Chapter Thirty One
One minute, we were there bickering like real sisters do, and the next minute, I had lost my temper and blasted a hole straight through her chest, and she was dead. Just like that.
I had killed my sister. On accident. I let my anger get the best of me. And it was on accident, I swear. I didn’t want to hurt her, I just wanted to scare her. But I had gone too far…
I walked over and stood in front of her unmoving body. She was definitely dead. The hole I’d created in her had been packed with such physical force that it had blown her organs out of her body and smacked against the cave wall, smearing the blood. I covered my mouth with my hand and struggled not to lose my stomach like she’d already had.
My arms and legs started to shake uncontrollably, like my muscles weren’t strong enough to support my body. I slid down to my knees and then toppled over to my side, lying on the floor of the cave. I suddenly felt so cold and unstable, like I had lost the will to live. Because I had killed Melody, a sort of innocent girl, and just like that, she was gone, up there in the realm of the Muses waiting until the rest of died.
How would of thought that it was by my hands that Melody died? I was a killer, a murderer. And I had no excuse but, “my temper got the best of me”. I was a psychopath! Who was I, the Incredible Hulk or something? I get mad and people end up dying? No…I didn’t want to be that type of person…
There’s nothing you can do. A part of my brain tried to rationalize. My limbs stopped shaking and I was left staring at Melody’s lifeless body. Just leave, there’s no way you can undo what you just did.
I looked to Melody’s face, and instead of the twisted look of surprise she wore when she died was replaced with a serene expression. In a way, she looked peaceful, almost happy to be gone.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered, close to her ear. I rolled over to my feet and looked up at the whole. Maybe I really could scale it. I could use my height as an advantage – 5’ 11’’ – and I didn’t have the most upper body strength, but maybe if I spread my legs a little – I swear, my mind is almost always in the gutter; I need to control myself a little – I could move my feet up against the sides and crawl the way up maybe.
It was worth a shot.
I shook my arms back and forth a little, giving my head a little mental shake. I would have to wait and deal with what I did to Melody later; I couldn’t think about it now. I looked up towards the whole, and I could see the moon casting it’s white glow. Determined, I crouched to my knees and then sprung up.
When I held out my arms, it was just enough space so that my hands fit comfortably on the sides. My arms started to shake fast, since I was so out of shape, so I knew I couldn’t go slow and steady or else I would probably end up back on my ass.
I inched my hands across the sides of the hole slowly, gradually moving up and making enough room so that I could scoot in my knees and then move them outwards, so that they fit securely into the dirt, my weight resting on my shoulders and thighs.
It seemed to take forever, slowly working my way up. Multiple times, my arms and legs started to hurt, the muscles burning and screaming in agony, but I couldn’t stop moving. A couple of times, I almost slid back down all the way to the bottom, but I caught myself each time, and would start crawling back up again. It was a long, excruciating process, but I finished, and reached the top.
I reached my arms over the top, holding onto the ledge of the opening, and hauled myself over onto the sand. I lifted my legs over the edge and collapsed, my arms shaking with the effort of lifting my entire weight for about, fifteen minutes. My mouth was open since I was gulping in air, and I sort of faceplanted, so I ended up with a mouthful of sand, but I didn’t even care. I was just glad to be out of that hellhole.
I wanted to move and get out of wherever in the hell I was, but I was just too weak to even move. I just drooped my head onto the ground and kept one my eyes pried open. The sand to cover on top of me, and it almost felt like a nice, warm blanket. I could feel both my eyes starting to droop close, as if I was falling asleep, and I struggled to keep them open. It wasn’t long before I drifted off into a peaceful sleep, underneath the nice sand blanket.
I should probably work out more…were my last thoughts as I finally fell asleep.
“I think she’s starting to wake up.” One voice whispered. I could hear the whir of machines that followed in the silence afterwards, and the sound of my own breathing filled my ears.
“You think so?” Another voice asked hesitantly. “Oh yeah, she’s waking up. I can see her eyes moving underneath her eyelids.”
It took me a while – longer than I would like to admit – to figure out that they, whoever they were, was talking about me. They were documenting my every movement, as I could feel myself slowly awake.
“Alright, enough stalling, just wake up, Melita,” I heard the second voice say, followed by a rough shaking of my shoulder. My eyes jerked open, and I found myself sitting on a bed staring into Ivan’s white eyes. The whites had red streaks in them, as if he was tired, and there was an annoyed look on his face.
I was scared by the way he had woken me up, so my hand was clutching tightly to his forearm when I finally woke up. When I looked awkwardly down at my hand wrapped around his arm, he glared at me before snatching it away and backing away from me, the same exasperated expression written across his face.
Obviously, he was still pissed at me. Well, damn.
