"It wasn"t real."
"But you thought it was. You can still see it and it looks real now, doesn"t it?"
He exhaled, pursing his lips and nodded slowly.
"Then I won"t do it anymore," I whispered firmly.
He hesitated. Then nodded again gratefully.
I looked over to see Lillian standing by Cain now. She was whispering in his ear and he was nodding. Then she pulled back and grabbed his hand, they both smiled at each other.
Well. Well.
Then it was time to deal with Polly.
Kiss and Not Tell
Chapter 24 - Cain.
"I"m sorry for the way I spoke to you earlier, in the kitchen. I should have believed you but...you have to admit, it was pretty unbelievable," Lillian whispered and smiled a little smile to which I returned. "I"m sorry. Really sorry. So...can we just forget all of this, and say you and I work together? Hmm? You can help me with all this Mitch.e.l.l stuff, help me grieve and let me cry like a girl," she smiled again, "and...I"ll help you get over Sherry. Well, I"ll try. I can be your friend."
She squinted cutely and then bit her bottom lip, waiting for my response.
"That sounds like a plan to me...lovely."
She smiled and tucked her hair behind her ear, ducked her head.
Yes!! I"m back in the game!
"Good. So we get this...stuff settled and then go brief everybody on the things we got, what they talked about at the rally. With everything going on, I think they forgot we even went."
"Yeah, I think you"re right. And yes, that too sounds like a plan."
"Good. Sweetie pie," she said with a smile, remembering our joke.
She slipped her hand into mine, her fingers still warm and soft but long and skinny. Pleasant to touch but not like Sherry"s. I wonder how long it will be before I stop comparing everything to Sherry. But hey, Lillian knows. We are going in with eyes completely wide open. No hidden secrets. We can be honest and help each other get over all that past c.r.a.p.
I glance at Sherry and she"s watching us. She glances at our intertwined hands and lifts her eyebrows, smiling. I realize she"s happy about this new development. I should be. I am but...whew. This is so much harder than I ever imagined. Why do I have to love her? Why? And why did Merrick"s vision of Sherry and I have to be so close to the fantasy I"ve had a million times, just like it.
We turn our attention back to Jeff, who just started his interrogation of Polly, who looks horrendous. I don"t mean that in a hateful way. She really does look awful. Like someone took the sick-and-pale stick and beat her senseless with it.
"I don"t know what you"re talking about," Polly said sluggishly but she kept glancing at Piper the entire time, back and forth.
It felt strange to be interrogating two teenager girls like this. Technically, only one was a teenager, but still.
"I think you do. Are you sick or something?" Jeff asked.
"I just don"t feel well. Now let me go back to bed."
"Ok then, answer my question and you can. What did you do to Merrick?"
"I didn"t do anything."
"Oh, come on. Enough already." Marisa stepped up and placed a finger on Polly"s hands, folded on her pulled up legs and said, "What did you do to Merrick?"
Polly started to whimper. Then groan, clutching her stomach. She doubled over onto the floor and starting screaming. I was puzzled. Was this an act? Was she really sick?
"Don"t, Polly!" Marissa yelled, scolding.
"Polly, you know what you"re doing. You are only making it worse for yourself," Sherry said softly and kneeled in front of Polly, though I"m not sure Polly heard her.
"Don"t listen to them, Polly!" Piper yelled over the screeching. "You keep your secrets. It"s the only thing they can"t take from you on this G.o.d forsaken hateful planet!"
"Shut up, Piper!" Marissa yelled and kneeled down with Sherry. "Polly, stop fighting it. It won"t hurt if you don"t fight it."
"Polly. You"re gonna hurt yourself," Sherry said and reached out to help Polly sit up.
Polly swung her foot up so quickly I barely saw it before it was too late but not for Merrick. He blurred over to her and caught Polly"s bare foot inches from Sherry"s face.
Sherry went wide eyed and exhaled then let Merrick pull her back into his lap, a safe distance away on the couch. He seemed reluctant to not be touching her anyway, like he needed a.s.surance.
"Polly." Marissa was back at it but Polly wasn"t giving up.
I was still puzzled as to what was going on. Then I heard Simon in my head. I looked up to see him standing at the edge of the commons room.
