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Posted: Wed Jun 27, 2018 10:08 pm
Who Are You, Destiny? Word Count -- 672 Imagi fancied being alone more and more since she had been back. Been back. It sounded like she had been on vacation or away on a trip instead of feverishly fighting off an infection of chaos that her benevolent little sister had allowed to infiltrate her starseed. What she really wanted to say was that she had fancied being alone more and more since she had recovered from her near youmafication.
No.
Her near death.
Imagi cast her eyes up at her sister, mouth stuffed full of pasta like nothing was wrong. Aura watched her with wide eyes, as though expecting her to speak, before Imagi finally cast her gaze back at her own plate. She could still feel Aura’s eyes on her as she pushed the spaghetti around her plate aimlessly for several moments before the pressure left her shoulders.
“Momma,” Imagi finally whispered, dabbing at the corners of her mouth as though she had been busily eating instead of making it look like she had been eating, “may I please be excused.”
“But you’ve hardly eaten dear.”
Damn. Imagi was hoping that her mother wouldn’t have noticed. She winced and kept her eyes glued to the plate before her. Aura’s eyes were back on her, mouth still no doubt full of pasta like nothing was wrong. A glance up proved her right.
“I know momma. I’m just not hungry.”
“Imagi, you haven’t been hungry for months,” her mother urged further.
“I know, it’s just,”
“Eat or we’re taking you to the hospital.”
Imagi looked up for the first time at her father who looked at her impassively.
“You haven’t eaten for weeks,” unlike Aura, who kept shoveling pasta into her mouth as she listened, “you’re losing weight, you’re paler than ever before… Imagi you’re not giving us much choice.” As though that was a defense. Imagi looked over at her sister for help, but Aura cast her eyes down once Imagi looked at her. Still eating.
“Papa.” Imagi began, ignoring the sound of Aura’s fork on her plate.
“No. There will be no discussion.”
“Arthur, I think for tonight it would be alright if she went we can -- “ her mother was cut off with a sharp look. In the silence, Aura slurped a noodle into her mouth rather noisily, followed by a very small “sorry.”
“Angie, if we let this go for too much longer, Imagi could get really sick.”
“It’s just until tomorrow.”
“And then it’s just until tomorrow. And then the next tomorrow. Angie, when do we crack down on her?”
“I’m right here,” Imagi whispered while her parents argued over her fate.
Another scrape of Aura’s fork on her plate made Imagi wince.
“Arthur, I really don’t think threatening her with hospitalization -- “
“It’s not a threat Angie.”
“Guys, I’m right here.”
Another loud slurp.
“Oh now, there’s really no need for her to go to the hospital do you think?”
“Look at her, darling, she’s stick thin and looks like death.”
“I can hear everything you’re saying.”
Aura dropped her fork with a loud clatter and then went right on eating.
“She just got back, though?”
“Yes, but from where Angie? She was missing for weeks and then she just comes strolling in, where was she?”
“I. Am. Right. Here.” Imagi’s voice erupted from her with more force that she realized and suddenly she was on her feet. Three sets of eyes stared at her, Aura with food hanging out of her mouth.
“I don’t need people deciding my fate for me. I’ve had enough of that. I’m not eating and I’m not going to the hospital. And clean up your damn ******** mouth, Aurora.”
The napkin hit Aura straight in the face, the girl no doubt shocked from the sudden burst of profanity from her sister. But Imagi didn’t wait around for the fall out. She excused herself, voice returning to the demure volume from before, and retired to her room for some blessed silence.
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Posted: Tue Jul 31, 2018 9:22 pm
What Once Was Lost, Returned Word Count -- 507 Star seeds were never supposed to leave their hosts. At least, not until their allotted time when they would fly, like butterflies, to the birth place of heavenly bodies to be reborn. Things never seemed to go as planned in the Milky Way even if things tended to right themselves in the end.
Star seeds can and do separate from their hosts' bodies and this particular one had. That's how it had happened to be in the hands of Cosmos, guardian of the Galaxy Cauldron, as she stood on the Moon. But perhaps we are skipping ahead too much.
Aurora Imogen St. Grey didn't know any of this, of course, but that didn't mean she couldn't feel it and it certainly didn't mean she wasn't there. In fact, one could say she was that star seed. It was her. The body that lay in the hospital bed was just a shell.