I looked to the left and there was Dre standing there, a blank expression on his face. Damn him for being able to hide his emotions so easily. According to him, my face was like an open book. I met his eyes, a pleading look in my own, but he didn’t say anything, didn’t try to comfort me. Instead he stood there, and looked away when I tried to make eye contact with him.
I felt ashamed for what I did, acting so childish and hitting Melanie. She hadn’t even done anything to me, either. My temper had gotten the best of me, once again. I had to keep myself under control; I couldn’t let that happen anymore. Not like what happened to Melody…a part of me said, but I pushed the thought away. I wasn’t ready to think about that right now.
“What happened to me?” I croaked, my throat suddenly feeling drier than all hell. I coughed and patted the center of my chest, and a little bit of sand sprayed across my fist.
“You passed out,” Dre said, turning to send a look I couldn’t read to Ivan. Ivan merely grunted before leaving the room, angrily slamming the door behind him.
We were in what looked like a hospital room; bright white walls and tile, a hospital bed, heart machine, all the basics. So did that mean we were in the “regular” realm instead of the Twilight Realm anymore?
“In the desert,” He continued, finally leveling his eyes to me. He walked over to the bed and sat on the edge, staring at me intently. “We found…Melody’s body in the cave, Mel— er, Melita.”
“Mel,” I said softly. “You know you can call me Mel, Dre.”
“What happened to you, Mel?” He whispered, a hurt look spread across his face. “I didn’t tell you about Melanie because—,”
“Don’t,” I interrupted, giving him a serious look. “Don’t even go there. I don’t want to talk about her.
He opened his mouth to protest, but then he just nodded and looked away for a few seconds before turning back to me. “Did you see who killed Melody?”
Oh god. He was such a good friend. He didn’t even expect it was me. After all, he would have no reason to. I was supposedly a good person, I wouldn’t do something as evil as actually killing someone. No, feelings were resurfacing; the way my hand felt so warm as the beam of light shot out…and how it just tore through Melody like tissue paper…
Please stop…my mind begged, trying to push away the images. But I couldn’t, I just kept reliving the crunching sound as it crashed through her, the way she had been forced up against the wall because of the sheer force. I hadn’t just killed my sister, I had killed her extremely violently.
“Please don’t ask me questions about her,” I whispered, sliding my eyes so that they were almost fully closed. I could feel the tears already brimming, getting sucked into my eyelashes. “I did something.”
He looked up at me sharply, obviously alarmed. “What do you mean? You saw who did it?”
I nodded. “I saw it up-close.”
“Oh,” Dre said, his eyes widening. “Is that why…I’m so sorry Mel.” He reached in and tried to hug me, but I pushed him away, covering my eyes with shaky hands.
“Don’t hug me,” I cried, the tears finally sliding out. “I did it. I did…that to her.” My shoulders started to shake as I let out huge sobs. I had killed someone. And not just anyone, as if that wasn’t bad enough, but it was my own flesh and blood. By my hands. I’m a monster.
He looked even more shocked, the way his brown eyes widened even farther. He backed away a little, and tilted his head to the side. I was sure that he was going to call me a monster and walk away, just leave me, because that’s what I deserved.
“Okay.” Was all he said, before bending down and wrapping me into a hug again. I was grateful that he still…loved (?) me, and collapsed into his chest, smothering my face against his shirt. Still holding me, he scooted over to the bed and lie down with me, while I cried the whole time. He ran his hand up and down my back, dotting little kisses around my hairline, and holding me close to him.
It would have been a pretty touching moment if I hadn’t done that horrible thing before. Dre didn’t even have to say anything; just having him there was comforting. He finally pulled away from me, and I angrily wiped the tears away with the back of my arm. No matter the situation, I really did hate crying, and I seemed like I was doing that way too often.
“Don’t you hate me now?” I asked confusedly.
“Of course not,” He replied now, as if it was absurd to think such a thing. “Because I know that you would never do that on person. And out of all of is, you’re the one with the most out of control powers, so I could understand how it might have happened.”
“But that doesn’t make it okay!” I protested. “Just because I’m new to all of this, that doesn’t make an excuse for killing someone!”
“You killed Melody?” Dre and I snapped towards the door, and there stood Melanie and Ivan. We hadn’t even heard them walk in; we were so caught up in our conversation. Melanie was seriously pissed, where Ivan just looked shocked.
“I’ll kill you!” She screamed before launching herself onto the bed with me and Dre. She tried to hit me in the face, but I moved my head out of the way. The motion sent us over the edge of the bed and her back smacked painfully against the linoleum, but she didn’t even care. She was hell-bent on scratching my face.
Suddenly, I didn’t feel so helpless anymore. I wanted to whip this girl’s ass, no matter what the cost. Hell, I didn’t care if I killed her, she was annoying as hell.