It"s the Muse"s Wrath. It"s compulsion. She can make you do something or see something. She can even see things that haven"t happened yet but it"s pretty much haphazard visions. Unfortunately, not always useful. Anyway, if you fight the Muse"s Wrath it hurts, bad. If you just follow through with whatever task she"s given you, you"re fine. Looks like our friend here is fighting it.
I nodded a thank you for the explanation and he turned, apparently having seen enough. I kinda missed Simon. Hadn"t really had the chance much to talk to him or spend much time with him since we"d been here.
He was a killer at chess. We"d play at the cabin sometimes when I got home from work. He claimed King Louis XIV of France had taught him, as he had been an avid chess player.
He"d told me all about his travels, he called them, his times that he came to earth. King Louis was the only real famous person he guarded. But I still thought that was pretty cool. He had spent nearly two months here with him, which Simon told me was almost unheard of for Keepers to do before all this business started with the Lighters being here.
I snap back to attention when Polly finally sits up and starts spouting all kinds of gibberish. Then she doubles over again and screams, writhing on her side on the floor.
The warm soft hand in mine squeezes. I look over and Lillian has her head turned and eyes closed. She doesn"t want to see this. It"s not pretty, I"ll grant her that.
"Hey." I wait for her to look up at me. "You don"t have to stay here. You"ve been through enough already. I can do this and you can go rest or grab a shower. I"ll check on you later."
She smiles sweetly. Then kisses me.
Yes, kisses me, in front of everyone.
I wonder if she"s doing me a favor, trying to dispel any lingering rumors that anyone may have about me and Sherry but the kiss is too quick. Too soft. A peck really. She"s not doing anything of the sort. Well, maybe a little, and I fell in love with her a tiny bit right there for it. She wanted to say that she wasn"t going anywhere, but thanks for caring about her.
She smiles up at me and I smile too. When I turn back to the drama I see that everyone saw. And everyone is puzzled. No one knew anything about this little development but Sherry, whom I glance at to see if she saw and get a sideways grin from her. I just grin too and let everyone think what they want to.
Polly sits up again and this time, her voice is strong and clear.
"My gift is visual compulsion. I made Merrick see a vision of Sherry and Cain. I made him relive that vision in his mind on a continuous loop as instructed by Piper. Usually, my compulsion last for multiple days, but Merrick"s only lasted two. Piper threatened me. Said if I didn"t do what she wanted she"d do something to me to make you make me leave. She said, you"d believe her because she was a Keeper. I didn"t want to be out there alone, so I did it."
Then she shook her head and breathed deep and looked ahead like she had no idea what to do or what she had done.
Everyone, once again, turned to look at Piper.
"Well," I said since everyone else was silent, "I say a good old fashion hangings in order."
Hunk Of Burning Love
Chapter 25 - The Taker.
The manor is just how I remember it, or how Crandle remembered it rather. It"s quant, though quiet large for a house in these parts and in this time.
In my day, all there was were mansions and castles. That or squat. You were somebody or you were n.o.body. You lived or you didn"t. I guess, compared to the mediocre surrounding to the manor, I"m living.
They know I"m the old me. At least I think they comprehend. It"s so tiresome, dealing with the Lighters minds. Blind obedience and ignorance. Not much else. Not like humans, at least they think. Humans can process requests and commands and not have to be told, slowly and word for word what the instructions are. And G.o.d forbid something go wrong. The Lighters have no idea what to do but pummel whatever is nearest to them.
In my day as a human I was practically a G.o.d. I was the kings nephew when the Lighters invaded England. Back then it wasn"t world domination on the agenda. It was just kingdoms. One at a time.
Some say I was spoiled, but I call it pampered. There is a difference. I lived in the castle, with the king. I wasn"t his heir or anything but may as well have been. The king"s son, my cousin, was a pompous idiot who took longer to get ready for anything than the queen herself did.
He was prissy and whiny and so shiny. He had more metal on his person than the Royal Guard. Hat buckles, belt buckles, shoe buckles, cufflinks, rings, dainty charm bracelets. Anything that brat could get made of silver, he did. It was embarra.s.sing to be in his presence when the sun was shining. He reflected light like a lighthouse.
The king loved me and I, well...didn"t love him but was happy where I was. I had no intentions of doing anything but being important. And it so worked for me. I had girls a plenty, sometimes two at once every night and at every event, I was the prize catch to go home with. Or upstairs I should say, as all worthy b.a.l.l.s were held at the castle itself.