Maybe we should go even further to the very moment the girl woke up. That would be a good place to start since that's where it started for her.
Imagi could remember the feeling even now. The very second her star seed had been returned to her. It was as if perception and feeling had kissed. When she opened her eyes, she was in control again. For, you see, while her body lay as if dead with only a slow heart beat indicating it wasn't, we already stated that Imagi was that star seed. She was very much alive.
Imagi did, indeed, have some memory of the events that had happened when her star seed was removed. Most of it, of course, was what was related to her by her sister who was there with her body from the moment the star seed was taken to the moment it was returned to her. Other parts were added when she was awoken and her star seed was determined to be a true star seed. She wouldn't have known that the small, glowing crystalline object was a star seed at all if not for that.
But there were certain things in her memory that she knew couldn't have gotten there any other way. While she could not hear or see or touch or even perceive what had occurred when her star seed was separated from her body, she was sure she had felt something. There were feelings in her memory and those feelings were unique and strange. She had felt her star seed being touched by chaos. She had felt it touched by Cosmos's light. She had felt its loneliness on the Moon.
Her star seed held the memory of these feelings. But nothing more.
It had taken her until now to fully understand everything that happened. Without what she knew now about star seeds, she would have never been given the full picture of what had happened to her.
She had been powerless to do anything back then. Her sister had been the one protecting her then. But things were different now.
Now she was the protector.
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Posted: Fri Jul 01, 2022 6:35 pm
Last Year Word Count -- 4162 Youma.
It had to be Youma.
Each and every time Alpha Leporis stooped to inspect the shimmering remains of a monster that the sisters dusted together, Beta Leporis felt her own starseed pulse in her chest. This time was no different. Beta wondered if she might not find the action beautiful under different circumstances: the heinous monster disintegrating into glittering dust. Such a paradox might have been lovely were it not for her “incident”. “Incident” because Beta only remembered impressions of that happened. “Incident” because Alpha would rather forget.
Beta touched the skin above her starseed. It felt like it had only just settled back into its place… Echos of what might have been memories rattled around her head… a lonely place that seemed light years away from home… a woman? Had there been a woman? An angel? Shadows thrown by her mind played tricks on her whenever she tried to piece them together. Instead all she had was the searing memory of sudden, unbearable pain; of the long, heavy sleep that followed; and the trudging recovery when she finally woke. Not nearly enough to really understand what happened.
Alpha watched as Beta retreated into herself. She knew the look on her sister’s face when she got lost in her memories. Her pain. Her fear. Regret stirred within Alpha as she watched her sister, Beta’s cloudy blue eyes gazing at a point that neither could see.
Life isn’t about racing, Amaryllis!
Their mother’s blind panic echoed forever in Alpha’s mind like a broken record that she would never be able to silence. A perfect soundtrack to accompany the three second clip of her sister crumpling like a paper doll forever looping in her memory. She swallowed around the lump in her throat and gently -- ever so gently, Beta was so skittish -- she called to her sister.
“Beta…”
Beta looked up with a smile, one that Alpha was forced to return despite her unease. She always mirrored her sister’s emotions, even if it pained her. And it did. If Beta noticed her sister’s discomfort, she said nothing. Instead the older senshi went on standing, hands clasped lightly in front of her, waiting for Alpha to finish. Alpha had to make this quick -- she knew how her sister hated to stay after they had dusted something. How Alpha would have liked to linger and investigate more… to discover more. Before guilt smothered it, Alpha could feel irritation nibbling at her stomach.
I can’t stand weakness.
She wouldn’t be this weak if Alpha hadn’t left her side that day...
“Our little Mauvian should be able to help us figure out what this junk is made from,” Alpha said perhaps too happily, filling the little mason jar with dust before tucking it away into subspace where it would be safe.
Beta only nodded, silent as always. It didn’t matter. Alpha talked enough for the two of them. She always did. Spoke both of their minds so that the older of the two could stand back and observe. Just as she did now. She observed her sister’s interest in youma grow into an obsession from inception to the eventual armageddon that would culminate in the end.
But that was for the end of the story. This is only the beginning.
For now, Alpha and Beta were only just getting their feet wet in Alpha’s tireless research. What were Youma really? Monsters, she knew, but beyond that, there was precious little that she knew. That anyone knew, really.
