Kirsten Rhett
As I sat folded in Carlos's arms, letting the sobs rack my body, Only a single thought cycled through my shocked mind.
How could he?
How could he know this and not tell me?
I felt another hand, gently, but more hesitant than Carlos's touch, brush the braid over my shoulder onto my back. "Kir," Leon's voice, husky with emotion. "Kirsten, I'm so sorry. I should have told you. I wanted to, but...it would've put you in danger."
I lifted my head from Carlos's shoulder and stared at him. I wasn't sure if I felt happy, or betrayed, or angry. Maybe a combination of the three. "In danger of what?" I demanded, my voice breaking as I swallowed a sob.
Leon's gaze dropped, then he suddenly became rigid. His eyes became wide and his chest heaved "I...Aauugh!" The anguished cry expelled every emotion but fear.
Fear for Him.
Leon.
My brother.
"Leon! What's happening?" I push away from Carlos and try to approach him, but he recoils from my outstretched hand.
"No..don't touch me. Please....He'll... hurt you..." Leon let out another scream, chilling my blood. Carlos and I were on our feet now, trying to get close to him, but no matter what we tried, Leon only repelled us. Then, he suddenly became still, the only movement was a slight tremble in his shoulder. I cautiously crept forward, like the night when I had chased him into an alley, all those month ago in New York. I slowly reached out, but Leon's hand shot up, grabbing my wrist in a vice-like grip. I pulled fruitlessly as Leon slowly rose, a small chuckle escaping his lips. Everything was different about him now. There was an insane light flashing in his eyes, a grotesque smile twisted his face. "You would have been in danger of me." He purred. His voice sent shivers down my spine. I was so smooth, so cold. Perfect to the point of unnatural.
"Blak..." I whispered hoarsely.
Carlos watched, frozen in shock.
Blak's chuckle grew slowly into a laugh. "Oh, so you've heard of me? Good. It wouldn't be fair to kill you if you didn't know everything. After all," His voice grew deathly quiet. "I know all about you. Leon thought I wouldn't find out you were his sister, he thought he could save you. A heroic but futile effort. Even if I hadn't seen through his pathetic ruse, I would have killed you anyway."
The hand Blak was gripping my wrist with glowed with black energy. It surged up my arm, and through my body, bringing with it an unnameable pain, it felt as if every fiber of me were being torn apart, one by one.
I choked on my agony, falling to my knees. Blak let go of my wrist, and prepared to attack again, to flood my body with his dark magic.
"Leave her alone!" Carlos screamed, and launched himself at Blak, bowling straight into him. Blak only stumbled a few steps, then dissipated into black mist, reforming just outside of Carlos's grasp. He looked down at him, disgusted.
I had never seen Carlos look so angry. He was literally snorting smoke from his nostrils. Leon was much taller than Carlos, even with his slumped posture, now that Blak was in control, he stood straight, which made Carlos look positively miniscule.
"Fool." Blak snorted. "You have nothing to do with me." With an idle flick of his hand, Carlos went flying sideways, screaming. He crashed into the wall, and landed on the floor with a sickening thud. "Carlos!" I screamed, and began to run to him, but Blak appeared in front of me, smirking. "Not yet. We aren't finished."
I backed up, staring horrified at the monster that had destroyed my brother. "What are you?" My voice trembled and I cursed my own weakness. Blak gave no reply, the glow in his palms grew blindingly bright, and he thrust his hands outwards, sending a pillar of darkness hurtling towards me. I shot my own golden energy out to meet his, and as the two forces clashed, a bright flash illuminated the room. On one side, bight gold, on the other, pure black, as dark as the abomination I was fighting. The lights sent a crowd of people running to the barracks, I could see Matt, Tybalt, Kevin and Zandra among them. Ty was taking a key form his pocket. I called up as much energy as I dared, and pushed my light further into Blak's mass of shadow. His dark pillar shrank until my light was nearly brushing his fingertips. Blak only laughed maniacally. "Is that all you can do?" He roared, still laughing. Blak fixed me with a cruel stare. Those familiar red eyes filled with malicious pleasure. "It seems I've underestimated you."
Blak began glowing with a red aura, and the black of his magic rocketed forward, completely enveloping my pillar of light, and encasing my left hand, which began to burn with that unimaginable pain. I screamed as the darkness spread up my arm and began to encasing my body. My voice wavered and then stopped. I had no more energy even to scream.
I let my eyes close.
I opened my eyes when I heard a thick sort of thwack. The darkness faded and I collapsed to the ground, my skin still screaming from the pain. My hand was twisted and blackened. I lifted my eyes from my mutilated hand to see Zandra, the end of her gun dripping with blood and Leon lying still on the ground. Zandra pointed the barrel of her gun at his head.
"No!" I shouted, shooting a small band of magic out of my unmangled hand. I knocked the barrel aside just as Zandra pulled the trigger.
"Please...Don't kill him." I pleaded weakly. "He's the only family I have. He's my brother...Please...don't..."
My voice faded once again as I drifted into unconsciousness.
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