Many a girl lost her precious virtue to my charms. It was almost comical how easy it was to slip past those laced up knickers that they claimed were welded so tightly shut until a ring was placed on a certain finger.
Ha! Not for me!
I had no intentions of marrying, though I could have held on to my game. I just wasn"t interested. Then I died in a freak buggy accident and was absorbed by a Lighter trying to enter my body and take it over. I remember the darkness, the horrible pain of my life leaving my body as I floated, but I was stronger. I wouldn"t give up and I won. I remember the feeling of being invaded by others, more than one. I suddenly knew and understood everything.
The Taker can only come into the world when someone worthy and strong enough to handle him can be embodied. I was the Taker for a few years, I lost track. Those were the best years of my life. Then, some fool got a stroke of luck and was able to set the castle on fire while I slept. I didn"t make it and I remember, as I sat in the corner and burned, knowing I was dying and the fun was over, how truly p.i.s.sed I was. Dead forever this time, at eighteen.
And now, here we are, 21st century and America. What a dreary and ugly place. No rolling hills, no houses worthy of mention, no courts or b.a.l.l.s or bath houses. Nothing of amus.e.m.e.nt. I blow out an exasperated breath and let my forehead rest against the cool window pane of the sitting room, let the memories of the Takers after and before me settle in. Let us see what these times might have to offer me.
I head into the master bedroom and look around. The clothes in the closet as well as the ones on my body are disgusting. Not just dirty but in fashion as well.
After I shower and put on some equally unfashionable attire from the closet, which I recognize now, everything is becoming clearer the more I relax and let the memories come in.
I head downstairs to find my service men lined up in the den. Waiting for me to address them. Waiting for the new course of action. I immediately begin to lay down the law. Letting them know I am no piddly Taker. I am the Taker.
"Out of my way fool," I say to the one idiot half way blocking the doorway, though I had plenty of room to get through. He scrambles with apologies but I slap him across the face. Everyone stills. "I don"t want your sorry"s. I want your obedience. A simple "yes sir" will do."
"Yes sir."
"Good. Now." I turn to address the majority of them. "I am Malachi. I am your Taker and as far as you are concerned, there is no other. No past, no future, just me, here and now. I am back and I plan to stay. I know Crandle was very much interested in this human girl. This Sherry. I admire him, the man had taste. However, my plans do not include her unless she is to be my lunch or playmate. My plan is not to eliminate the humans. What purpose would that serve? My plan is to enslave them. They will work for us, do our bidding, become our brothers until every last Lighter has been given a new body and to feed and entertain me. Other than that, they are not to be destroyed and needlessly killed. Is that understood?"
"Yes sir," a chorus rang out.
"Good. Now don"t get me wrong. I am not a human sympathizer. I don"t want them killed because they are of use to me. You don"t throw perfectly good...what are they called? Batteries? Yes, that"s it. You wouldn"t throw perfectly good batteries away now would you? No. And we won"t throw perfectly good humans away either. Only the ones who, after heavy persuasion, can"t be swayed will be eliminated. Now go. You know your jobs. We"ll meet with the enforcers tomorrow evening to hash out a further course of action."
"Yes sir."
As they walked out, I grabbed a particularly tall one.
"You. Where are the girls?"
"Excuse me, sir?"
"The ladies. The wh.o.r.es. The followers who want nothing more than to bang the Taker," I explained and watch him scramble.
"Uh...I"m-,"
"Crandle didn"t have ladies for his pleasure?" I explained more slowly so he can understand.
He squinted and shook his head until...Light bulb!
"No, sir. He spent most of his efforts to find the human girl, Sherry."
"What a waste. And a disgrace. Then again, maybe I should meet this Sherry after all and see if she"s worth all the trouble. Ok. You get me girls, now. At least three and they better be young and hot." I couldn"t help it. I rubbed my hands together in antic.i.p.ation. "It"s been a b.l.o.o.d.y long time. And I"m ready to play."
Restoration
Chapter 26 - Sherry.
Polly and Piper were both taken down to their rooms and told to stay put. To emphasize that order we put someone there to watch the doors, as their rooms were across the hall from each other. Miguel was the first to pull watch duty, though he had no idea why. Most people didn"t know what had happened and I was glad to keep it that way.