Her mind was completely waterlogged. She’d just killed her sister again and Behemoth himself had totally fucked Christa up with not only the death of her sister, but he’d changed her memories. Convinced her she was still a secondary. That the name “Abner” meant nothing to her. Still, he’d left some decent fragments in there, like Klaud, who he’d warped into a friendly face. He’d tampered with some other gadgets of her mind’s inner workings and created layers of illusion.
The truth was. Katia may have never been kidnapped all along. But Christa would never know.
No, Christa would never know the end. For she was in soul a prime, destined to live forever. Behemoth would condemn her for her superiority. Condemn her to a fate worse than death. What could be worse than forgetting the latter part of your redemption arc? What could be worse than rotting in the form of a statue at the bottom of the sea?
Behemoth had gotten what he’d come for. Put it in a safe place and now, he would serve Christa due justice as he saw fit. Funny, how those who hated god most often became most similar to him the end. That is, if you find that hypocrisy as amusing as Behemoth did.
In Christa’s mind, she was a secondary again, so when Behemoth had said, “So what are you going to do about your dearly departed sister? Find some way to bring her back?” Christa felt crestfallen. Layers and shelves of broken china fell within her heart. As the story of her life came full circle.
“I-I…” Christa whimpered, going through the motions again. This time it wasn’t storm troopers that had caused her sister to be stolen away (albeit by her own bullet) but Behemoth. This time… It was so much more devastating. The ounces of hope and malice that Christa had once thrived on were… Not there in the same shape. This defeat was flat and infinite.
“I’m gonna make you… Fucking pay, bastard,” Christa said and tossed a blade square into the scrawny man’s shoulder. He staggered taken aback but surprises were his forte.
“And jussst how are you going to do that, when you don’t even have a gun? I’ve out-played you by every definition in the book, I’m sorry to say… I’ve arranged for your eternal demise. Have you ever been cursed?” he let out a washed-out laugh, “Well, no matter, you will be. Listen, I just want to remind you and that mashed up brain of yours that it was really nothing personal. The whole deal. I just saw my opportunity and took it.”
Christa’s eyes searched furiously for the rifle she was sure had fallen right next to her on the rocky cave ground. “Fuck!” she said, going back to her old ways of swearing between every word. Then, as though tasting a little bit more like Christa on her tongue she sprung up from the ground, settling for her bare hands to wrap around his neck.
Instead, her fiery desire for revenge wasn’t quenched by strangling the last breaths out of the man, but instead she was frozen in place. Her body couldn’t move. Anger revolted and the fear of helpless paralysis set in. Christa’s sparkling eyes danced with pain, the utter torment of helplessness. She’d been here before. Taken captive by the Empire, this time, there was a legion of something much worse closing in on her.
“So, I wouldn’t be a villain if I didn’t rightfully explain to you what is about to happen,” Behemoth snickered, “These are called Weeping Angels. We have a little pact since I found a way to pull creatures from the dreams of primes… Or well, storybooks. A magical place. They are coming for you. Don’t let them touch you… Because you’ll turn into one of them, too. A stone zombie seeking to steal life. When their hands are placed on you, you’ll turn to stone and your life force will be drained away. Don’t worry, there will be just enough left to keep you living a cursed, terrible existence at the bottom of the sea until someday someone finds you, and instead of saving you, you steal their life too. Spreading the curse like a virus.”
The smarmy bastard had outsmarted Christa, beat her on every level. Her pride was eviscerated. Her hope in tatters. Her body immobilized. She didn’t even have the thought of the only one she loved to save her. He had gone too and his compassion was forgotten in every way he'd shown it to her.
Behemoth vanished and now the shapes moved in. Statues of angels, but… With sharp, terrible fangs. As though ready to take a bite out of her. They moved swiftly in the half-light of the cavern. Christa still couldn’t move, but the stone angels kept drawing closer. “Someone…” Christa, once revenge-fueled hothead now turned desperate, begging out loud, yet coincidentally the only one to hear her would be Omni himself, as if the god cared.
“Help…”
The Prime-Secondary fell to her knees and a cellular device plopped out of her pocket, a glimmer of hope struck Christa, whatever, whoever was on that phone could come and save her.
Contacts:
Her fingers couldn’t move fast enough.
Klaud Sounded familiar enough, maybe it was her boyfriend, though Christa would likely remember that.
Tap! Her finger pressed the button.
Stone arms were reaching down on her, Christa attempted to punch one away, but felt her entire body turned rigid with pain when she found her knuckles had just collided with pure stone. Stronger than the ground she was kneeling on. The horde was overcoming her, an army of arms caging her in from above, like zombies, straight out of a horror movie. Ready to scrape the skin from her bones and claw the life out of her.
Ring ring… Ring ring… she heard over the clapping of ocean waves in the cave.
“Get the fuck away!” she shouted and in her hand she grasped the glow of phone which reflected on her face, “Hello? Hello? I don’t really know if anyone can hear me, or quite who this is, but I need fucking help. Oh shit I need more than fucking help… I’m about to be-” the phone’s signal glitched and her words overlapped, “Please, if anyone can hear me, I’m in the Vasty Deeps on an island, shit, shit, the roof is caving in. Track this signal. More than my life is at stake… Fuck, get your fucking stone hands off of…”
The signal glitched out again as Christa had been touched by several Weeping Angels, her muscles and skin had begun to turn to stone, starting with her spine, the sensation was not one of numbing on her bones, but ice. What she would imagine freezing to death would feel like without falling asleep and getting hypothermia.
“Shit… They’ve got a hold of me… There isn’t much time.” Every blink they got closer, every blink, they snared her, “Klaud wherever you are, you better fucking find me.”
