I decided this place had gotten too quiet, and decided to spruce it up some. So I’m updating this little beauty again. I’m giving up on apologizing for not coming here more, because this probably won’t be the last time, since I’m moving in a month, and must endure the audurous process of both packing and keeping up with six hours of History every other night, in addition to other homework and whatever else life decides to thow at me.
So here y’all go.
Holly watched as the small vial caught a few stray beams of crimson from its place in the window sill. The light seemed to almost wrap around the elixir, as the supposed cure absorbed the supposed healing properties the light supposedly had. Everyone’s lives depended upon how well the scant amount of liquid worked, and the enourmous number of what if factors helped the situation none. They only had one shot at this, and if it fell through… well, she would get to see Oro and the rest of the Beserkers much sooner than she particularly cared to.
“I can hear you thinking.” Artemis mumbled, not looking away from the screen of his ever-present laptop.
“Sorry. I just can’t help but stress over this stupid cure. There’s just too many ways it can go wrong, and-” she was cut of by Artemis abruptly standing and striding to her, taking her wrists captive in his pale hands.
“Holly. Stop worrying. None of us will be any better off if you’re more tense than Butler in Russia.” She cracked a small smile, then paused in consideration of his words.
“Now that you mention it, where is Butler? I haven’t really seen him around.” she asked.
“Oh, yes. He is in Mexico with Juliet, from some wrestling competition. He is supposed to be back in a week.” the pale youth replied, trying very hard not to think about what the manservant might come home to, or rather, not come home to.
“Ah. Well, I hope they win.” she followed, thoughts roughly the same.
The conversation waned to tense silence, so think Holly was almost certain she could shoot her Neutrino and see the fissure in the air. In a vain attempt, she gazed out thw window and watched the sun in it’s slow decent behind the lush silouette of the Irish horizen. Even as the glint of distant diamonds peeked through the shroud of darkness, bathing the vial in a translucent veil, Holly’s thoughts still sang with endless gruesome possibilities. There were dozens of old tales recounting executions at the hands of sirens. No one had any idea how true they were, since their existance had last been known before even Frond’s reign, but that didn’t make them any less terrifying.
Spontaneous implosion. Being boiled alive by one’s own magic. Being sent through sandstorms of magic as the sheer force slowly ripped first the flesh then the muscle from bone, leaving only a spotless skeleton behind. Endless.
Holly was only pulled from her thoughts when something flickered at the edge of her vision. She glanced down to see the first rays of the moon finally surfacing, the thin streaks of light seemed to wrap around the slender glass and the once clear liquid began to take on an opaque luster, seeming to absorb the pale glow.
The teen glanced over at her, eyes widening when he realized the phemonema that held her mismatched eyes captive. He rose and slowly made his way to the window, as if he was afraid sudden movement would affect what was happening.
“Incredible.” he whispered once he had reached her, his own gaze equally as transfixed as the elf’s. For a few more minutes the translucency of the elixer deepened, seeming to emit its own subtle glow.
It soon faded though, leaving behind the lightly shimmering liquid. The moon itself seemmed to dim, and Artemis gently picked up the vial with a touch more buyant than air itself, as though it was more precious than life.
“If I am correct, this should be it.” he said, though the uncertainty in his tone would have been plain to anyone.
The stressed tension grew preternatural tangibility as he gingerly slipped the vial into a syringe gun verging on threatining in appearence.
Their steps landed like the immenent ticks of a clock down the hall, seeming to count away at their last minutes.
He lightly pushed the door open and saw the siren staring at the boy with an intense gaze. He expected her to immediately start asking questions, but her eyes did not waver. After a moment, he noticed the slight glow to them, and he knew she was using magic.
A light touch to her shoulder brought a sharp gasp, a flare of light in her eyes in anger, then submission at the sight of the syringe gun in his hand, the entire exchange taking about ten seconds.
“It’s ready.” was the only thing he said, and Obsidia’s face sobered. She moved back to allow the human through, though hesitantly. The size of the implimant made her leery of allowing him near Soren, but what other choice did she have?
She held her breath as the needle slipped into his arm.
Yep, this story is actually starting to go somewhere now, and it gets interesting next chapter… whenever I happen to update…