“You can’t even fight right!” I taunted. She tried to take a swing at her face, but kneed her in the stomach, and she keeled over. I took the advantage and rolled out from under her and pinned her with my knees.
In the background, I could hear Dre say, “Should we…stop it?”
And Ivan replied, “I feel like we should, but this is my first chick fight, and uh, maybe we should just see what happens…”
“You pervs!” I blurted, turning around to glare at them. I felt Melanie’s hand come up and pinch me right in the nipple. I let out a shriek and rolled over to the side, sending her a glare. “What the hell? Pinching, really? Fight like a man!” I said, getting a little angry. Who pinches someone during a fight?
She didn’t reply and instead, lunged out to catch me. I rolled my eyes before shielding myself with a barrier – a power I learned I could do with my encounter with Evan at school – and she smacked face first into it, stumbling back a little bit. She growled at me and started yelling profanities, but I couldn’t really hear all of it since the barrier blocked out some of the sound.
I watched with a smirk on my face as Ivan whispered something in Dre’s ear before grabbing Melanie by the arm and dragging her out the room. As they passed Dre, Melanie sent me a dirty look before leaning over and kissing Dre, who was surprised and was a little taken aback.
This, of course, sent a wave of anger flaming through me. I watched as an actual wave of the barrier flew through the air and smashed into Melanie, sending her stumbling back a little and crashing into a gray filing cabinet. I burst out laughing and I could see Dre stifling a laugh too, but Ivan was the only one who merely sent me a disapproving look before helping Melanie get up and walk out the room.
I laughed again before – literally – letting my guard down and getting up off the floor from my sitting position. Dre stood and waited for me to walk over to him, holding out his hand for me. I graciously took his hand and smiled at him, even though it was quite weird to do so considering the awkward situation we were in.
After all, I did just indeed kill my sister, and my other sister found out and went all psycho-crazy on me. And I have to admit, I really did feel bad about it and everything, but I couldn’t think about it right now. Just not now.
“So…” I trailed off, trying to avoid the elephant in the room; I was a murderer. “There are hospitals in the Twilight Realm?”
“It’s a long story,” Dre groaned, momentarily letting go of my hand to rub the bridge of his nose in annoyance. My hand suddenly felt weird, floating in the air, waiting to be rejoined by Dre’s. He opened his eyes back open and turned to me.
“And I’m serious, it really is a long story,” He said genuinely. “I’m not trying to, you know, stall.”
I crossed my arms over my chest and arched my eyebrow, giving him the “yeah right, I don’t believe it” look. Actually, I needed to revise that phrase; didn’t sound as witty as I thought it did.
“I’ve got time,” I said, trying to stare him down. He simply let out a groan before sitting down on the bed and patting the seat next to him. I eagerly bounced over and sat down, resting my chin on my fist as if I were the “perfect model student” or whatever in school. You know, eager to learn and all that shit or whatever you wanna call it.
“So, you kinda know the gist of Star Wars, right?” He started off by asking.
I tilted my eyes to the ceiling as if I was really thinking about it (even though I really wasn’t) and said, “Actually, I’ve never seen Star Wars. But, isn’t it the Rebels and the Empire or whatever?”
“Uh, I think so,” Dre said uneasily, scratching his head. “I haven’t seen it either. But anyways!
“So, a long time ago, years and years before either of us were born, and my dad was still ruler – he’s immortal, by the way – there were still humans of the Twilight Realm,”
“Whoa, wait a second!” I interrupted, making a “T” with my hands, using the time-out signal. “You’re dad’s immortal?” I gasped. “When in the hell were you ever going to tell me this?” I cried.
“I don’t know,” Dre said dismissively, shrugging his shoulders. “Does it really matter?”
“Uh, yeah!” I said, staring at him like he was crazy. It’s not everyday that you learn your best friend’s father is immortal. Hell, I don’t’ think that piece of news has even been exchanged between two friends! Like, ever!
“Anyways, before I was so rudely interrupted,” Dre said, sending me a fake glare before continuing to smile at me, “There were half-humans, legit hybrids in the Twilight Realm. Of course, there weren’t any four-parts, because the only four-part was me of course.
“They wanted to rebel, just like the people in Star Wars did against the Empire, which included my father and Aerial. Of course, since my father and Aerial are the most powerful rulers in the Twilight Realm, the rebels horribly failed. They literally crushed the rebellion effort. The few that survived, which was in the single digits, colonized and banded together.
“They built up buildings, including hospitals, to nurse the weak back to health until one day, they would be able to rise up against my father again. Of course, he found out and made sure to destroy every single person who wanted to rebel against him, and trapped their souls inside the Twilight Realm so that they couldn’t escape.