“I heard that they were shadows from the Negaverse, thrown by dark magic and given life. That’s why they’re so terrible,” one eternal told them in a hushed voice as they patrolled. “That’s also why you can’t kill them. You can’t kill a shadow, right?”
Another mentioned the relationship to Golems. “From clay to dust, right? Strawmen that the Negaverse uses to misdirect our fury.”
Still another offered, “Maybe the hollow earth theory isn’t so far off? I think the Youma were this worlds first inhabitants, and they live underground.”
Alpha had nodded seriously at each answer they were given, muttering something in agreement. Beta disagreed. She kept her thoughts to herself, squeezing her sister’s hand imperceptibly. Alpha looked back and after a lingering glance; she nodded her understanding. Of course she understood.
“They’re wrong.”
“I know.”
Words later spoken hushed and hurried in the hallway while parents slept. Aura so disliked being lied to, and Imagi could see that in her eyes. The way the blue chilled to ice while the fire of her temper burned bright just under her skin. If Imagi didn’t act quickly, the wildfire of her anger would burn right through her. And to Aura, the cool touch of her sister’s words were a balm. She leaned into the words as well as the soothing press of Imagi’s hand against her face. Anchoring one another there, in that moment, they stood-- Imagi’s hand pressed against Aura’s cheek-- reminding the elder sister that this feeling right here was the most important thing on this earth, and Aura clinging to Imagi’s wrist with both hands like she was the only thing between the younger sister and blazing destruction.
No answer given sat right with the elder sister, and that unsettled the younger deeply. If anyone would know that they were being fed correct information, it would have been Imagi. It would seem that the old adage about wanting something done right held true even here, in this magical space between reality and fantasy. In the end, neither sister truly knew, in retrospect, who first breathed life into the foolish plan that they had hatched. It had simply one day come in to being. Or, then again, perhaps it wasn’t an idea nor a plan at all, but rather an inevitability. For who knew the tools of the Negaverse better than the Negaverse itself?
“We need.” To try something else.
“I know.” and I have a plan.
“What.” Are you thinking?
“Simple.” Just follow my lead.
And how simple it was. The Negaverse's appetite for souls was as voracious as it was treacherous. More so than either sister could have ever dreamed. They ignored their instincts night after night, enduring the beatings and the muggings. The Negaverse spoke a different language than they did, and it wasn’t until a particularly ambitious young Captain stopped her attack long enough to ask why they weren’t fighting back that they learned how to speak it.
Panting, Alpha drew her older sister up, slinging Beta’s arm across her shoulder for support. While Alpha had made herself a target as best she could, Beta had taken as much as she could withstand and still more. Somewhere in Alpha’s heart the old ache of regret throbbed, taking her back to the quiet hospital room where the only other sound was her own tortured wailing and the steady chime of the heart monitor.
“We want out.”
Three simple words. It’s always the simplest of phrases that carry the most importance. “I love you.” “I do.” “I can’t do this.” “I’m leaving you.” “We lost them.” All less than five words. All capable of changing a life. Beta clung to her sister, eyelids heavy with fatigue as the younger spoke for the two of them. Later, Imagi would climb into bed with her sister and whisper, “I’m afraid.” Aura would curl around Imagi, shielding her from the world with her body and comb her fingers through her hair until the older fell asleep. And then she would lie awake until the sun rose, wondering if she was making the right choice.
The twins turned 15.
The Captain became their contact.
The Captain was most obliging. Of course she was -- she was bettering the ranks of the Negaverse, after all. Two strong young senshi looking to give themselves over to the Chaos. How could she not be nurturing and sweet?
“These are my Diamond Dogs,” she said with a flourish after many weeks of secret meetings. The twins gazed at the line of animals before them, senshi with black bodices and dead eyes. The Captain, whose name they had learned was Loctite, had trained them all personally. 'Hand-raised' was the way that she had put it.
“They eat from my hand,” she cooed, stroking the cheek of a young man who smiled with his teeth. The twins hated to wonder what made the corrupted senshi so loyal to the Captain. When they tried to talk to the senshi, they all got the same answer.
“Captain Loctite saved us. We owe her our lives and our allegiance.” They spoke with such fervor and such passion that Alpha and Beta both stepped back and drew closer.
“Is this?” A good idea?
“Probably not.”
Imagi fixed her sister with a pointed stare. What’s the point of all this if you don’t think that it’s a good idea? The other met her gaze without speaking. Her eyes spoke with conviction of her need to gather more information.
