Indigo: Abraham, Emotion Vol. 4: Covenant, Chapter Seventeen: Covenant part two, Eclipse

 Chapter Seventeen: Covenant part two, Eclipse

 

            Alex and Ellen stopped together at the edge of the bridge.  They set Abraham to rest on the ground, and Ellen waited while Alex went to Shana’s side.  Shana held Deidra and rubbed the older woman’s back.  Quietly, at Shana’s side, Alex whispered to her.  “Shana?”  Shana looked up at her and smiled.  Alex smiled back at her.  “I see.”

            Deidra collected herself.  She looked up at Alex after wiping her eyes.  Breathlessly, she said, “Good.  I see that you’ve got her.”  She stood and adjusted her dress.  Looking past Ellen, she saw that a massive, orange stone face had appeared in the cathedral’s place and expressed no surprise at seeing it.  “Then, it is time for us to escape.”

            “Right.”  Alex pulled Shana up to her feet.  “Here, come help us with this.”

            Shana nodded and followed Alex to the gemstone.  With Ellen’s help, the three of them lifted the gem and followed Deidra.  Cornelius stepped into their vision, brow heavy and jaw set.  His armor gleamed in the unmoving twilight.  “You’re helping them now?” He spoke in a tone of hurt concern.

            “Yes, Cornelius.  I know it must confuse you, but they are good people.  Unlike Abel.  Unlike me.”  She sighed but stared him, unrelenting, in the eyes.  His gaze was stern, set like his jaw.  “My life may be hopeless,” she said, “But they are still young.  They still have a chance to make things right.  You don’t have to help us, but I do ask that you do not interfere.”

            Cornelius stood stiffly, his back straight, his fists balled.  “You would betray the master now, when he is so close to achieving his ends?”

            “This is not a betrayal,” she said.  “I helped him only because I saw no reason not to, but now I see a reason.”

            He snorted and shook, and then he kneeled in the dust, his head bowed, and a fist planted to the ground.  “I was charged with your protection, my lady, and I am bound to your service.”

            “Yes, I know this.”

            “And that means I must follow you, whatever path you take.”

            She went to him and lifted his gaze.  Their eyes met.  She caressed his cheek briefly, smiling as she did.  He blushed.  She thought to correct his course, to assure him that he need not do this, but kissed his forehead instead.  “Thank you, Cornelius.  I think you’ll feel better for this.”

            He stood and crossed his arms, the steel plates of his armor grinding with his movement.  “It is only my duty.”

            She nodded and turned to the three.  “We’ll need to move quickly and find somewhere that he won’t think to look.  Then, we will break open the covenant and…”

            The air grew still and heavy.  Everyone but Ellen strained to stand.  Their breaths came to them with effort.  Arms weak, Alex and Shana let Abraham fall, and Alex went to a knee in a fit of shaking coughs.  Deidra braced herself on her knees to remain standing.

            “Hurry.  We have to go now!”

            Ellen looked between the four, suddenly crippled by the air itself, and strained to pull the covenant up on her own.  “What’s happening?” She looked at Deidra, fresh fear blossoming in her face.  “What did you do to them?”

            “Nothing,” Deidra said.  “It is Abel.  He’s awake, and he is coming.”

 

: Covenant :

 

            Isaac redirected spiritual energy into the soles of his feet as he fell to softened his landing.  Dust kicked up around him as he hit.  The hard stone beneath him cracked under his weight, but he held strong and stood as Crest descended at the other end of the canyon, using shadows to break his own fall.  The canyon wall broke and fractured as Crest used it to slow himself and, upon his landing, stood in a writhing mass of darkness that swirled around him in agitation.

            The sky split open.  Golden light spilled it.  It caught the walls and bounced back into the twilight.  The canyon seemed suddenly set ablaze.  The shadows waned around them and faded, returning only at Crest’s command.  He growled as he regarded the light.  “The witch turned traitor! I knew I should have killed her while the master slept.”  He fixed his gaze on Isaac.  “My work won’t end with you, then.”

            Isaac sneered at him.  The dust settled around them, and Isaac held his chakrams so hard that his fingers numbed.  A battle, this battle, was the last thing he wanted.  Riis’ lifeless body floating in the blood-clouded water of the university was fresh in his mind, but Ellen was more important.  This was the only way he could protect her, and so he would do it.

