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Chapter Thirty Three~ The Other Face of the Mirror |
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I laid Rhyns in on the bed. From the looks of him he might take a long while to adjust to his new life. I almost wish that Hyiru had left him as a finite.
I haven’t heard of many finites actually surviving the transition. Even with good support such as that of Uri and Laosie, the twin god and goddess of kindred spirit and kindness.
I sighed and fell back against the wall for support. I shook out my hair and brushed a hand through it.
This guy is going to be the end of me.
“You really should just kill him.”
I whipped around, snarling.
“Lariel!” I hissed, my balled fists igniting.
“What?” He tried to fake innocents. “It’s just that you know the odds. 70% chance he’ll lose his mind and be broken again, 18% chance he’ll commit suicide and die, 1.999% chance he’ll be killed by the overwhelming power, and only. 0.001% chance he’ll survive and be just fine, perhaps. After all nobody has yet to successfully undergo the transition.” Lariel said shrugging and sighing heavily.
I sighed and fell back against the wall again. My hands fell cold as I tucked them against my sides.
I hate to admit he’s right, but he is.
“I know, I know, you’ll wait until he breaks, right?” Lariel rolled his eyes and shakes his head at me.
“If Lady Lucky has any more favor for him she will grant him favor in this too.”
Lariel looked at me like I was speaking Swahili to him.
Finally he recomposes himself and blows out a frustrated sigh, shaking his head at me again.
He walks over to me, taking me by the shoulders. His intense blue eyes lock with my deadened orbs.
“You can’t continue to pin all your hopes on this speck of light. He will only be here for a mere moment.” He said, roughly shaking me. “While you!” He steps back, motioning with his hands. “You will live on forever! You have so much more to live for!”
“I don’t want to live for so much more. I want to live now, not ten years from now, not a thousand years from now and most certainly not an eon from now.” I retorted, snapping a little at him.
He’s so self-centered and self focused, he truly doesn’t understand others. However I doubt he even cares what others think, even what they think about him. He only cares what he thinks.
Lariel heaved yet another sigh and leaned is so our foreheads met. His icy blue eyes were dull with frustration.
“Fine, brother. Suffer needlessly.” He said coolly, leaning back.
He brushed back a few straying pieces of blond hair and vanished like smoke, his body distorting and fading up into the sky.
I groaned and slumped against the wall, holding my head.
He can be such a contradiction. I want to make him the enemy but he is not. I am the sole focused of his vanity and pride.
I am his brother.
His formerly finite brother.
He is not an ascended, he’s half infinite, or at least he was. But I was a finite and I have made the ascension so Rhyns can too.
I sighed and looked at the clock on the wall. 6:34pm. I’ll be late to work.
I stood and kissed Rhyns on the forehead before heading out.
The walk was always so boring but today it felt lonely too. I looked back over my shoulder at the tall building Rhyns was laying within.
I turned back only to connect with something fairly solid. I jerked back as the object started to fall away.
I reached out and caught the fleshy object by the midsection.
“Whoa!” They cried, sounding more than a little amused.
I looked up into my own face.
I gasped slightly as I looked at the person I’d just. The same pitch black hair on the same pale ivory skin. The only thing different was his gray eyes.
“Whoa indeed.” I whispered loudly.
He stared back, just as stunned as I.
We tilted our heads at the same time and began to circle. My eyes narrowed on his flashy red jacket and dark under shirt. He had some sort of designation symbol on his jacket.
I take his jacket, bending it so the pin lay flat. I hold him against his struggling as I examine the pin.
It was the space brigade pin. I had forgotten the immense cultural mixture that I was immersed in since these finites had long since connected.
“You are a space farer.” I murmured, rubbing my thumb across the silver crescent shaped pin.
“Oh!” He suddenly drops his hands from shoulders and face to his sides. “Yeah, I am.” He says.
“I know. I was merely stating the obvious.” I said and started away.
He took me by the elbow, spinning me around.
“Hey! That is very rude!” He scolded, his gray eyes burning with fiery anger.
“My pardon.” I said stiffly and turned back around.