They met Captain Loctite in the spring, and months passed like this. By the time warm days of summer overtook the city, the cruelty changed sides. Senshi ambushed them as traitors while Negaverse officers came to their aid. They had been marked as Loctite’s, after all, flagged with a single diamond pendant that hung from their necks, settling at their sternums. The same collars that hung around the necks of all of her Diamond Dogs.
“They won’t ever stop, you know,” a young man who smiled with his teeth mused one evening while he was gathering energy. “They want this earth for their own. And when they have it, who knows what they’ll do. The White Moon can call us whatever they want, but we know who is really fighting for earth.” He smiled at them and the twins smiled back. He had a fuku the color of a sunset, name was Holdite, and he was nearly 17. He was, perhaps, Alpha’s favorite. Charming to a fault, easygoing, and ostensibly caring about nothing. An act, for once that air of indifference was gone, there was no stopping him. Once when they were attacked by a pair of White Moon Senshi who had heard of twin traitors, he leaped from nowhere to their aid. They hadn’t even felt him coming and his vicious beating of the other two senshi left both girls chilled to the bone despite the muggy august air. He returned to them, knuckles covered with blood they were not sure was his, and they were reminded of what he truly was. But they were thankful all the same for his rescue.
“You two look thin. Here. Eat this.” A woman who must have been out of college in a beautiful fuku of blue and green. Jusmite. She smiled and handed them wrapped treats whenever they were together. “Us pups need to help one another. That’s what packs do, you know.” Her laughter was the sound of bells and her smile was like home. She kept a soothing hand on each girl’s shoulder at all times and Beta felt herself leaning into the touch. Especially when the vicious man with a sunset uniform was around. Alpha vied for his attentions of course. But this woman soon proved to be just as dangerous as the other, albeit far more cold in her brutality. She watched as her attack withered and wasted senshi in her path, nothing but a cold smile on her face. “I had a daughter when I was 14,” she said softly. “And I will protect her from terror at all cost.” Neither twin could blame her.
The last senshi in the Pack was a young man of their age in a fuku like bruises. “Mom and dad are great, aren’t they,” he gushed as the two older senshi beamed from nearby. The woman kissed his temple warmly. The man slapped his shoulder with a booming laugh. “And I can’t wait to have siblings. Right, Gran?” Loctite, on the verge of promotion, stopped her picking of her nails and pointed her wicked little Diamond athame at the young man.
“Call me Gran again and I’ll pump your seed so full of Chaos no one will recognize you.”
The group laughed. Even Alpha and Beta.
Summer turned to fall, and the man with the sunset suku was lingering around Alpha more and more. Her eyes turned starry when he was around. His touch was heavy on her body. Beta watched as something turned over in her stomach. Touching the diamond that hung around her neck, she felt the rousing thing turn back over and go to sleep again. They needed to remain calm. Alpha was only working the young man for information, the same way Beta was working the woman.
“When the Captain said that she would pump Lefrite’s starseed full of chaos…”
“She was only joking, love. Think no more of it.”
A kiss on the temple stole Beta’s question and soothed nerves that she didn't know were frayed.
We have to save them when we can. A lingering look from Imagi to her sister over dinner.
I know. We just need more time. The answer from locked lips.
More time and more time and more time.
Alpha glittered when Holdite spoke to her and he glittered back. Beta worried about the age difference… 17 was so much older than 15 and when she warned her sister, Alpha scoffed.
“Working.” Not in love. Never in love. Working Holdite for information.
“Okay.” Beta wasn’t sure if she believed her, though Alpha believed herself.
“I’m worried about Alpha,” Beta muttered as Jusmite worked the younger senshi’s hair into delicate braids. Jusmite paused in her workings and asked, “how so, love?”
“She spends so much time with Holdite…”
“And?”
“He frightens me.”
A long silence before Jusmite finally sighed, “He frightens me too. He’s like a newborn sun. Burning too brightly and too quickly. I’m afraid that he’ll burn out and we’ll lose him.”
That wasn’t what Beta had meant.
“But,” Jusmite continued, tying off the braid that she was currently working with and moving to another section of hair, “I think Alpha is a good influence. He’s more careful with her around. Like… I don’t know, like he has something to live for now. It’s sweet. If you’re worried about him taking Alpha out with him, I wouldn’t. He’ll rise with her instead.”
