Sam simply nodded. "I understand," she shook her head and looked back up at him, "thanks anyway," she smiled, walking back to her room. A woman with long, black hair and shining blue eyes sat on her bed, looking at the door. Sam screamed and fell backwards. "Mom!" She shouted as Luna began to laugh.
"Where's Viola?" She asked, standing up.
"Downstairs," Sam replied. The Moon Goddess nodded and walked downstairs, tripping a little and cursing the 'new millinium cantraption.'
Sam followed her mother downstairs. He father was sitting on the couch, sipping wine. "W-what the?! You brought dad!?" She aslmost screamed.
"Well of course," she laughed, sitting down next to him as Viola walked in. "Viola...Haimon's already told you, I'm sure...but, we need to hurry and find another one." Viola simply nodded and sat.
Pulling Orpheus into his room and slamming the door behind her she said in a harsh whisper, "What the hell did you think you were doing! You can't just go and kill people like that!"
He sat on his bed, the same smile still on his face. "Just watch me," Orpheus' voice began to change, like there was someone else repeating his words.
Then she saw it... Entry was sitting to the right of Orpheus, he was mimicing his movements. Like a mirror image it was. Giovanna staggered backwards to the door and grabbed the door knob, ready to burst out of the room at any minute.
"A puppet! Entry's a marionette!" she screamed, her fear exploded and surrounded the entire house.
For a moment, Entry's image flickered and disapeared back into Orpheus. Giovanna breathed in deeply, trying to calm herself down. Her brother fell back onto his bed, he was sleeping... Giovanna had to tell someone.
She opened the door and ran down the stairs, stopping when she reached the livingroom. Sam, Viola, and two other adults were there.
"So would you like to introduce us?" said Giovanna, trying to catch her breath. She decided to tell them about the Entry and Orpheus thing later, when she could find a better time...
Our happiness here is all vain glory,
This false world is but transitory,
The flesh is weak, the Fiend is slee
Timor mortis conturbat me.
--William Dunbar
After Giovanna pulled Orpheus away, Tex and Jacin were left outside. Jacin knew what she had to do.
"Erm, Tex?" she murmured. "I need to tell you something, and I need you not to scream at me until I get it all out, please."
He didn't say much, but just nodded and sort of mumbled something. Jacin took a deep breath. "What I did was a healing trick my mother taught me, where you insert a bit of your power into the other person to heal them enough for their own power to work. It wouldn't affect you in any way, unless..."
Jacin gulped, but knew she had to tell him. "My power isn't like my mother's. She can use hers without it affecting her at all, but mine is attached to me. By healing you, I sort of...um...gaveusasubconciousconnection." She said it quickly so as to get it out fast, then stared at Tex with sorrow in her eyes. "I'm sorry, but I was afraid if I didn't, you would die."
"Many suffer from the incurable disease of writing, and it becomes chronic in their sick minds." —Juvenal (AD 60-130)
Tex looked at Jacin. He just kept looking. Did she just say that...she gave part of her power to heal him? So that was what it was.
" Wait...what do you mean connection? Doe's that mean were going to get attached like those siamese twins!?!"
Jacin eyes made Tex say," Sorry...just trying to lighten the situation."
Tex then leaned against a mailbox and asked," So...what will this connection affect?"
A person's heart is like a painting.
Because it's fragile, yet it bring's the greatest emotions to you.
"Nothing...unless you or I choose to use it," Jacin explained. "If you choose to work with the connection, it might be possible for you to find me at any time or maybe some other things. I'm not entirely sure. It's not exactly like I've done it before."
After seeing him stare at her in disbelief, she blushed. "It won't affect you at all if you don't want it to. I won't use it, and if you don't want to it won't do anything."
"Many suffer from the incurable disease of writing, and it becomes chronic in their sick minds." —Juvenal (AD 60-130)
Tex nodded his head.
" It's cool, I don't mind...Besides, I think it would be interesting to know where you are."
Jacin kept her head turned away from Tex.
" And I have this strange feeling in my chest..."
Jacin looked at him with suprise.
" It feels good."
Jacin eyes widen. A couple on bikes went past. Tex looked at them and they suddenly transform into Jacin and Tex riding! Tex's vison suddenly turned green.
" Tex?"
He looked up with his vison normal.
" Are you sure your all right?"
He nodded his head.
" Yeah...let's get inside."
He looked back and saw the couple looking at them with a strange green glint in their eyes.
A person's heart is like a painting.
Because it's fragile, yet it bring's the greatest emotions to you.
Jacin stared at Tex, perplexed. What he'd said was very uncharacteristic for him. And what was up with the bikes? She shook her head and slowly began to follow him into the house.
When they reached the house, they stopped as they reached the living room. Viola, Sam, and Giovanna were standing there with two adults. Jacin leaned against the doorway. She had a feeling things were about to get a whole lot stranger than she'd imagined.
"Many suffer from the incurable disease of writing, and it becomes chronic in their sick minds." —Juvenal (AD 60-130)
"Jacin!" she said, running over to her. "Please forget about what happened to brother, okay?" the memory of Entry with Orpheus flashed back in her mind. "He's not... himself,"
She nodded and sat down on one of the couches, Tex following right behind and sat down beside her. Giovanna turned her head towards the stairs, thinking about Orpheus and Entry. Then a thought occured... there was something that would prove if she had really seen Entry.
"Where Sirith?" she asked suddenly, jumping out of her seat.
Sam shifted in her seat. "I think he might be in his room, why?"
"I'm just-" she tried to think of something to say without telling her what she was up to. "I'll just tell ya later, 'kay?" and with that, Giovanna began running up the stairs and up to Sirith's door.
Her fear of Sirith had long pasted away, she could look straight in his eye and smile without flinching, or running away.
Giovanna knocked on the door, maybe a little too loud, and said, "Sirith! You in there? I need to ask you something! It's important!"
*I'll do Orpheus' later*
Our happiness here is all vain glory,
This false world is but transitory,
The flesh is weak, the Fiend is slee
Timor mortis conturbat me.
--William Dunbar
Sam looked at her mother, who looked up the stairs. It looked as though tears were filling her eyes. "Is that Sirith?!" She whispered. Sam scoffed and nodded, looking away. Luna stood and ran back up the stairs, tripping only twice. Luna pulled Sirith into her arms, sobbing.
"Th-thank you soo much for being with Naomi!" She sobbed. Sam stood and walked out of the house. She really didn't need her mother sobbing about Naomi while she was there. She walked down toward the beach, staring out at the waves.
"Hello," a voice came from behind her maing her jump. A boy with black hair and red highlights stood behind her, his onyx eyes focused on the sea. A feeling of hate surged through Sam, making her hateful but she pushed it away.
We are not to simply bandage the wounds of victims beneath the wheels of injustice, we are to drive a spoke into the wheel itself. — Dietrich Bonhoeffer
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