            Crest extended his hand and moved his fingers.  The shadows followed him, dancing around him, their own long fingertips stretching forward and cutting into the canyon walls.  “This place will be your grave, boy.”  He said it with manic glee, his face expanding and emoting more with each passing moment.  A growing lack of inhibition was degrading him.  His madness left Isaac feeling sick.  “I’ll kill you and leave you.  He’s awake now, so none of it matters.  None of us matter!”

            Isaac stayed quiet and tried hard not to tense.  He watched Crest and waited for the coming strike, focusing all of his spirit into his Voice and letting it flow through him from there.  He created an ongoing circuit of energy which he could tap at a moment’s notice.  They watched each other in the hazy twilight, the sun casting long shadows before and behind them.  Crest moved first, jabbing forward with his hands and sending the shadows surging ahead.  A series of dark spears formed from the inky darkness and crossed the vast, dusty expanse of the canyon floor.

            Isaac jumped away, finding purchase on a jutting stone halfway up the canyon wall and hopped off of that.  The spears followed him, gouging out the earth where he stood and fracturing the stone just as he escaped.  Many more followed him, hopping from point to point along the canyon wall and leaping up at him in the air.  Isaac made a series of jumps up to the stone surface where the cathedral had once been and bounced away from the canyon’s edge.  The shadows followed, punching a trail of holes after him.

            Crest laughed madly from the canyon base.  “Is that all you can do? Run like a child afraid of the dark?”

            Isaac leaped off of the other side and slid down the far wall of the canyon.  He slowed his descent by driving a chkram blade into the stones and riding it down.  As he fell, he took the time to catch his breath.  The shadows receded, returning to Crest, where they writhed violently, reacting to his growing madness.

 

: Covenant :

 

            Deidra lifted her dress and turned sharply to the three women behind her.  “We must hurry!  Abel will be on his way!”

            Ellen, the only one of them able to stand, strained to lift the covenant on her own.  “Maybe we could talk to him? You know, reason with him?”

            Deidra gave a long, silent stare.  “Girl, are you mad?  Talk to him?”

            “What? It worked last time.  I was making real progress with that lady inside until that crazy guy showed up.”  Deidra scoffed, and Ellen, dropping the covenant, gave a pointed frown.  “Well, it’s not like you have any real solutions.  Besides, if we can talk him down then we can solve all of this and no one needs to get hurt, right?”

            “Wrong.  Abel has no heart to appeal to anymore.  He has no morals left, and no amount of pleading or propositioning will change him.  He wants her.  He NEEDS her to achieve his ends, and that is all that he has left in him—his purpose.  There is no reasoning with him.”

            Holding her frown, Ellen sighed and relented, seizing the covenant and looking in Abraham’s sleeping form inside.  She was small and peaceful, at rest inside of its red amber form. Alex, gathering herself, touched Ellen’s shoulder.  She was covered in sweat and struggling for breath, but she bore a weak smile.  “Don’t worry,” she said.  “We’ll be fine.”  When Ellen nodded, Alex turned to Shana and helped her to standing.  “If we all do this together, then we will get out before he gets here.”

 

: Covenant :

 

            Isaac bounded over encroaching shadows and landed on a large stone at the center of the canyon.  It shattered beneath his feet, shadows appearing through freshly formed cracks. Writhing darkness fractures the stonework, following him through the air while the rubble cascades down the cliffside and gathers at the canyon base.

            Moving like liquid, the shadows part around him and then form together, capturing him and pulling him back down with titanic strength.  Isaac meets the compressing darkness with his right chakram, which flashes brightly on contact.  He is brought back down to the earth, landing on both feet and planting them on contact.  The hard rock beneath him breaking on impact, but he stands firm, warding off the tightening shadows.

            Crest conjures greater darkness, producing shadows in two thin waves which he weaves together into a lightless, spiraling point.  It spins, meeting the previous darkness and punching through.  Isaac narrowly reacts, leaping out of the way as the shadows slice into his side and tear his jacket apart.  He rolls to a stop nearby, holding his wound briefly before drawing the strength required to stand.

            He readied his chakram again, catching another blow but stumbling under the force.  Dark tendrils spilled off around him, eating away at the earth around his feet.  Isaac adjusted his footing and rooted himself, channeling his energy back into his right chakram and echoing the words which his soul speaks to him.