Beta nodded, not wanting to correct Jusmite for fear of outing herself and her sister.
“Holdite,” Alpha asked one day, hanging from his arm as they walked, Holdite gathering his quota. He was so close to eternal, both senshi could feel it. He hummed his answer, eyes ever forward.
“What makes a youma?”
Holdite paused in his walking and glanced down at Alpha. She shone up at him, her smile nearly breaking her face in two. He smiled back and pulled her closer.
“Why the sudden interest?”
“It’s not so sudden…”
Holdite laughed and Alpha chittered back. Finally he shrugged his great shoulders, broader than any 17 year old had a right to be.
“I heard rumors that they were once us. But it was just a rumor. Loctite would know.”
They kissed for the first time that night, under a starlit sky. Alpha’s lips tingled for weeks afterwards and she would think about the feeling of his lips against hers before she fell asleep each night.
“Have you?” Forgotten why we’re here? A whispered question in bed that night after Aura had snuck in to Imagi’s room to tell her about her kiss with Holdite.
“No.” In fact I’ve got something. Imagi sat up in bed, watching her sister carefully. There was a pause, as though Aura was trying to form words before she finally said simply, “Us.” They were us. Youma used to be senshi. “Loctite.” Would know more. Imagi nodded, laying her sister down next to her and pulling her close. Though there was no trace of anxiety in Aura’s body, it was written like a book in Imagi’s every breath, step, and movement.
Winter.
“You’ve got to chill out,” Lefrite chided with a laugh from between the two sisters. “You’re going to give yourself an aneurysm before you’re thirty, Beta.” Alpha laughed alongside him, agreeing wholeheartedly.
“But she’s just nervous about our meeting with Loctite. She’s a general now, with a whole new set of responsibilities…” Beta sank back into herself as her sister joined in the chiding. She was only doing her job, Beta reminded herself. She had to keep this ruse up. Had to keep fooling everyone if she was to remain her protectorate.
“Yeah, but we’re still her Pack. We’re her first priority. Always have been, always will be. That’s why she gave us these,” Lefrite lifted the diamond pendant from his own chest, holding it between two fingers. “A reminder that we are hers and she is ours.”
A few nights after, the Diamond Dogs were all called to their usual meeting place -- a clearing in the woods that lined Destiny City’s outlying park. Winter’s chill cut through the twins like a whip.
Loctite’s own pendant shone with five diamonds. Two were new just from today. Alpha and Beta drew closer to one another.
“You have proven your loyalty to the Negaverse,” General Loctite said with a warm smile, diamond-bladed spear standing parallel to her, grasped in her gloved hand. “And today you shall have your reward for such loyalty.” Beside them, Holdite winked at Alpha. Alpha tried to smile but suddenly found it so difficult to do so. Beta squeezed her hand.
“Diamond Dogs. I present for your consideration a new pair of pups to join our pack. What say you?”
Three voices howled into the night.
Loctite smiled and nodded her approval.
“Are there any final questions, Alpha Leporis and Beta Leporis?” Alpha stepped forward.
“This may seem out of place General, but the question has been nagging me since I was awakened. And now seems like as good a time as any to ask.” She took a long, slow breath in, glanced back at her sister. Beta nodded and looked back at the General.
“What is a youma?”
There was silence, and for a long moment, Alpha and Beta wondered if they hadn’t overstepped some unknown boundary. And then General Loctite smiled.
“Why don’t I show you?”
General Loctite stepped forward and asked, “which of you volunteers for this special promotion?” Before Alpha could voice her willingness, Beta laid herself down instead.
“I do, General.”
General Loctite’s expression gave way from shock to glittering approval.
“I would never have expected you, Little Lamb.” She stroked Beta’s cheek with a hand so feather light, Beta almost didn’t feel it.
“N-no,” Alpha stammered, eyes suddenly wide in panic, “No, I volunteer. I’m giving myself. My sister has nothing to do with this question,”
“Alpha.” Beta’s voice was more firm that she believed herself capable to making it. “Alpha, let me do this for you.” The twins exchanged glances. You need to see the process. You’ll protect me. You’ll always protect me. Alpha nodded, heavy with the weight of her sister’s trust, and stepped back with tears in her eyes.
I will always protect you.
“General, I -- ” A withering look from General Loctite sent Jusmite back in line. Beta could see the lines of worry traced along her face.
