Chapter 7 - Differences in thought...

Thought and disorder. Things that correspond with one another. One is lost, another is found, and when one is found, another is lost. One can lose themselves in the dimensions of their own mind, the people who do not exists when thinking of another. A mind on its own has corridors, twists and turns. A mind can be so complex, and yet so simple. One can hardly realize the patterns and steps that happen with in split seconds for simple, everyday, tasks. The thought of many, and the work of one, through which the world around us is composed of. When we change, our view, and the world around us becomes different. Without thought you are no longer who you are. See the world through pain, yet feel it through love. No being can see life through one scope. We must be different even from ourselves in order to find ourselves the same. To see one, lose the other, to lose one, see the other. Suffering and Pain. Misery and torment. Love and Peace. All the same, yet different. To see the monster within, a manifestation spawned from ourselves. As the road ends, all the work to get there was meaningless, if you were better off from where you started. An open can see, but a closed cannot. Madman! The same, the difference, all irrelevant. Though, think, thinking, thunk, thank.... Chapter 7: Differences in thought... The rain crashes hard on the wet stone and the place wreaked of fresh blood. All that is what he could see for the time being. His eyes glared against light with no regard to it in his eyes what so ever. His pupils had nearly faded, and his face stood still as if made of wax. His heart was as cold as stone, and his hands were drenched in rain and blood. He looked up to the door, to see if his master was pleased, as he handed the key hole of Diamond from Antarctica, the Gold key hole from Africa, the Jade key hole of Asia, and the Silver key hole from Europe. Jagvu's faces, although disgustingly pleased at the blood bath before him, looked to what was once Charlie in disappointment. He looked to the body of a young women on the ground, who was a casualty in obtaining the Key hole in Spain. The body was completely ripped open, and blood oozed even from her eyes. A gaping hole was in her stomach, and there was no sign of struggle at all. Jagvu looked again, and said once more, "Without any resistance, obtaining these key holes," he paused and looked at the mindless Charlie again, "is just to easy." A struggling cry stayed silent, behind the door of the room. A young, frightened little girl, looked at the body of her dead mother, and vicious face of her killer. Vicious wasn't even the word to describe this kind of evil, this evil over his mind seemed pure, almost inhuman in every way. She hid behind the Spanish style door. She couldn't understand a word that was being spoken between the shady figures in the room on the other side. She only remembered her mother's words, "Vivas me Nia," as she held back her tears and hid behind the door. "Por que? Por que," she stuttered, and looked out the crack of the door again, "por que me madre, por que yo?" She would have continued asking herself why her mother and why her, but an eye stuck itself through the crack in the door. She tipped on her toes, as Charlie's empty eyes looked around the area, inspecting for any intruders. The eye meet with the girl, and her eyes began to water, for she knew she was dead. For one moment, though, a pupil was in the eye, when it saw the innocence of the girl, and so to the mindless, she wasn't there. Charlie closed the door, leaving a dark stain of blood on the knob. He looked to his master, and honestly, the part of him that was held back by the beeping collar on his neck had held back the sight of the girl. He looked to his master, his chain continued being bleak, colorless. He, in an empty, powerless voice, "Master, there are no survivors left, and so we should leave in search of the final pieces." He looked to Jagvu, awaiting an answer, but Jagvu only grumbled. Charlie remained silent, and Jagvu whispered to his underling, "He is becoming very powerful, but soon he will be a suitable sacrifice, I am most certain." Jagvu looked to Charlie, "Burn the house down, it severs no purpose now." Charlie look at him, and for a moment, his chain glowed purple, even over the red glow of the collar. The light backed down, far before Jagvu noticed. Charlie was fighting inside, and he was losing. He turned forward and followed his master. His faint eyes took one final look at the house. It was well decorated, a rather large house with twelve rooms. The two levels in the house all had rich forms of Spanish art and craftsmanship. The doors to each room where well carved, each with a painting of one of the twelve Disciples. The rims of the doors were incrusted with gold leaf, and delicate angel carvings, beautiful beyond description. In each room, delicate, detail, far too many to describe, from the order of the furniture to the positioning of the religious icons. There was gold, there was jewelry, as they went from the second level to the exit, Charlie got a candle