Chapter 13 - House of Sade

Shoving the doors open, Trinity and Sade were surprised to feel a strong wind whip at their faces. Sade practically shoved Tri aside to get out into the fresh air; his mouth dropped open in sheer awe. Turning to Tri, he gripped her by her shoulders while his lips turned upwards into a smile.

“We’re outside!” he exclaimed. Tri hesitated, then managed a smile and at once, gripped him in a hug. Surprisingly enough, he returned the hug and twirled her around.

“Hold up,” she said, stepping away and grabbing his hand, “Emily can still follow us,” she said, then jerked his hand. Sade nodded, and the two took off running. Sade glanced over his shoulder, at the building they had just exited, and it turned out to be an abandoned warehouse on the edge of the city.

Odd.

“Look ahead!” Tri suddenly gasped, pointing past the fog and tall grass before them. Through the dense mist Sade could faintly make out a road. Grinning, he trailed after Trinity, their hands stilled intertwined. He felt rather strange, holding her hand, but he didn’t quite care at the moment.

He was happy.

They were free, finally.

The duo finally reached the road. Sade stopped and stared down at the pavement as if it was pure gold, while Trinity spread her arms and began spinning in circles, her hair flying behind her upturned face. A large smile made its home on her lips and she couldn’t help but let out a laugh.

Sade joined in. He grabbed her hands, surprising her, and she stumbled into him. Without giving her much time to collect herself, Sade began spinning with her. She caught on and the two whirled across the road, laughing and feeling the heavy wind brush against them.

Finally, the two stopped, panting and dizzy. They stumbled on the pavement and clutched each other while they regained their breath.

“Let’s walk back to town before it gets dark,” Trinity said at once, immediately jerking Sade along. Sade sighed and nodded, walking in step with her. The two walked down the road, hand in hand, hair whipping in the breeze, and feeling on top of the world.

And to think, some people would never experience this feeling.

“When I get home,” Tri panted, “I’m going to throw all my dolls away.” She started at Sade’s strange smile.

A half an hour later, the city was finally in reach. The first streetlight that hit the two felt more like the light of a holy being welcoming them to safety. In all actuality, they weren’t completely safe, but it was a start.

“Sade,” Trinity glanced at the boy beside her almost shyly. The streetlight cast him in a bright yellow, showing that his hands were slightly dirty. She didn’t quite care that his hair was sticking up at odd angles either — he looked wonderful nonetheless.

“Hm?” he glanced carelessly at her.

“Never mind,” she looked away. She wanted to thank him — but she didn’t want to sound corny. She tucked some hair behind her ears and sighed.

“Trinity,” Sade said gently, his voice strangely low. Trinity glanced at him, head tilted.

“Yes?” she inquired, a bit of hope in her voice. Hope, for what, she wasn’t certain, but she didn’t have time to ponder over it for long, for she was suddenly shoved back against the pole of the street lamp, her lips being covered by Sade’s.

Her heart fluttered into her throat; anxiety won her over. She responded instantly, her lips brushing against his and her arms resting around his neck. His skin was so soft and smooth, like he had just recently had a warm bath. His lips tasted so sweet and delicious, she wanted more; she didn’t want to ever be deprived of his taste.

And then his body went cold.

Tri hesitated and stopped kissing him, while he continued, apparently not noticing. His skin remained smooth, but not soft. Instead, it became strangely hard.

Frightened, Tri shoved him off of her. “Sade, what’s—?” She stopped mid-word when she saw a feral grin take hold of his oddly glimmering lips; his eyes hardened, showing Trinity’s reflection perfectly as if they were made of glass; his skin looked fake.

He was a porcelain doll again.

Mouth agape in horror, Trinity’s hands flew to her chest. “You’re shitting me,” she whispered out.

Sade’s feral grinned turned malicious; his menacing stance rigid. Without warning, he lunged, grabbing Trinity around the waist and pressing his mouth onto hers, muffling her attempts at screaming. She wiggled and scratched at him, her heart hammering, then shrieked when she felt herself fall. The next thing she knew, she was on the street, her arms and hands scraped and bleeding, her heart slamming against her chest. She groaned and rolled over, shivering when Sade stepped over her, smiling calmly.

