CHAPTER 5 (From Charity)
"You must save us..." The little voice whispered with the wind.
I was sitting on a rock, seemingly in the middle of a lake. Or something. I wasn't quite sure, I'm not very good at dreams.
The water, if that's what it was, was inky black, with no definition to it. There was no light reflecting off of it, and no depth to it whatsoever. I was frightened of touching it.
"Catch." Another voice said.
And suddenly, my halo flew out of the darkness at me.
I caught it and held it against my body.
And then hands began to slide out of the water.
One grabbed my ankle, the other my wrist, and the other pair grabbed me around my waist and pulled me into the inky black water.
It was dark for a moment, and then there were two forms.
"You must save us..." The feminine feeling one whispered.
"Do not allow the System to crumble..." The male one said softly.
I was trembling.
"Please..." The female said. "The Ancient One must be stopped..."
"Lead them to us..." The male said.
And then my halo began to burn.
I screamed and dropped it, and the female grabbed my wrist.
She held my hand up, and the male mirrored me.
Both of our hands had the symbol of eternity tattooed onto the palms. As they neared each other, they began to glow an irredescant blue.
It hurt.
I screamed, and they released me.
Then my eyes snapped open and I was sitting up in bed, hugging in on myself.
I hurt all over.
It hurt inside and out. My face was a mask of pain where the man had hit me, and I could feel scabbing on my thigh where he had cut me. My neck hurt where he had bit me.
And my inside hurt.
I tried to focus on breathing, but the pain seemed worse with every breath.
I gasped as it reached its peak, and some stray tears slipped down my cheeks before the pain subsided for the most part, and became nothing more than a throbbing pain.
I was breathing far too hard for my own good.
"Are you alright?"
My eyes snapped open and I was in a completely unfamiliar surrounding.
Trauma was crouched at the foot of the gigantic bed I was on. It had silken red sheets and pillows galore, with a see-through black canopy and throw pillows all over the place.
The room was large, with a fire place and dim candles as lighting. The carpet looked to be thick and red.
I was slightly trembling.
"Calm down..." Trauma said softly. "You're safe now, don't worry..."
"Where am I?" I demanded, huddling in on myself again.
My clothes had changed. My tattered dress and stockings had been removed and replaced by a clean white nightgown. I wasn't wearing any underwear. That slightly disturbed me.
"This is Lord Hell's bedroom." Trauma explained. "You're safe here."
"Why am I here?" I demanded.
"It's the safest room in the mansion." Trauma said, as though it were obvious.
I sighed.
"How are you feeling?" He asked.
"I hurt." I said quietly.
"You should be able to heal quickly." He said.
"No," I whispered. "I can't."
"Huh?" He asked, his mismatched eyes wide.
Trauma was a rather nice monster. He was gangly and pale, with hair the color of blood and one eye to match. The other was blue. He wore leopard print pants and a black crop-top with matching gloves. He was quite well dressed, actually.
I started breathing a little harder. "I can't heal quickly at all..." I wimpered. "I'll heal like a normal human..."
"Why?"
"My halo..." I whispered. "He took my halo..."
Trauma frowned. "Your halo effects healing?"
"My halo..." I said. "Halos are the source of all our powers..."
His eyes widened. "You're completely helpless?"
I nodded.
He laughed.
Suddenly, he was on top of me, not really resting his weight on me or anything, but sort of doing a pushup, his face close to mine.
"So I could do anything to you and you wouldn't be able to fight back?"
I started to cry, and Trauma was suddenly pulled off of me.
Suicide smiled and winked at me as Trauma collided with the door.
"Leave her be, she's had enough for one little angel's lifetime." He said.
Trauma stood. "You never let me have any fun."
"Go on, go get her some dinner, make yourself useful." Suicide said, shaking his head and sighing. "Honestly."
I wiped my eyes and leaned back against the headboard of the bed, sort of away from Suicide as he leaned against the bedpost at the foot of the bed.
"So." He said, looking around the room, nonchalantly. "Feeling better?"
"I guess." I said softly. "I don't know."
"Traumatic, I know." He said. "Well, not personally or anything, but I can imagine, I suppose." He shrugged. "Christ, Irony was raped last year. It was all very sad, I know."
"Irony?" I whispered.
"Oh, haven't you met?" Suicide asked, sitting down at the foot of the bed and stretching his neck out a bit. "She's a wonderful little monster. The exact opposite of what you'd think a regular monster would be like. A doll."
"Oh." I said, softly.
"Not that I'm cheapening your pain." He said. "Or trying to make you feel better, no, merely rambling on."
"I understand."
"Lord Hell would be here himself," Suicide said. "But he has matters to attend to and whatnot."
"What sort of matters?" I asked.
"Well, not that I intend to worry you in any way, but Lady Heaven is missing."
"Lady Heaven is missing??" I demanded, sitting up straight. Then I hurt again, and I sort of moaned and quietly huddled in on myself again.
"Do not get over worked about it." Suicide said. "She's most likely fine, it's just that nobody can locate her."
"But the girls-"
"The other angels?" He said. "Not to worry, they are being watched."
"By who?"
"Lord Hell, being a benevolent man," Suicide winked at me. "Did not want anyone to take advantage of them, so he sent Homicide and Psychosis to watch over them. They're all at the mansion, safe and sound."
"Oh." I said, sort of relaxing a little. "Mr. Hell is trying to find Lady Heaven?"
"Yup." Suicide said, nodding. "And whilst he is absent, I am to watch you and make sure that you are safe and content."
I blushed.
"Are you content?" He asked.
"I suppose." I said. "As much as one can be."
"Was that true, that I heard you say?" He asked.
"Huh?"
"The Halo is the source of the angelic power?"
"Yeah." I said softly.
"Intriguing." Suicide said.
"What's the source of a Monster's power?" I asked.
"We just are powerful." He said. "Nothing specific. It's internal, I suppose."
"Oh." I said, looking down. "I wish I was a monster."
"Yes, it is a superior existence."
I sighed.
"Cheer up, though." He said. "Girl monsters are no where near as cute as you little angels."
I fidgeted a little bit.
"Oh, now I've made you uncomfortable." He said, pouting. "Ah, such is life. You may go back to sleep if you wish. I'll be here all night."
I didn't know if that was good or bad.