            In morning the sun rises gold, bringing with it great glory.

            His right chakram, smaller and rounded, without a blade and with a four-barred grip at its center, gave off faint, grey dawn light.  He released it, and the light, pulsing, suspended it in the air as it gathered.  It floated over him, leaving light where it moved, and then projected a golden dome of light around him that repulsed the darkness with repeated, cascading waves.  The shadows receded, gathering around Crest and fanning at his back.

            Inside of his dome of light, Isaac kneeled and clutched his side, focusing on the pain and breathing through it.  Crest watched him outside, grinning viciously, arms crossed, cruel amusement written across his features.  Isaac palmed his wound and then stood through the pain.  “Why are you doing this?”

            Crest’s grin grew thin and feral.  His face distorted in a mask of sheer, agonized madness.  It looked to Isaac like Crest was bearing his fangs.  “Why? Because this is what I am.  A killer. A MURDERER!”

            Isaac swallowed.  The bleeding had eased as his healing improved.  The wound burned, and so did his limbs.  He was drawing heavily on his own energy, feeding it to his body to accelerate his healing and to keep him at pace with his enemy.  The shield was draining him fast, though, and soon he wouldn’t even have enough left to run.  He couldn’t escape anyway.  He was sure that wherever he went, Crest would follow.

            “I am a shadow, boy, a dark shadow cast by the light of perfection.  I am Abel’s darkness, his imperfections, the refuse left when he formed covenant with the lady.  To become God, Abel had to purge himself of—Well, of everything that used to make him human.  He had to become pure, and I…”  Crest raised his hands with wild theatrics, screaming to the sky.  “I am what is left!  I am the darkness of the human heart! I am the truth of the human condition!  Id without restraint.  Garbage left behind by a hedonist seeking to become God!”

            The shadows parted around Crest, boiling in his madness.  Isaac’s chakram dimmed, and he caught it from the air.  “And you’re okay with that?”

            Crest glared and laughed.  His voice caught on the canyon walls and echoed around them.  “Okay?  Am I okay with it? Does it matter? Life is what it is, you spoiled fool!  I am a husk, empty and alone, filled only with the darkest parts of a god.  Which, in a way, would make me the devil himself, wouldn’t it?”

            The shadows around Crest surged.  They sprang to life, swirling with a new madness all their own.  They writhed into a helix around him and sharpened into multiple points, floating in his periphery.  He laughed, and he laughed, and he had tears rolling down his cheeks as the pain consumed him.  “But don’t you worry your tiny little heart over me.  I was born this way; I was raised in darkness!”

            The shadows pulsed and lunged, each twisting in the air as they went for Isaac’s throat.

 

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            Alex, Shana, and Ellen followed Deidra up a hill.  Cornelius led them, his blade drawn, his plates scrapping with his movements.  The covenant had grown bulky and slick; their palms were wet with perspiration and losing grip.  Abel’s presence weighed on all of them, save for Ellen alone, who was leading the three with powerful ignorance.

            Increasingly, Alex felt futility in running.  No matter how far they ran, Abel’s presence remained ubiquitous.  It slowed them, thick as mud, and made the air solid as granite.  She could hardly breathe for it, and with each passing moment his gravity grew more real.  Wheezing and struggling to keep pace with her leggy, blond friend, she rasped, “How much farther?”

            “I don’t know,” Deidra wheezed, Abel’s approach affecting her similarly, “We just keep running until the territories change.”  She didn’t look back as she spoke.  Her dress dragged the earth, gathering dust on the hem, growing more tarnished with her movements.

            Ahead, a tall man appeared from the air.  They stopped.  His hair was a dark veil cascading down his white robes.  His face was an inexpressive mask.  He looked almost like a statue to them, save for the subtle movement of his nostrils and the even subtler movement of his chest.  His dark eyes betrayed no murder nor mercy.  In fact, they showed nothing at all.  “Give me the lady,” he said, his voice a calm monotone.  His lips hardly seemed to move at all.

            Alex shook, legs weak, and dropped the covenant.  Behind her, Shana fell to her knees.  They had been feeling him for minutes, but standing directly before him was so much worse.  Existing became a struggle in his presence.  It took all of their effort just to keep breathing.  Alex managed a few steps, clutching her chest, and wheezed her response.  “No.  I won’t let you hurt her.”