“Hey, Tri,” he grinned, and just like that, he was normal again. His skin was real; his eyes were Sade’s eyes.

He could turn into porcelain any time he wished.

“We’ve got to get home,” he said, offering a hand down to the girl below him. Tri stared up at him in fear and confusion — did he not know what he had done? Did he not know that he could become a doll? Did he not know that he had practically attacked her?

She uncertainly took his hand, and he pulled her up.

“Home,” she repeated, weakly.

Sade pointed west, “It’s over there.”

Confused, Tri asked, “What is?”

“Our home.”

“Huh? I live over east...”

Sade stopped to smile almost sympathetically at his companion. “Tri, don’t be silly. We live over there, trust me.”

Trinity raised an eyebrow. “Excuse me? You don’t know where I live.”

“You live with me,” Sade chuckled.

Trinity’s left eyebrow rose to meet it’s twin. “What’s wrong with you...?”

Sade gripped Tri’s arm and carelessly leaned over to peck her a light kiss on the cheek. “Trust me, Trinity. We live together.”

“No we—”

“The only reason I helped you out of that warehouse was so I could have you!” Sade exploded, shoving Tri violently away from him. She stumbled back, shocked. “You’re mine, not Emily’s!” he spat, then grabbed Tri and jerked her back to him.

She felt like a rag doll, the way he was handling her.

The glass-eyes returned, and Sade grinned.

Trinity let out a breath. She had just walked into a duplicate situation of the House of Dolls. Sade was just like Emily now.

Without a word, Sade leaned down and kissed her, his cold lips making her spine tingle.

Sade ran into a mirror in front of him, then cursed loudly. He turned the corner. Where the hell was Trinity? And why the hell had a mirror suddenly blocked them from each other? He sighed, frustrated, and continued on his way, searching for the exit or Trinity. Either one, he’d be happy with.

But his luck was terrible.

“My pretty Sade,” a familiar voice cooed. Sade stopped, almost tripped, and coughed. Emily. And she had just called him “pretty”. Oh the horror.

He turned around to glare, but instead stepped back in shock. She was smiling coyly, like she knew something he didn’t.

“These mirrors are special,” she murmured, running a hand down the mirror beside her. “They’re sharp, too. They’ll slice you in half in a mere second.”

Sade didn’t say anything.

“But they won’t kill you.”

He frowned, confused. How could you live through being sliced in half?

“They’ll turn you into me.”

“Into you? What’s that supposed to mean?”

Emily only smiled. “Stop her. I want her to become one of us, just like you will.”

Before Sade could question her any further, she walked through a mirror without a backwards glance. He stood, looking around uncertainly, and took a step forwards.

His fatal mistake.

Without time to even cry out, a mirror came flying towards him. It sliced through him, but by the time Sade had registered the pain in his mind, he was already “reborn.”

Sade stumbled up as soon as the mirror left his body. There was no wound; no blood, no pain. He frowned and touched his wrist — porcelain. He was a doll.

And according to Emily, he was supposed to turn Trinity into a doll, also, in much the same way as he had turned.

He was supposed to make her apart of the living doll community.

A slow smile crept onto his face. He was doomed to life as a doll... but that didn’t mean he had to live with all these half-dead stiffs.

Smirking to himself, he had other plans for Trinity. Now all he had to do was find her, escape with her, and then she’d become his. And only his.

They’d be free... together.

-Fin

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A/N: I decided to end it earlier. Yeahhh, this story is FINISHED!! in case you didn’t get the (lame) ending, the part in italics is back when Sade was in the mirror room. Sooo, basically, Tri’s stuck with a male version of Emily. Who’s also a perv. Woot. Also, in case you didn’t get it... Sade’s mind changes when he’s a doll.

thank yas to: jammi, chinx, SoulHaunter, angelbmo, fairhelena, Vermelyon Kittie, shanasheart, Brittany, Essence of Reality, bibble, and FamousOneLiners.

- bibble: nah, no plot twists for this story. except if you call the event with sade in ths chapter a twist... lol.