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If I Trust Enough

Chapter Three

How Soon is Now?

‘…’: (regular) thoughts

[…]: Thought (telepathy)

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The wide doors to the conference room swung open as Kirra walked in, eyes unadjusted and slightly downcast.  Taryn glanced towards her friend and gasped softly; the “radiation” coming of her was so intense Taryn was surprised that Roscoe, Kuanna, and Rolas`th could survive being in the same room as her.

[Kirra…what’s wrong!?] she heard Eagan ask Kirra, worried. Kirra lifted her eyes and Aira felt sickened; they were a very pale white, the color they always turned when she was preparing for a very trying use of Power.

[Nothing…] Kirra Thought back. Rolas`th cleared his throat and looked at her reproachfully.

Kirra slowly moved towards her place at the far side of the large oval table that ran down the center of the room. She sighed as she sat down, Roscoe and Rolas`th on either side of her. She stared blankly at the pearly white table top before shaking her head slightly and lifting her head to look at the Mortals with a grim smile on her face. “Please, have a seat,” her voice sounded tired and reluctant. Aira, Eagan and Taryn sat to the right of Roscoe while Kuanna sat to Rolas`th’s right.

Karl very deliberately sat down across from Kirra and stared her straight in the eye, pleading that it wasn’t as bad as her actions made it out to be. [So this is how soon “now” is…] she Thought—voice fighting with rage, self-hatred, sorrow, and yet also seemingly void of any feeling whatsoever—just loud enough for the Kamons around her to hear.

They all glanced at her slightly. Roscoe’s eyes went wide but he did not hesitate. [Do you-] Roscoe began before being cut off abruptly by the sight of a thin, red aura beginning to glow around her.

“Get them out of here.” He barked at Rolas`th as he swept up from his seat and tore towards the wall at the end of the room. When he got there he turned around to see that Aira and Taryn were arguing with Rolas`th that they should stay [Get OUT !] Roscoe yelled before prying away a hidden panel in the wall, punching in a pass code and then pulling the revealed small, black lever. He felt a pulse of Power, a slight hesitation, and then, with his heightened (both with his Karmianli and Kamon Powers), Roscoe heard the alarm go off in the capital city of Mirrizizan on the World Sirraz very far from the ignorant world Earth—the Mortal world they found themselves on now. He exhaled hard—head bowed and eyes closed— ‘I’ll hunt you down for doing this to her…’ he vowed before slowly turning around to face what was happening to the Queen of their race…

She was running, fast and hard up a narrow staircase; she was running from something close behind her. She felt its presence pounding all around her, beating down against the paper-thin railing of the stairs and on the midnight black walls of the ‘tower’ she assumed herself to be in. She felt a thick blanket of evil begin to take over her control of her Powers; it tugged at her Power, willing it to run rampant over the Worlds and wreak whatever havoc this evil wanted to see her bring about.

‘I will not fall…’

She felt the evil creature in pursuit of her catching up; the slightly rotting metal of the staircase creaked as it lunged for her. She reached out a hand in desperation and a rope of blue Power snaked around the higher railings that just barely held as she narrowly missed the creature’s jaws as they clamped on the stairs behind her.

‘They won’t catch me…’

Just as she regained footing and began ascending the staircase at break-neck speed she heard a loud crack and the staircase unexpectedly swung out from under her.

‘No…I …will… not…fall!’

Her Powers were seized by the evil forces the monster possessed and she wrestled with all the strength she yet still possessed. The creature was too powerful…she felt her Powers slowly waning.

‘No!’ she wrenched back her Powers in a final attempt to free herself before a blinding white Power came from the very walls it seemed. She heard a shrill howl come from the deformed lizard-like beast that was unveiled before her. With terror she realized where the white Power was coming from and watched as the beast disintegrated into nothingness…

…Roscoe shook his head. This is what he had been praying against happening; what he had foreseen every night for the past month had all worried him to no end.

The girl in his dreams had been Kirra—that much he knew—and he had a sinking suspicion of what the white Power had been. No Power in Kamon history had ever been such a pure, unadulterated white—or any type of white for that matter. ‘Except for…no…it can’t be…I won’t let that happen to her.’

He watched her with caution and as the aura around her grew he made his decision—one that could very most likely haunt him for a very long time afterwards he knew but one he made nonetheless. “I apologize Kirra…but this is something I need to know.” He shielded himself with a thick layer of translucent green Power and stepped towards her with a bit of hesitation. Slowly the aura parted for him, allowing him to make his way through the now deep haze of red to the very core where Kirra seemed to be burning with intense waves of deep red Power. Roscoe reached out a hand and touched her shoulder. He felt his green Power almost sizzle as eggs on a hot griddle but he did not budge.

“Kirra…come with me…” Slowly she looked up at him and he saw the inner fear that was slowly eating at her soul. “Curse you,” he said under his breath. He slowly laid the invisible net of Power he had prepared in his mind over them and tied it securely. ‘To Nizerid’ he thought commandingly and he felt the jolt that was them passing through the Void of space that webbed between each Inner World.

He looked around at the desolate wasteland before him; the land was grey, the sky was grey, everything was grey. They were standing in what might have once been a bustling center square of a large, bountiful city before the entire world had been whipped of color and life. He could feel the residue left from the explosion of Power and shuddered. He had witnessed it, first hand, it had been his job to stop it from happening—and he had failed. Slowly, he turned to Kirra. The red was receding but her eyes were still a sickly, pale white.

“Roscoe…why are we here.” It was a question, but Kirra’s voice was high pitched and yet flat and lifeless. It was the voice of her Power and Roscoe cursed the Universes that it was him that had to train the Queen.

“Who are you?” he asked.

“I am Kirra.”

“Who are you really?”

Kirra’s face twisted into a maniacal sneer, “I have missed you as well, BROTHER.”

All of Roscoe’s hopes were dashed; it was true, and now he would have to put himself through the awful, wretched emotional pain of this trial once more. ‘So this is how soon “now” is…’

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Hmm…well…that was…uh…interesting…

Great bundles of fun I’ve made for my self NOW -.-…hmm…well, considering I have NO clue where that came from chapter 4 might take awhile…we’ll see though…YAY PROCRASTINATION! ^.~