However once again he spun me about.
“I am very late, sir! I must be on my way!” I hiss at him, my eyes matching his intensity.
He shrank away from glare, holding up his hands non-threateningly.
“S-sorry…” He mumbled, adverting his gaze.
I spun on my heels and started off again, walking briskly to work.
I slid into the back door, rolling my eyes Lady Marissa started in on her speech about promptness and lack of respect for the establishment, except she didn’t know such complex words.
“You are so late you stupid man! I’ll bet you’d be late to your won funeral! Have you any idea how hard it is to get a job here? Mr. Don isn’t gonna be happy that you’re late every day!” She ranted, shaking her fists and head in a temp tantrum manner.
“Let me know why any other Pyro Kinetics user applies for a job here.” I muttered and quickly pulled on the ridiculous outfit Lord Don named a company uniform.
However I fail to see any body else waltzing in wearing spandex, and Lass Yomiko doesn’t count, she doesn’t work here.
I sighed and slid my hands down my thin sides. My shirt was so tight any one paying close enough attention to me could count all my ribs. But at least it was black. I’d be throwing silent but deadly thoughts Lord Don’s way if I had been given a bright coloured ‘uniform’. The skintight black pants had a train of snapping beads and cloth that looked like flames when I spun about and the streamers from my arms and neck also mirrored my flames.
I snapped my fingers, warming the tips with tiny bubbled of fire.
I step out onto the raised platform, staring at the thick black curtains they recently installed.
“And now I give you! Pyros, Lord of the Flames!” Lord Don announced.
A roar of cheers erupted at the curtains slid back. The uniform sea of faces stared at me as the lights dimmed to an eerie red.
Blackened fog poured from the stage and a loud clang of a gone sounded. Once, soft murmurs. Twice, utter silence, Trice, I began.
I don’t create the dance; it has been within me since the beginning of time. I just let it take hold.
I feel the warmth spread up my arms and the brilliant flames fanning out behind me like gigantic wings. I spin, faster, faster, and faster until I’m a blur of black, red and orange. I stop on a dime, throwing out swirling orbs of fire.
My feverish dance continues for many more minutes but I’m hardly aware of it. When I’m done the curtains slide back and fall to my knees.
I pour every once of my worry and strength into those dances. I dance away my fears and anxiety, pushing out everything that cripples my soul.
I felt a hand fall on my shoulder. It’s weird, new… a new soul has touched my life.
I turn to see that stranger from earlier.
“Your dance, it was amazing.” He whispered, nodding at me.
His shoulder length hair fell swished around as he scanned the area before dashing away.
I stared after him, more than slightly confused. A cursing Marissa snapped me from my puzzlement.
“Damn it! ********! Bloody hell!” She let out her absolutely wonderful vocabulary. “Gad Damn it! Anako have you seen some guy around here!? He looks like you, his name is Ray. That ******** sleaze. He’s sneaky around here again! I bet that a*****e is trying to get free food or something!” She spat, stomping across the stage.
“You do realize that there is only a thin curtain separating us from the rest of the restaurant don’t you?” I asked coolly.
I’d guess that from the way her face dell that meant no.
In a blink of an eye she was gone. Then Lord Don came roaring up the stage steps.
“Where’d that lass run off to?” He asked in a hushed growl.
I glanced at the wrist watch I ‘borrowed’ from that man earlier.
“She was here .34 nanoseconds ago, then she ran that way at about 115meter per second. Good luck catching her.” I stated dryly and stood up shakily.
He blew out a sigh and put his meaty hands on his thick sides. He frowned at the exit then turned back to me with a wry smile.
“Next time yee see her, boy… Torch her.” He sniggered and clapped a massive hand on my shoulder. “And if yee see that twin o’ yours, give ‘im a pat o’ the back.” He chortled and thudded off.
I shrugged and gave a slight laugh at the unusual characters I had surrounded myself with if. Even Lariel is one I wouldn’t trade away.
 Ray the Good Soldier · Tue Nov 13, 2007 @ 01:15am · 0 Comments |
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