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 Posted: Tue Jul 25, 2017 1:24 pm
Actually, and this was the part that really sent her mind spinning, it appeared she was in a medieval looking… cell.
Joints and ligaments protested as the half-youma surged to her feet, her coat missing or discarded somewhere along the way, and she reached for the cool darkness of the Citadel with her mind, trying to wrench reality in that way officers could do to teleport her out of here. Nothing happened. She might as well have been powered down for all the response she got to her mental calls. A scarl curled her lips as she threw herself at the only apparent door… a lattice of metal bars set firmly into the wall that refused to budge no matter how she hauled on them. Muscles strained in her arms and thighs as she heaved upwards with a snarl, but though dirt and debri flaked off the tracks the door was set into, it never moved. The door was abandoned for the walls, claws scrabbling along the seams of the stonework as she made her way…. Less than methodically around it. Panic was crawling up her throat, but it was tinged with a rising anger as well.
She was not a beast to be caged! She was a general of the Negaverse. She had lain waste to the enemy in Metallia’s name and been rewarded for her efforts… a CAGE couldn’t hold her! And yet… the walls were impervious, the door was immovable, and none of the powers that she wielded did her any good.
She was trapped, and she had no idea where she was, or who had put her here…
“Ari..”
The sound of her name in a familiar voice took her stomach and dropped it to her feet, making room for a cold wash of dread.
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Posted: Tue Jul 25, 2017 1:34 pm
Cinnabar stared through the bars at a face that was familiar, achingly so. With the mist of glamour gone, two worlds collided and shattered into fragments of pain and loss.
She knew Gehenna, standing there in his armor, though it was different than she remembered. The pain was in the sad look he gave her with those eyes of his, Kam’s eyes. Kam’s mouth drawn in a line. Kam’s face, the face that used to soothe her every time he opened his door.
“Oh my wonder.” He said, after a pause that seemed to stretch forever. “In one of the cells they used to use. It was the only way to stop you without…”
A large hand gestured through the air, the words trailing off to a conclusion they both knew without it being said.
“I’m such a ******** idiot.” She said as she stood in the center of her cell, booted feet braced apart and laughter bubbling up her throat, threatening to choke her. “I should have known, this whole ******** time. Alkaid wanted me to stay away from you. Neither of us wanted you involved. ******** irony… you’ve been hip deep in it the whole ******** time.”
“You nearly killed me that last time, you know.”
His dark voice rumbled from him and she did laugh that time, struggling to push down whatever was trying to claw its way free of her.
Anger. Denial. Panic. Desperation.
“You’re the reason I’m like this.” She tossed back as she watched him reach up to scrub his fingers over his scalp. She knew the motion of frustration too well. Her own hands flexed and her restlessness drove her to pace, crossing the cell in a handful of steps before swinging back the other way with motions edging on inhuman. “I got so… angry you’d beaten me, I went looking for something to make me stronger.”
Her boots beat the floor, loud in the silence of his forgotten prison, until she slammed up against the bars that separated them. Her hands gripped them, white-knuckled, and she bared her fangs at him.
“I found the youma instead.” She snarled, feeling metal cutting into her hands. Cinnabar barked a laugh as Gehenna’s dark eyes traced her face… her horns, her black-sclera eyes, the fangs that peeked past her lips. “It ate me… and now I’m losing myself to it.”
He seemed surprised to hear it, and then concerned as she assumed he put the pieces together.
“Is that what happened? Back at the condo?” Gehenna shifted closer and Cinnabar watched him move, unable to help drinking in the sight of him. He looked so… at home, in his knight armor. Like it was made for him. She hated it, hated him… the youma in her snarling at his proximity as he moved into arm’s reach, if she released the bars to make a grab at him…
But it was Kam there, on the other side. Looking at her with growing concern. She wanted to laugh again at how horrible it all was.
“Every day. More and more often. And now this.” The laughter died inside of her, replaced with a growing sense of dread and weary acceptance of the inevitable. What did anything matter any more? Negaverse, White Moon. Their separate lives and that ******** three hour limit that had always hung over them. None of it mattered now. He knew, she knew, and soon, not even that would matter. She’d known for a long time that someday, she’d blackout and never wake up again. She’d thought she’d eaten her youma, but she couldn’t ignore that soon enough, it was going to be the one who had eaten her for good.
The thought of living like that… one of the Negaverse’s monsters, trapped in the darkness of the rift till someone called her out to wreck havoc and take lives. Everything she was, had been, gone. It terrified her on a deep level.
“How long are you going to keep me in here?” She said as she watched him. He grimaced, his eyes slipping to the bars.
“I hadn’t thought that far ahead. I just had to stop you.”
Her lips twitched, almost a smile.
“You have to kill me, Gehenna. Kam.” She said as her grip finally relaxed and she leaned into the bars more for support than to fight them. “I don’t want to… become one of those things. A youma. I don’t want to live like that, everything just gone. Before I lose everything, or just after, before She pulls me back to that ******** pit. Please.”
Cinnabar felt his hands suddenly, sliding into her hair as he pressed himself up against the bars separating them, tightening his grip to stop her from pulling away.
“I’m not going to let you go.” He said, his voice low and dark. “I don’t.. feel any differently. Some part of you is mine, no matter what name you use. I’ll find some way to help you.”
“Watching you walk away hurt more than anything you’ve ever done to me. It was worse than the ribs you’ve broken, worse than your claws in my skin, worse even than your hand clenched around my starseed. Whatever I have to do, I’ll do it.” She could feel the conviction in him, the iron determination. Gone was the playboy with the sexy smile that made her melt… someone different stood in his place, but this felt familiar too. It was still Kam, under it all. “I don’t want to lose you again.”
“You can’t stop this.” She said, feeling the warmth of him through his hands in her hair, radiating from the body so close, but separated. “I’ve tried everything.”
“Not everything.” Ghen said, something new settling around him.Felyn Gehenna used with permission~
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