Chapter 20- Dearly Beloved, A Brief Hysteria.
Shallow water. It's too shallow. Purple hair whooshed around in clear water. A bandaid washed away, and as the oracle removed her face from the shallow pool, she watched it wash away with one eye while the other hid behind dripping hair. "Why do you hide from me, Choir boy?" She was not allowed to know. Of all things! Why could she not have one? For her curse, she only asked for one thing. It was not meant to be hers. A head of long red hair. Deeply tanned skin, rippling abs. Long, dark wings, feathers of which she collected after his dissapearance. Intense hazel eyes. Hers for a short time. But not any longer. This, she decided, will ruin me.
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Bait lay like Snow White in a glass cass, locked in a slumber with wings folded over exposed bosoms. Spinkled with rose petals, she looked like a meal fit for a cannibal. Farouse, atleast not to his knowledge, wasn't such. He kicked the case, but then sat on it. Comfortable, durable. It had been a long trip to take her with him, but it'd be worth it. He couldn't go ahead and get himself killed by Amon, and it appeared the dead fool was blindly in love, which was perfectly fine. A perfect advantage. To blind his focus, it was a fair plan. With Amon distracted by the virgin mary, he had a chance to take down the crow. And bam! End of story, and hopefully a little prize from the ever so frightful boss. What ever could he do with that kind of acceptance? The respect, the women...Ah, yes, don't skip ahead of yourself, Farouse. Wouldn't want to be caught off guard. His hands glowed, and he hopped off the case and slammed his hands down on it. The glass broke, and Desiree's eyes shot open. "Good morning, Mary. How have you been sleeping?" Farouse grinned.
Desiree got up, but found herself fairly unstable and had a hard time with balance. She imagined this was what a hangover felt like, but she had never been much of a drinker. She rubbed her eyes, and took on a brave front. "Get away from me, creep!" The fire in her eyes made Farouse grin widly. She hid her exposed body with her wings, the wings Amon awarded her. She sensed him nearby, which made her more relaxed. He held his hand out, and she felt gravity pull her inward to him. He took a strong rope, and tied her up by her wings to a tree. She felt the painful pull at her wings, and the cold air arouse goosebumps on her vulnerable flesh.
Amon had picked up a steel scrap on the way, and Carmen had been sharpening her arrows. She thought she'd operate in the distance, catching the enemy offguard if Amon was about to get attacked. Sill and Zeke wanted to lend a hand as well. Sill enhanced his perception, which would give him an almost oracle-like sense of existance in battle. He'd get a feeling before an attack, and how obvious it was depended on how bad the attack would be. Zeke enhanced Amon's force, so all his anger and rage could be focused better. It seemed like a perfect setup. Amon didn't compliment it or downgrade it. He just said, "Okay." with a look of darkness in his eyes. Zane flew overhead, and cawed when he saw Farouse and Desiree. Amon's eyes widened. "WHAT?!" he shouted, and ran ahead, Carmen, Sill and Zeke followed. "Farouse has Desiree..." Carmen said softly, and looked up at Zane. "Don't get too close!" She said to him, piecing together that he'd be vulnerable. Zane landed in a tree, and watched carefully.
Amon and Farouse stood face to face. "Have you been crying? Your make-up is running." Farouse spat. Amon grabbed him, and drove him into the ground. He began to punch him over and over again, relentlessly as his knuckles became bloody. With her hands tied back and her ankles closed together, Desiree concealed a scream, not wanting to distract Amon. Zane flew over and began pecking at the rope that held her wings. Farouse decked Amon in the face, and while Amon recovered, he held his hand out, and the blue glow lifted Zane away from the rope and sent him flying. Amon drove his fist into Farouse's chest to conceal the pain. Zane rolled over, and slowly lifted himself up, stretching his wings halfway before retracting them from the pain. Farouse threw Amon off of him, and held his hand out to throw Zane again. One more shot was all it would take.
Suddenly an arrow went through his palm. Straight through, and nearly hit Desiree afterwards. Carmen bit her lower lip. She'd apologize later. Farouse cursed, grasping his hand trying to stop the pain. "Little bitch!" He shouted, and went for Carmen. Until Amon rammed the steel scrap through Farouse's back. Desiree's eyes became wide when she saw. Farouse saw the blood metal sricking out of his stomach, and grabbed it, and pulled it out. He gritted his teeth and held in his pain. He brought it back to hit Amon in the head with, but Amon caught it and rammed it backwards, where it hit Farouse in the chest and sent him back. He wiped his face, smearing blood across his forehead. Carmen fired another arrow, and it found itself in Farouse's shoulder. He tore it out and threw it to the side. He went towards Amon, and lifted up the metal scrap, and scraped him across the chest. The cut was deep, and with Zane injured, it would take longer to heal. Amon grabbed it the second time it came for him, and tossed it away. He grabbed Farouse by the arm, and pushed it upwards, dislocating his shoulder. Farouse grasped his shoulder, and popped it back in with a painful cry. Carmen ran through and cut Desiree down. She helped her out of the area. Desiree and Carmen watched the battle with their fingers laced for luck. Farouse suddenly hit his knees. Amon stood over him. "You will not get away with it." Amon said darkly.
{To Be Continued...}
-Chapter twenty by Adrianna. ( www.xanga.com/sendmeallthesorrow )