“Everyone here is about to be granted precious understanding of the Negaverse,” Loctite breathed. Alpha drew back further, into the waiting arms of the man that she loved. He tucked her head under his chin and whispered with the most tenderness Alpha had ever heard in a voice, “you must watch, Bunny.” He forced her to turn around and held her chin in his great hands.
Beta’s screams split the night like a cleaver. Or were those Alpha’s screams? In the end, they were in harmony, watching in horror as General Loctite’s hand vanished into Beta’s chest.
It was just like before… a life time ago now. White-hot pain seared the nerves around her sternum, spider-webbing out and out and out, so far beyond the reaches of her body. Like the pain was stretching her further and further out.
Aura will protect me.
It couldn’t last long. They knew now what youma were. The research was over. They had succeeded. Alpha would step up and call and end to Beta’s suffering.
Pain stretched Beta’s body out impossibly long, so much so that Beta feared the sensation when she eventually snapped back to her natural form. If she ever would.
If Aura doesn’t act quickly, I shall never return to normal
“What a lovely personal youma you will make my dear,” Beta heard Loctite croon against her ear. “So loyal. So beautiful. So perfect.” The words held no meaning to her. Soon the pain gave way to pressure, like something was filling her up to the brim but refused to overflow. Beta continued to scream simply because she could do nothing else. A small vent to allow whatever was consuming her from the inside out to escape. To relieve the pressure building within her, even if minutely.
Aura… isn’t this enough? Have I not suffered enough?
Beta’s screams ripped her throat apart with it’s wicked sharp little claws. Was it even still her voice? It seemed so foreign to her. Warped and twisted… or was it her ears that were changed suddenly? Not that it mattered in the end. The panic which should have gripped her heart slipped away and with it, all sensation. After a long, terrifying moment, there was nothing but the sound of her own screaming.
Aura isn’t coming… is she?
And even in that moment, the devastation that should have ruined her failed to appear.
Locked in place though she was by arms far stronger than she, Alpha felt her sister’s pain. She felt the hand in her chest, felt the fingers clenching around her own starseed. She felt the darkness that swirled around Beta; enclosing her. With Holdite’s hand still holding her chin tightly, Alpha strained her eyes to look up, wondering whether the star from which she drew her powers could see what was happening. Through her tears, through her anguish and her fear, Alpha did something she hadn’t done since she was a child.
She prayed.
The stars are funny things. They twinkle passively, light years away from the tiny beings that emplore them. Two stars, far out in the cosmos, broke their silence tonight. Alpha felt something filling her, consuming her as the chaos filled her sister, though she felt no pain. Her voice, captured by some unseen thing, gave life to her only attack.
“Spirit Hare, Command!”
Alpha heard Holdite grunt as her attack struck him and felt him release her, and acted as though driven by the stars themselves. She stumbled forward, hand outstretched and called the name again. This time the little spirit rabbit rebounded off of General Loctite, who was too consumed with Beta’s transformation to notice the scuffle amongst her ranks. She fell backward, the little glittering jewel still held tightly in her fist. Alpha took advantage of the shock to steal her sister’s soul back and return it home.
Beta’s form, twisted and bastardized by the chaos that flooded her, gasped back to life. But Beta Leporis as her sister had known her was nowhere to be found. A strange creature with pale, twisted limbs and a face too long for a human gnashed and howled at the night sky. Alpha cried, pulling her sister close as the chaos, still unfinished with it’s task, flooded from Beta’s body. The caustic nature of raw chaos was enough to keep the Diamond Dogs and their master away, but not for long.
“Help me, Imagi,” Alpha whispered through her tears into her sister’s ear. And the celestial Beta Leporis reached a starlit hand through the chaos that clouded it’s senshi’s mind and spoke for her.
“Rice Powder, Dust!”
As the cloud of dust consumed the pack and the two lambs within, Beta wrapped twisted arms around her sister and fled, a trail of toxic chaos in her wake.
The sisters did not return home right away. How could they? Beta’s form took nearly a week to return to normal, and Alpha had to lock her up to keep her from doing any damage. The youma that she would have become fought back fiercely against remission and more than once Alpha nearly avoided serious injury while tending to Beta. When Beta finally returned to herself, the first thing she said to her sister was, “You forgot me.”
Alpha said nothing to contest.