and set fire to the tip, then lagged behind his group, and put the candle under a chair. A small side of Charlie wanted to stay, and watch the fire, so destructive and fierce, burn the house down, but deep in his subconscious, he worried for the little girl. The collar took control once more, and he exited through the door, with his master, as the people around began screaming when they saw smoke and smelled fire. The group went into a dark ally, and then Charlie had to teleport them away, to the last key hole. Back in the house, the little girl was also aware of the blaze that now trapped her in the room. She slammed, she banged, but Charlie had accidentally locked the door when he shut it. She had looked around, she was almost certain she was going to die, regardless of her age, she knew this death was inevitable. She slammed the door once more, and an evil far beyond her understanding had begun to build inside her. She rammed the door, and for just an eight year old girl, she managed to break the knob. She pushed the door open, only to find that the fire was now entering her room as well. Everything, from the doors, to the beds, were being blazed by fire. The girl saw only one way to live, jump out the window to the ground two floors beneath her. She looked at the blood stained door knob, one side sparkling like the gold it is, the other drenched in blood, and quickly decided to keep it. She broke the glass and jumped out the window, right before the fire engulfed her in four sides. As time slowed down before her, she believed she would die once she hit the ground. In the flash of a second, a erie, evil voice, called to the girl, almost as if, someone, or something, was holding her from falling. *" You want to live, do you not, little girl?" The voice remarked. The girl looked to the ground below her, and shouted, "Yes, yes, I want to live, to, for..." "For you mother?" the voice cunningly remarked, "Or is that not all you want, is it?" The girl began to cry. "The guy, the killer, the I want..." "Revenge, is what your little heart desires?" The voice sounded pleased when it said this. "Who, who, what, are you?" The girl stuttered. "It does not matter who I am, little girl, but what I can get you, what I can offer," the voice continued, "you want power, to give revenge, I can give you live, but there is a price..." "Name it!?" the girl screamed. "Now, now, don't be so hasty, all I want is for you to swear you utter servitude to me." "Why," the girl asked. The voice began to sound disappointed, "Perhaps you are not ready, you are quite young, I'll spare your live, for now, but, only say the word, and I will give you the power to get what you want..." *For this moment, Spanish, for the reader, is English. "How will I contact you?" The girl looked and realized she was slowly being dropped to the ground. "Don't worry, when the time is right, I will come to you... hum hum..." The girl looked, and time continued once more. The flame burned her house, and she ran, with no clue where she was going, she ran, with her hand grasping the doorknob, the blood began to dry on her hand. She ran into the dark allies, crying, as if there was no hope for her. She wanted to be strong, but she wanted to cry, she wanted to live on. She may have not realized it, but evil was consuming her heart. The rain drenched her, and her face was feeling salty. Her green eyes and her red hair were getting completely wet. She didn't care, she couldn't even understand. Miles away, in a deep part of the Australian desert, the frozen bodies of Unia and Janie were melting, not entirely, but slowly. Its been days since they have been there, after the incident. The ice was melting, and soon it would be weak enough to break. The blazing sun was tearing away at the ice, and a large pool of water was forming around them. Even while frozen, the detail of the distress on their faces was perfectly preserved. They, after a few hours, were fully out of the ice, still shivering from the cold. They walked out from the desert, hoping to find the Key Hole of Australia, but they were afraid of how long they were in Ice. Their other key Holes were with Cyro, but they feared for what might have happened to him. He should have found them already. Unia kept trying to communicate with him, but where his mind was, there was only blank. Janie, worried plenty, for Charlie. She knew, that deep inside, she cared far too much for him. Although it was obvious Charlie wasn't dead, they both feared something terribly wrong with Charlie was going on. They though back, to the collars on all the monster necks, and the flute. Then, they put two and two together, and understood that they had some form of mind control. The desert was a living heat stroke. They were to weak to fly, to weary to teleport. They were certainly immortal, but even they had their limits. They could be walking for centuries until they come upon nutrients to gain their energy. If fate wasn't ironic enough, they had walked miles before they realized the ice could have been drunk or eaten. The heat must have been messing around with their common sense. They