| A loud thunderclap obliterated the silence, releasing Fiona from the inner netherworld into a surreal nightmare. It was as if she awoke, the child kicked aside by the stronger more vibrant personality. The darkness had slaughtered the light which is how it should be and she felt her iron will reasserting itself. Rage filled her and she welcomed the darkness as if she clasped it's hand and bade welcome to an old friend. Argyyle's thoughts and feelings were almost agonizing in their intensity and she battled for the control to stave off this explosion in her mind. Knowing that if she did not she would sink to her knees and scream until she lost what there was left of her sanity. That would be weak and that she would not allow! She clawed at her tattered barriers, she/he struggling against the immense pressure that threatened to destroy them...he/she in pain...she/he struggling to rise...fighting not to fall....he/she trying frantically to separate....the he/she that was...the one that is... the moment of unity as they transcended what they were and became something of utter and exquisite beauty that was not meant for mere mortals...understanding the haunting howling of wolves at the silvery moon in all her terrible majesty...a timeless moment of brilliance and the one knew what had to be done...the one had to rend what had been born...and wept...wept for the death...murderer of self....and they were two again...the barriers, feeble and crumbling...and she drank of the bitter brew of fury for it was the poison of survival and drink deeply she did... Still reeling from the experience, she staggered for a moment. The onslaught of emotions and feelings had passed, and she knew that her concentration was needed...no...imperative...so hard to think...so much pain...there was no time, so she brutally took what she needed from the child...hearing what had happened in the eternity of a second... Fiona found herself in the midst of a menacing tableau, advancing toward herself...no...her brother. The spectral presence stood in front and Fiona felt the absurdity of all of this. Her rage grew and it was like a cold slap to her face. What were they all doing and why were they doing HER bidding! Argyyle was certainly in no shape to defend himself right now and she could not trust...count on her father to stand against the woman he believed to be his love. So Fiona strode forward and placed herself between the zombies and her brother. NO ONE was going to hurt HER...so confused...no one was going to hurt her brother...yes...he was the one on the floor...not me... Her voice deadly calm she spoke to the shimmering form, " You will not hurt him again..." As she turned to her father she could feel the tendrils of her fierce anger coiled about her body and her voice resounded in the cavernous room...this time he would listen..." Geth is dead...your love is dead...if this is our dearly departed mother...what further proof do you need...she is a ghost...will you not rest until you gaze into the eyes of her corpse and hear the worms gnawing her bones? She is DEAD! She can haunt some other house tonight!" She gazed deep into her father's eyes and whispered..." if I find that you have tricked us some how... made us see her... Kirialen won't be lonely in the family grave..." Her grandmother was silent and Fiona turned that piercing gaze on her..." You haven't said anything...no rejoicing for the woman you have searched for? Are you afraid grandmother that she has come to 1take her body back... maybe you should offer it to her... grandmother..." Glancing at Argyyle to be sure he was still breathing....she took a breath and faced the sepulchral being again..." You keep asking us who we are... Who are YOU? Why are you here?" Unable to contain it any longer her voice broke free of the chains of calm and she shouted, her rage... fiery wings of fury unleashed in speech, " IF YOU ARE DEAD THEN MAYBE YOU SHOULD GO BACK TO THE HELL YOU CAME FROM!!!" The storm was like a beast unleashed and it roared, shattering the glass windows with it's feral cry and it was there... with them... and they felt the beast's power... all light extinguished... a growl of thunder primal and savage... the candles blown out with one hiss of it's icy breath and then all went dark... lighting flash... faces silhouetted by the eerie glow... lightning flash...the slave dead, blood pouring from the dagger in his back... an unearthly scream... lightning flash... Fiona was gone... |
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