Winter raged around them and as the snow fell and melted and vanished into spring, the sisters picked up the pieces, deciding to lay low as civilians lest the Diamond Dogs find them and finish the job.
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Posted: Tue Jul 12, 2022 10:53 am
Boiling Point Word Count -- 663 Imagi fancied being alone more and more since she had been back. Been back. It sounded like she had been on vacation or away on a trip instead of feverishly fighting off an infection of chaos that her benevolent little sister had allowed to infiltrate her starseed. What she really wanted to say was that she had fancied being alone more and more since she had recovered from her near youmafication.
No.
Her near death.
Imagi cast her eyes up at her sister, mouth stuffed full of pasta like nothing was wrong. Aura watched her with wide eyes, as though expecting her to speak, before Imagi finally cast her gaze back at her own plate. She could still feel Aura’s eyes on her as she pushed the spaghetti around her plate aimlessly for several moments before the pressure left her shoulders.
“Momma,” Imagi finally whispered, dabbing at the corners of her mouth as though she had been busily eating instead of making it look like she had been eating, “may I please be excused.”
“But you’ve hardly eaten dear.”
Damn. Imagi was hoping that her mother wouldn’t have noticed. She winced and kept her eyes glued to the plate before her. Aura’s eyes were back on her, mouth still no doubt full of pasta like nothing was wrong. A glance up proved her right.
“I know momma. I’m just not hungry.”
“Imagi, you haven’t been hungry for months,” her mother urged further.
“I know, it’s just,”
“Eat or we’re taking you to the hospital.”
Imagi looked up for the first time at her father who looked at her impassively.
“You haven’t eaten for weeks,” unlike Aura, who kept shoveling pasta into her mouth as she listened, “you’re losing weight, you’re paler than ever before… Imagi you’re not giving us much choice.” As though that was a defense. Imagi looked over at her sister for help, but Aura cast her eyes down once Imagi looked at her. Still eating.
“Papa.” Imagi began, ignoring the sound of Aura’s fork on her plate.
“No. There will be no discussion.”
“Arthur, I think for tonight it would be alright if she went we can -- “ her mother was cut off with a sharp look. In the silence, Aura slurped a noodle into her mouth rather noisily, followed by a very small “sorry.”
“Angie, if we let this go for too much longer, Imagi could get really sick.”
“It’s just until tomorrow.”
“And then it’s just until tomorrow. And then the next tomorrow. Angie, when do we crack down on her?”
“I’m right here,” Imagi whispered while her parents argued over her fate.
Another scrape of Aura’s fork on her plate made Imagi wince.
“Arthur, I really don’t think threatening her with hospitalization -- “
“It’s not a threat Angie.”
“Guys, I’m right here.”
Another loud slurp.
“Oh now, there’s really no need for her to go to the hospital do you think?”
“Look at her, darling, she’s stick thin and looks like death.”
“I can hear everything you’re saying.”
Aura dropped her fork with a loud clatter and then went right on eating.
“She just got back, though?”
“Yes, but from where Angie? She was missing for weeks and then she just comes strolling in, where was she?”
“I. Am. Right. Here.” Imagi’s voice erupted from her with more force that she realized and suddenly she was on her feet. Three sets of eyes stared at her, Aura with food hanging out of her mouth.
“I don’t need people deciding my fate for me. I’ve had enough of that. I’m not eating and I’m not going to the hospital. And clean up your damn ******** mouth, Aurora.”
The napkin hit Aura straight in the face, the girl no doubt shocked from the sudden burst of profanity from her sister. But Imagi didn’t wait around for the fall out. She excused herself, voice returning to the demure volume from before, and retired to her room for some blessed silence.
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Posted: Tue Jul 12, 2022 10:54 am
I Wish, I Wish, With All My HeartWord Count -- 887 A Destiny City Star Festival Tradition to be held every year; In Town Square, there is a beautiful tree with spreading branches. It is tall, but the lowest branches are easily reached. The city has decorated the tree with small, starlike ornaments and glistening lights. Thick leaves and beautiful purple flowers dangle from the branches, along with a myriad of different colored papers with handwritten wishes. Next to the tree is a stack of blank paper with twine attached, and a handwritten sign that explains:
Write your wish on a sheet of paper and tie it to the tree. Take one wish off the tree and do your best to grant it. When you have granted the wish, bury the paper in the park.