The signal went dead. Christa’s face and eyes froze into gray stone, as she still went on clutching the phone in her stone-cold hands. The roof overhead began to clatter and break apart with the quaking earth, sealing the final piece of Behemoth’s scheme and assuring of only one thing:
That this place would be Christa’s tomb.
The truth was. Katia may have never been kidnapped all along. But Christa would never know.
No, Christa would never know the end. For she was in soul a prime, destined to live forever. Behemoth would condemn her for her superiority. Condemn her to a fate worse than death. What could be worse than forgetting the latter part of your redemption arc? What could be worse than rotting in the form of a statue at the bottom of the sea?
Behemoth had gotten what he’d come for. Put it in a safe place and now, he would serve Christa due justice as he saw fit. Funny, how those who hated god most often became most similar to him the end. That is, if you find that hypocrisy as amusing as Behemoth did.
In Christa’s mind, she was a secondary again, so when Behemoth had said, “So what are you going to do about your dearly departed sister? Find some way to bring her back?” Christa felt crestfallen. Layers and shelves of broken china fell within her heart. As the story of her life came full circle.
“I-I…” Christa whimpered, going through the motions again. This time it wasn’t storm troopers that had caused her sister to be stolen away (albeit by her own bullet) but Behemoth. This time… It was so much more devastating. The ounces of hope and malice that Christa had once thrived on were… Not there in the same shape. This defeat was flat and infinite.
“I’m gonna make you… Fucking pay, bastard,” Christa said and tossed a blade square into the scrawny man’s shoulder. He staggered taken aback but surprises were his forte.
“And jussst how are you going to do that, when you don’t even have a gun? I’ve out-played you by every definition in the book, I’m sorry to say… I’ve arranged for your eternal demise. Have you ever been cursed?” he let out a washed-out laugh, “Well, no matter, you will be. Listen, I just want to remind you and that mashed up brain of yours that it was really nothing personal. The whole deal. I just saw my opportunity and took it.”
Christa’s eyes searched furiously for the rifle she was sure had fallen right next to her on the rocky cave ground. “Fuck!” she said, going back to her old ways of swearing between every word. Then, as though tasting a little bit more like Christa on her tongue she sprung up from the ground, settling for her bare hands to wrap around his neck.
Instead, her fiery desire for revenge wasn’t quenched by strangling the last breaths out of the man, but instead she was frozen in place. Her body couldn’t move. Anger revolted and the fear of helpless paralysis set in. Christa’s sparkling eyes danced with pain, the utter torment of helplessness. She’d been here before. Taken captive by the Empire, this time, there was a legion of something much worse closing in on her.
“So, I wouldn’t be a villain if I didn’t rightfully explain to you what is about to happen,” Behemoth snickered, “These are called Weeping Angels. We have a little pact since I found a way to pull creatures from the dreams of primes… Or well, storybooks. A magical place. They are coming for you. Don’t let them touch you… Because you’ll turn into one of them, too. A stone zombie seeking to steal life. When their hands are placed on you, you’ll turn to stone and your life force will be drained away. Don’t worry, there will be just enough left to keep you living a cursed, terrible existence at the bottom of the sea until someday someone finds you, and instead of saving you, you steal their life too. Spreading the curse like a virus.”
The smarmy bastard had outsmarted Christa, beat her on every level. Her pride was eviscerated. Her hope in tatters. Her body immobilized. She didn’t even have the thought of the only one she loved to save her. He had gone too and his compassion was forgotten in every way he'd shown it to her.
Behemoth vanished and now the shapes moved in. Statues of angels, but… With sharp, terrible fangs. As though ready to take a bite out of her. They moved swiftly in the half-light of the cavern. Christa still couldn’t move, but the stone angels kept drawing closer. “Someone…” Christa, once revenge-fueled hothead now turned desperate, begging out loud, yet coincidentally the only one to hear her would be Omni himself, as if the god cared.
“Help…”
The Prime-Secondary fell to her knees and a cellular device plopped out of her pocket, a glimmer of hope struck Christa, whatever, whoever was on that phone could come and save her.
Contacts:
Her fingers couldn’t move fast enough.
Klaud Sounded familiar enough, maybe it was her boyfriend, though Christa would likely remember that.
Tap! Her finger pressed the button.
Stone arms were reaching down on her, Christa attempted to punch one away, but felt her entire body turned rigid with pain when she found her knuckles had just collided with pure stone. Stronger than the ground she was kneeling on. The horde was overcoming her, an army of arms caging her in from above, like zombies, straight out of a horror movie. Ready to scrape the skin from her bones and claw the life out of her.
Ring ring… Ring ring… she heard over the clapping of ocean waves in the cave.
“Get the fuck away!” she shouted and in her hand she grasped the glow of phone which reflected on her face, “Hello? Hello? I don’t really know if anyone can hear me, or quite who this is, but I need fucking help. Oh shit I need more than fucking help… I’m about to be-” the phone’s signal glitched and her words overlapped, “Please, if anyone can hear me, I’m in the Vasty Deeps on an island, shit, shit, the roof is caving in. Track this signal. More than my life is at stake… Fuck, get your fucking stone hands off of…”
The signal glitched out again as Christa had been touched by several Weeping Angels, her muscles and skin had begun to turn to stone, starting with her spine, the sensation was not one of numbing on her bones, but ice. What she would imagine freezing to death would feel like without falling asleep and getting hypothermia.
“Shit… They’ve got a hold of me… There isn’t much time.” Every blink they got closer, every blink, they snared her, “Klaud wherever you are, you better fucking find me.”
The signal went dead. Christa’s face and eyes froze into gray stone, as she still went on clutching the phone in her stone-cold hands. The roof overhead began to clatter and break apart with the quaking earth, sealing the final piece of Behemoth’s scheme and assuring of only one thing:
That this place would be Christa’s tomb.
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