing into the direction of the scream, Mable gasping in horror the same time Dipper cried out.
Next to Pacifica, on the ground was the limp and pale figure of Matthew, dried tear stains on his cheeks.
"Matt!" Mabel and Dipper cried in unison. They ran over to their brother and kneeled next to him while Pacifica's jaw opened and closed in frozen horror.
"Matthew! Hey, Mattie!" Mabel said desperately shaking the teen. "Dipper, what do we do? he won't wake up!"
Dipper fumbled for his phone before typing in 911. The scared pre-teens not noticing Penelope sitting in the trees, bat wings spread wide and horns perched on her head. She licked her lips with her forked tongue before swooping off, Pacifica swearing she felt extra wind against her face.
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"Why don't you just give in?!" Damion growled in frustration as he shocked Matthew once more.
"Can't…won't…" Matthew croaked.
Damion rolled his eyes and made sure the next shock was the most painful yet. The boy's screams no longer sent a thrill through his body; it was just grating now.
Damion stopped and sighed. "Listen, Mat—are you crying?"
Sure enough, Matthew was trembling slightly, biting his lower lip and squeezing his eyes shut to keep the tears at bay, but they fell anyway.
"Why—stop crying!" Damion barked.
Matthew said something but he couldn't get it out couldn't get it out completely as a sob escaped his throat.
Damion backed away from the bed. Did he honestly torture the boy that badly? He honestly didn't mean to.
"If you want the pain to stop…" Damion said walking towards the bed again. "Why don't you just accept your role as Demon King?"
"I can't," Matthew sobbed. "I won't!"
Damion scowled. Even as a sobbing mess the boy still refused to give in.
"If I do then…my soul will turn dark and…I won't have a heart anymore. I-I don't want that!" Matthew hiccupped pitifully and shivered. "Just let me go. I-I won't do what you say no matter what, s-so just let me go!"
Damion narrowed his eyes.
"I won't tell what you did," Matthew continued. "I'll lie and say I was blindfolded just let me go."
Damion looked down at his nephew.
"Please," Matthew whispered, looking up at Damion with the most sorrow filled blue-eyes he had ever seen. "Please."
Damion thought for a moment. It was obvious that torture wasn't the way to get to Matthew. He needed to try something else…but again, if he was crying, maybe he was close to his breaking point.
Damion looked back at Matthew, he was still looking at him pleadingly.
"No," Damion decided finally, raising a hand full of electricity.
Matthew closed his eyes and gritted his teeth as a fresh batch of tears slid down his cheeks.
Damion gave Matthew the most powerful shock yet. The King decided that if Matthew was indeed near his breaking point, this would do it.
Matthew's screams were this time mixed with sobs so intense that Damion had half a mind to stop.
This for his own good. He told himself as the teen finally fainted from the stress and pain.
Damion huffed. He seriously needed a break, when he reawakened, Matthew would hopefully be more submissive.
As he blinked out of existence, Penelope quickly ran over to the bed and untied Matthew. She knew she'd probably be in trouble for this but what Damion was doing was crazy and if he didn't stop Matthew's mind would shatter.
He hoisted the unconscious form over her shoulder and closed her eyes in concentration. Bat wings sprung from her back and she grew horns and a tail, she opened the window next to the bed and flew out, trying to locate his siblings.
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If there was one thing that Dipper hated, it was being helpless in a situation, seeing his brother in a hospital bed for the second time this summer was enough to make him feel sick to his stomach, and like before, he was powerless to help him.
Mabel and Dipper clutched each others hands while Stan tried to comfort a sobbing Ellie who was whispering hoarsely about some guy named, Damion.
"And the last thing we did was fight…" Mabel whispered.
"He'll be okay," Dipper said squeezing his sister's hand tighter, but the comment was more for him than for her.
"Mr. Pines is quite lucky to be alive," the doctor said. "I mean, he appears to be in a very traumatized state, what could've happened to him, I'm actually clueless, though ruined muscle tissues do suggest electrocution."
Mabel covered her mouth and gasped. "Electrocution?" she whispered in horror. "Who would want to do that to Matthew?"
Ellie's eyes hardened, as if she knew the answer, though she didn't bother to elaborate.
"I…uh, think we should go, it's late," Stan said checking his non-existent watch.
The twins nodded numbly.
"Get better soon, Mattie," Mabel whispered, brushing away the blonde bangs and kissing her brother on the forehead before following her family out of the room. Ellie stopped. "Wait," she said, going into the room, she tied a strand of unicorn hair she had found in one of Matthew's personal stash on his raw red wrist before whispered a short incantation.
Damion wasn't touching her son again.
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Like not to long ago, Matthew was awoken to the sound of beeping.
As his eyes adjusted to the dark, he realised he was in a hospital bed. His breath caught in his throat. Was he dreaming? Or did Damion let him go like he had asked?
"Matthew," came the all too familiar drawl.
No, no, no…
Against his better judgment, Matthew turned to find Damion looking at him with a cold sneer. "Hopped out of your cage, have you?"
Matthew swallowed thickly and looked away. "What do you want?"
"It would seem manhandling you is not the way to get you to become the next Demon King."
"Nothing is the best way," Matthew said. "You can't make me, Damion, You won't."
"I can, and I will," Damion countered. "But instead of hurting you, I'm going to try and give you a gift…do you recall the poem that was spoken to you not too long ago?"
Matthew scowled then blinked twice in realization. "The clue to finding the book…the Emerald Chronical thing-y."
"Yes, yes," Damion nodded. "Have you figured out were it is?"
"No."
"Well, think about it, that is your gift, oh! And this," Damion held out a black obsidian stone.
"What's that?" Matthew asked skeptically.
"A dark wishing stone."
"A what?" Matthew's head was instantly filled with a barrage of info and he gasped.
"Th-those are very rare you can only find them in certain dimensions…how'd you get one?" Matthew asked Damion.
"Found it," he said.
"Well that clears everything up."
"You know how it works, yes?" Damion asked, ignoring Matthew's sarcastic comment.
"Um, yeah, light wishing stones grant good and pure wishes and dark wishing stones…" Matthew glared at him. "You want me to use it so my soul can grow dark."
"Nothing can get past you, can it?" Damion asked with a smirk.
"I won't use it," Matthew snapped.
"It could prove useful," Damion said placing it on the table next to Matthew's bed. "Keep it." And with that, Damion blinked out of existence.
Matthew scowled at the place the boy once stood before turning to the innocent stone.
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AN: Well…will Matt use the stone?! Yeah, he will.
Goodbye!
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