The papers are biodegradable and filled with seeds. There are no rules for wishing, but you are encouraged to wish for something vague enough that it can be interpreted in many ways so that it can be granted; you do not write your name on it, but it is encouraged to write something that doesn’t wish for self gain, but rather something that can make the world a better place. Some wishes dangling from the tree already include things like “I wish there wasn’t so much litter in the park,” “I wish someone would clean the graffiti off the old historic buildings,” and “I wish there were more volunteers at the shelter.”
If you choose to use the Wishing Tree, what do you wish for? If your wish is private, you may write it on the paper and choose a spot in the park and bury it yourself instead of hanging it on the tree. Six months. Had it already been six months? Had it only been six months. Imagi felt like it had been both years and only days since... since... She still had a difficult time putting words to what she'd seen. She remembered it all in panicked and painful slivers of memory. She remembered shouting and pain and regret. She remembered the way her sister had changed in her arms. Remembered the sting of Alpha's claws as she tried to get away. She remembered begging and pleading and sobbing for it all to stop. She remembered screaming that she loved her sister and that it didn't change a damn thing. Her parents were still looking for Aura. It didn't matter that Imagi knew the truth, she couldn't tell anyone anyway. All she could do was make her own search effort. Every night since there, from sunup to sun down. She'd dropped out of school. Devoted every spare second she had to finding her sister. Because she knew that if she didn't then no one else would. She'd lost her sister and it was her responsibility to find her. Except that it had already been six months and Imagi didn't have even a single shadow of a lead on her. Worse, Imagi was starting to give up hope. With each night coming back empty handed she was beginning to get used to the idea that she would live in mourning. And with each passing day her parents were saying the word "funeral" more and more. And she was beginning to believe that she could live with that. Maybe, she wondered to the moon and deep black night, she would be able to move on if they just put Aura's memory in the ground. But then she wondered if she deserved the move on, or if she should be punished forever for what she had done. Another part of her wanted to join her sister. Maybe the only way to find her other half was to become a monster just like her. But would she remember anything if she did? Was forgetting a sweeter fate than living with the memory of what she had failed to do? Did she deserve that sweeter fate? It had been six god damned months and Imagi had failed every single day of those months. Failed to keep herself together. Failed to comfort her parents. Failed to find her sister. Aura had loved the Star Festival, Imagi remembered. Loved the summer events where she could be out in the sun stretching her legs and socializing with everyone and anyone she could find. She loved the fireworks, the food, and the fairs all around town. She even loved those harmless and strange things that happened around the city this time of year. But the thing that Aura loved most of all was the Wishing Tree. She loved the look and the spirit. She loved making all kinds of benevolent wishes and taking as many as she could to grant with her endless fonts of energy. It hurt to look up at the tree now, alone this year instead of trying to ignore her sisters excited squeals and happy talking. She’d give anything to be annoyed by that now. Without thinking, Imagi took a slip of paper from the stack and considered it for a moment. What had brought her here? What did she hope to find? Aura, back to her normal self, squealing with delight as she chose the perfect wish to grant? A lead as to where her sister was? Forgiveness? Absolution? It was hard not to be angry with herself in that moment as she puzzled over her own actions. All she’d been doing was puzzling. Puzzling over her next move. Puzzling over what had happened. Puzzling and puzzling and not getting a damn thing done. She took one of those tiny pencils and left, her mind moving too quickly for her to be able to process. Thoughts buzzed around like angry wasps, flinging themselves against her skull and angrily stinging her brain when they had the chance. She walked, but she didn’t know where to. Not until she arrived. Any trace of that battle had been long since cleaned up or worn away. All that was left now were patches of burned earth and the memory of screams and smoke. Imagi’s legs moved on their own, taking her to a place she knew as well as her own bedroom. She sat down in the space where she’d last seen her sister and leaned back, listening to the silence of the summer afternoon around her. Leaves in far off trees rustled. The grass shifted around her, kicking her legs as she sat. The breeze cooled her face and dried her tears as they fell. I wish I had my sister back.A simple sentence, printed in clear, deliberate lettering. It was a stupid wish, Imagi knew that. No wishing was going to bring her back. But here she was anyway, digging a shallow hole with her hands and the tiny little pencil. She dropped the slip of paper into the earth without a sound and used the pencil like a kind of marker to remind her where it was. It was the closest thing to a grave Imagi would be able to make.
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