“Your soul can’t just stay trapped into here forever, so eventually, they disenigrate into the ground, mixing in the acid that rains from the skies, and turn into demons that follow my father’s will. It’s all a vicious cycle I tell you, just goes ‘round and ‘round.” He finally concluded, taking in a huge breath, and puffing out in an extended sigh.
“Damn,” I said blatantly, trying to take it all in. “That’s a lot to take in. All those people turned into demons? That’s…horrible. Being a demon must suck.” I said, just joking, but felt a little bad about it.
“Tell me about it,” Dre muttered, and his eyes widened once he realized what I said, after seeing my shocked. “I mean, not a real demon. I just think that you know, it must suck pretty hard. Really hard.” He said, stuttering a little bit in the process.
He was lying to me, that was obvious. But why? Why and what was he trying to hide from me? I squinted my eyes at him and scowled.
“Dre, just wondering, what exactly are your powers, again? You know, since you’re a four-part, just like me?” I said menacingly, staring him down.
He squirmed, deeply, underneath my gaze. “Oh, you know, just the regular stuff. Obviously, as you would know, earth, AKA werewolf. And then my dark powers, poltergeist, demon, pyrokinetics…” He mumbled the last part so that I had to strain my ears, but I could still understand what he said.
“What in the hell is wrong with you?!” I shrieked at him, jumping up from the bed and shaking my hands at him. “What-what, you can turn into a freaking poltergeist?! When were you going to tell me this?” I yelled. When he just gave me a blank stare, I threw up my hands in annoyance and ran them down my face, rubbing my palms against my cheeks.
“This boy is going to be the death of me,” I muttered to myself, covering my forehead with my hand and tapping my foot impatiently against the floor. Who doesn’t tell someone that they’re a demon, of all things? Seriously, what the hell? You don’t just— ugh, I’m just too outraged to even think straight, I thought to myself crossly.
“Um, sorry?” Dre suggested, shrugging his shoulders and adding a question mark at the end. “I didn’t really know how to bring it up. You don’t just walk up to someone and say, ‘Hey, I’m a demon, later. See you in Myths and Legends.’” Dre cried, giving me a what-the-hell look.
“I know that! You don’t drop something that big of a bomb onto someone in such a short period of time! It’s not like you see people everyday going up to their friends and saying, ‘Hey, I’m a gay, but I’ll see you later tonight!’” I blurted, not even really thinking about what I was going to say.
“Wait, what?” Dre interrupted. “Why are you talking about being gay? No one in this room is gay!” He cried.
“I know!” I responded, still yelling for some odd reason. “I just…couldn’t think of another analogy!” I explained, still raising my voice. It was one of those shouting conversations, but you’re not really exactly arguing anymore, you just can’t seem to go back down to a normal level of volume.
“The word “analogy” has the “anal” in it!” Dre said, smiling at me a little bit.
I couldn’t help but let a little laugh escape through my lips. “I know, I know, that’s pretty funny, actually.” I admitted, covering my mouth so that I wouldn’t outright horse laugh. I had a bad habit of doing that.
“Oh my god, can you guys just fuck already and shut the hell up?!” I heard Ivan’s voice from outside the door yell angrily.
Dre and I looked to the door in shock, not really sure what to say. We looked back at each other with wide-eyed looks and started laughing.
“You ready to go?” Dre said, ignoring Ivan’s dumb outburst.
“Most definitely.” I said, feeling my cheeks still heat up a little at Ivan’s comment. You don’t just yell at two people telling them to “fuck”. It’ just…odd and weird. Just saying.
We headed out the door, where Dre punched Ivan hard in the shoulder while walking by, and I saw Melanie staring at me murderously as we walked down the hallway. I really felt bad about it, the whole Melody situation, I mean, what was I supposed to say? What, “sorry about killing our half-sister. It was totally on accident.” So I just left it by ignoring her glaring eyes as we walked down the brightly illuminated hallway.
“And don’t ever come back!” I heard Melanie shout as we opened another dooar the end of the hallway. Ivan had a grim look on his face, Dre had a blank stare, and I was nervously biting my lip. We didn’t even say anything to each other as we opened the door, which revealed a swirling black portal, similar to the one Aerial had created without the vexes.
I took one last look at Melanie before the three of us stepped in.
I don’t think she can ever forgive me.
A/N: Sorry about taking foever. And I know this probably sucks, 'cause I didn't have the time to revise/read or anything because things had happened, and I had decided to leave Booksie for a while. 'Cause I can be an asshole sometimes, sorry about that. So sorry that this was horrible, sorry for almost permanenlty leaving, and sorry for saying sorry so much. So, yeah. Alright, that's it. Hopefully the next chapter will be better.
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