Part 2 Chapter 48
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Ghost readers I'm looking at you!
I rubbed my wrists were the rope had dug into my wrist. Henry stood a ways away untangling Nessie's delicate wing from that same rope that had been shot at us .
My attention wondered to the strange room around me.
The place was lit up by lights on large metal poles, that reflected brightly off the silver wall.
There were tents with tan canvas roofs and tanks parked all over, and in the center of all this was two black tubes, which tall beams of lights were emanating from.
In front of the entrance to the door stood and off looking square object that had to be ten feet tall and ten feet wide guarded by two men in brown and green splotched clothing, and they each held very large guns.
I got a very strange feeling from the black box.
Above us, at least fifteen or so soulless people seemed to be glued to the fencing above us.
It was at that moment I noticed that most of the soulless people seemed to be hooked to the fencing by metal rings.
Some had only one on some part of their body , while others had an upwards of three.
The metal rings where attached to arms, legs, and it was hard to tell from so far away, but it seemed like necks too were cuffed to the fence.
Abruptly, I heard a pop. And a speedy ball of metal was flying towards one of the soulless. The ball made contact with its leg, and all the sudden it's leg was pinned to the fence.
I felt a shadow leaning over me and I looked up to see that Alyzzea was now standing over me. Behind her, the other Fifth Element users were climbing out of the tank.
"So you dropped our only way of communication?
" she asked me, her face a stone mask of unreadable emotion.
Her curly black hair had been pulled in a loose bun on the top of her head, and it wobbled with every word she spook.
"And you did so after both insisted on going on the dragon, and not safely in the tank with us? "
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"The two-way radio was my fault. It was an accident. I was trying to grab the three-black-box--"
"Two way radio," she corrected me.
"Okay two way radio, but he wouldn't give it to me, so I went to lean over and grab it, and it kind of slipped out of my hand."
"What are you two? Children? Do you realize how close you came to being shot!? If you had it with you, you would have known you were supposed to enter through a separate entrance above that there were going to clear for you to go through. If you had your radio, you would have known this."
"Well you should have given us more than one communication device if it was that important!"
"Obviously the radio was, or else I would of handed it to you and not you companion," she fired back.
Okay ouch.
"I am afraid this incident is a sign pointing to the fact that you are an incapable person, and no bloodline could fix incompetence. I can't having an incapable person doing the most complicated version of an already complicated ceremony. Use our sacrifices instead of the artificial ones.
"I felt my face heat up in anger," I dropped something by accident, okay? This has nothing to do with how capable of a necromancer I am. I told you before, that I refuse to sacrifice another human being, and I stand by it!"
"Fine, but make sure your soul lingers when you fail and kill yourself.
That way you can see the rest of us scrambling to find enough sacrifices before this casting becomes undoable.
Now wait here while we prepare for the ceremony.
" And with that she stormed away and towards the group of her followers. One of them had a clay jar in his hand.
I watched her and the others, while they removed chalk from it. They seemed to have a brief conversation, before they dispersed. Each person knelt down on the concrete and began to drawl strange symbols on ever inch of available ground.
A stray curl fluttered across my face and I swatted if away, only for it to float back to my face.
Annoyed I swatted it away and that's when I notice something sort of odd.
I hadn't noticed it before but there seemed to be a little wind pulling at my dress.
I let my eyes dance around the place and saw that the fabric of the tents were being pulled by a subtle wind too, and the closer they were to the box, the harder the wind seemed to be pulling on them. "
"So, you've noticed it too?" Henry asked and I looked to see that he had finished untangling Nessie's wings. Now it looked like Nessie had curled up for another nap.
"Notice what?" I asked. I wanted to make sure he and I were talking about the same thing.
"That all the air seems to be sucked into that box. I bet it's a portal in that container they have over their."
I nodded " That would explain why they're here." I pointed above our heads to the soulless people. "Purgatory can also be accessed through the portal. They must sense it and are trying to get in, because their souls are trapped in purgatory along with an all you can eat soul buffet."
"Okay so after we finish this up, we are making a break for the portal. That's the plan. We need to get you back as soon as possible."
"But we have to get Deception first..."
Henry shook his head, "We aren't going to like it, but we have to get back as soon as we can, we can't afford the risk and time it would take to go get him. You and Santana need to close the portal before anything else can go wrong!
"But that's so hard!!!" a monotone voice wined loudly in response to a different conversation that was not our own. Henry and I both jerked up our heads in the direction of the voice.
Alyzzea had her arms crossed, the piece of chalk was still in her hand. In front of her was Arnold perched on the shoulder of his clay doll like usual.
"Didn't someone tell you it would have to be able to love?" Alyzzea asked, her voice smoothed and measured.
"Henry just said it would need to have emotions, this is so hard to make THAT emotion. I don't like when things are hard."
"Yeah probably because nothing has ever been hard for him in his life," Henry grumbled under his breath, before his electric blue eyes focused back on me and he raised his pointer finger and gave me a hard tap in the center of my chest.
"We'll talk about this later."
He began to move towards Arnold and Alyzzea.
"No, we aren't talking about this later! I'm not leaving my dragon, that's not up for discussion!" I yelled at the back of his head, but he didn't stop to turn around to acknowledge me.
Angry, I began to chase after him. I WAS going to make him aware that he couldn't just ignore me ...as soon as he dealt with what was wrong with Arnold, because I kind of didn't want to sacrifice someone. I slowed my steps so I was trailing behind him.
"What's the problem?" Henry asked Arnold.
I caught up to him right as he asked this, and stood right behind him. He wasn't looking in my direction, but by the way he didn't let his head turn even the slightest in my direction, I knew he knew I was there.
"Your Seventh element user is refusesing to make the false higher being, because it has to be able to love." Alyzzea replied dryly.
"Go back to your drawing, I'll handle him," he replied, nodding at her.
Alyzzea reached behind herself and produced a two way radio from behind her back. She brought it to her lips and leaned into it, "Prepare transportation for the other sacrifices, things aren't looking so good," she said into it, before gliding away to continue drawing symbols with chalk.
"What's the problem?" Henry asked.
Arnold crossed his arm and turned away from Henry, "I'm not having fun anymore, that's the problem."
"And why is that?" Henry asked, but his tone said he didn't really care about the answer.
Arnold turned back, "Because love things aren't fun!"
"What if I told you that Violet is going to kill it?"
Arnold began slapping the clay doll on the side of the head with his open palm, "Put me down," he said and the doll knelt down on the ground and Arnold quickly got off him. He smiled at Henry, "You just had to tell me she was going to kill it, that's fun!"
" Of course that's all I had to do, creep."
Arnold placed his hands on the ground.
"Tell Violet to turn around," he said abruptly.
"Why?" Henry and I both asked at the same time.
"Because, I want it to be a surprise what I make for her to kill! Even though I no longer feel like our future child is inside of her, I still like her."
Henry looked over his shoulder at me.
I looked from him to Arnold and shook my head. "I think I'm good, after 417 years I can safely say any surprises I receive, suck. I rather be able to see what you are doing."
"Is she turning around? I'll wait until she turns around."
Henry, still looking at me, nodded.
I mouthed a couple of bad words, before I spun around, only see that the man dressed in the ugly green with the rainbow pin walking towards us.
He stopped abruptly, his eyes fixated on my direction, a look of poorly concealed shock on his face. I scowled at him, why was he looking at me like that?
But a second later, I realized he wasn't looking at me, he was looking at what was behind me. I turned around and what I saw made me want to cry and throw up at the same time.
I really did hate surprises.