had left bitter cold only instances from their memory, into a desolate, hot, wasteland. "Damn, why does it always seem that fate is against us." Unia looked to her daughter, in a hopeful jest. "Hum, you hardly ever curse, even such a small word, and I have known you for YEARS..." Janie was so frustrated, she could hardly understand what she herself was saying. "Sorry, I hardly ever do, but I am so weak, and so hot..." "Its alright, we'll make it," was here cocky reply "you probably are worried about Charlie, though?" "Yeah," was about her only reply in an empty stare, "but, we'll find him, no matter what stands in our way..." They were too tiered for words, all they needed was water. Out of all the rivers they knew, it seems every turn they took lead them the exact opposite way. They walked for miles, upon miles, upon miles. It seemed that Janie was more of a potty mouth then she made herself out to be, for when ever she had the strength, she would do so. Somewhere, lost, in a deep, deep part of the desert, they came up upon an oasis. They had taken their share of water, and even ate what was edible. They, then realized they were at the foot of the next key hole. It was in vain, though, for they needed Charlie, they Key, to open the hole itself. If fate were not more cruel, once they were fit for fighting, Charlie and his master had finally arrived. For although teleportation was fast and easy, the evil crew seemed to enjoy a bit of torture and death of the innocent before they took what they wanted. Unia and Janie were glad to see Charlie, but they understood they were in for a fight. The one playing the flute, controlling Charlie, revealed herself out of her cape. She was in black leather, she had black hair, brown eyes, she was tall, elegant, yet mysterious in a way. She work black sun glasses, but here eyes were easily seen. She, elegantly yet joyfully, had played the flute, loud and hard, far different from what they have hard before. "You see," said Prime Jagvu, "to control more intelligent creatures, more complicated melodies must be played." Janie and Unia quivered at the site, Charlie under his control, but never really stopped to look at Jagvu's features. He appeared almost human, as an old, 50 year man. He wore a hat, which looked like something out of a cult. It appeared like a dark priest's wardrobe. He was inhumanly muscular, and he wore black robes. His face looked very pale, as if he had never seen light, and his eyes had no real pupils, except one small silver spot on each one. They then began to ask themselves questions, like, who he was, where did he come from, and what is going on in the time flux? There was no time for such questions, the woman now played a another tune, and the sand around them began to form spiders, six large, sand spiders, wearing collars. Jagvu had no intention of making Charlie fight but instead make the spiders do the dirty work. Unia and Janie got into stance, and were ready to fight. The spiders jumped, they attacked and stung with scolding sand. Unia tried physic blasts, and Janie tried fast and physical moves, but nothing seemed to hurt the spiders. They, decided, for one, to take a different approach. Unia took a hit from one of the Spider's sand blasts. Janie made a fast but swift move, and with one karate chop, the spider was released from control, and dug itself back as part of the sand. By destroying the collars, the spiders, and apparently anything else under control, would return to its original state. Unia and Janie used combinations, jumps, kicks, dodges, and with in minutes, the spiders were gone, but so was the flute playing woman.Unia and Janie raced to the inside of the temple. They avoided booby traps, and dealt with more sand spiders. They reached a main room, and flew up the stairs as fast they could. Charlie was about to open the door to the key hole with his chain, until Janie and Unia charged in ready to attack."I know your in there," Janie stuttered, "but for now, your on the other side." She charged, and gave a full blow to the collar, without even giving a scratch. Charlie, in an emotionless way, grabbed her by the leg and flung her to a wall. Janie looked into Charlie's eyes, and saw no fear, no hope. The stone around her was crumbling to pieces, and place wreaked of insect. Charlie, once more, blinked, with those cold, empty eyes. Janie had felt Charlie's hands when he flung her, they were cold, yet dry and ashy. Jagvu seemed to congratulate himself for a job well done, for his plan was falling perfectly. "You like," said Prime Jagvu, "it reinforced and nearly indestructible..." A small moment of silence fell upon them, and Charlie stayed motionless, waiting for command or attack. Charlie, the one locked away by the chain, was somewhere in this cold, killer, a person who can't kill the innocent. For a few moments, Janie feared Charlie might be gone. "Mom..." said Janie and she got back up from the wall. "Yes," was Unia's quick remark, as she entered fighting stance. Janie, brought her hand to a fist, "This isn't going to be easy..."

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