            Abel looked at her, and through her, and he said, “I will not hurt her.”

            “Damn right you won’t.”  Alex strained to breathe.  Each exhale was forced from her lungs.  She called her Voice.  It appeared around her wrist, blade extending, and she held it out in front of her.  It gleamed dully, as if even the light slowed before Abel.

            He regarded her calmly.  “If you insist on fighting, I will kill you.  Give me the covenant.”

            Alex swallowed.  Sweat poured down her.  It hurt to lift her arms.  Her vision blurred, and she swore for a moment that Abel had black, leather-like wings, but when she blinked, they were gone.  “No,” she said.  “No, I won’t let you take her.  We’re going home.  All of us!”

            “I see.  That is unfortunate.”

 

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            Shadows descended from the sky like rainfall, crumbling the earth where Isaac stood.  He appeared from the rising dust, sailing through the air, and landed breathlessly away from harm.  Dust kicked up around him.  There was a new tear at his jacket, around his shoulders, where he had been touched by the darkness.  Fresh blood soiled his shirt.

            A tongue of darkness lashed out and licked the ground, crushing what it touched.  Isaac fled, leaping and landing a few feet  away before stumbling to a stop.  His head was loose, his blood thinning.  He fell to his knees, holding the canyon wall for support as the shadows followed him.  He lifted his right chakram and deflected it with a sphere of light.  The shadows bit into the canyon wall nearby.

            “Come now, Isaac, this just won’t do.”  Crest sauntered forward, his boots clicking on the hard, dusty stones with each step.  He was smiling in hunger.  “If all you do is run, then you’ll never make it out alive.  To win now, you’ll have to kill me.  Nothing you haven’t done before though, right?”  Crest growl and thrust his palm forward.  The shadows around him surged, churning the soil they moved.

            Isaac rolled to the side and down a small hill, stopping when a large slab of solid stone caught him.  He heard a pop and felt two of his ribs snap.  Wheezing, he pulled himself to standing and held his side as pain shot through him.  The earth came up fast, and he caught himself on a knee and balanced against the stone.  He was like this when his shadow betrayed him, passing over him in a series of small blades, blood following after it.  He pushed himself from his support and sprinted away.

            Isaac thought to stop, to turn and finish the battle, but Riis’ face flashed in his mind.  He saw her pale skin and pale eyes.  He saw the cloud of blood that spread through the water around her.  He had taken a life before, and he didn’t want to do it again.

            Each footfall brought pain.  Blood ran down his face and neck.  It saturated his clothes.  He planted his foot and turned, intending to give a half-hearted effort.  He threw his chakram.  It spun through the air, sliding along the surface of the fanning shadows.  The shadows receded to reveal Crest’s vicious smile.  “There we go, boy!  So, you do have some fight left in you!”

            Isaac drew a deep breath and called his chakram back.  He caught it in his left hand and shouted, “How’s this for a fight!”  Throwing both, he sent them flanking and charged up the center. 

Crest laughed and flexed his hand, churning the shadows around them before summoning them at his sides.  The shadows erupted around him, knocking the chakrams up but never intercepting Isaac’s approach.  When he was close enough, Isaac balled his fist and leapt forward.  Crest lifted one hand and the shadows swirled around him and slammed into Isaac’s chest, throwing him back. 

Isaac bounced across the earth before sliding to a stop.

Crest lifted his hand and called the shadows into a flat curtain above him.  “If you won’t even try, then I am wasting my time.”  The shadows spread like smoke around him, diluting the sunlight.  He brought his hand down, and the darkness hardened into sphere and fell from the cloud, leaving an inky contrail in their wake.

Isaac called his Voice to him and pressed them together.  He conjured his shield and watched the earth around him dissolve.  The storm of shadows gradually depleted, leaving Isaac surrounded in a ring of tiny craters.

He slumped, energy fading.  What was left in him was forced into the pumping of his heart and the rattling breathes he stole.  His father had taught him to fight, to meditate, to control his power.  At a young age, Isaac had learned to knit his wounds closed with focus, but these wounds were deep, and each rushed movement tore them back open.

He watched Crest watching him, the other man smiling.  He wanted something from Isaac, wanted what Isaac refused to do, and he wouldn’t kill Isaac until he knew for certain that Isaac could not give it.  His plan was to leave Isaac with no recourse.  Isaac winced and pushed himself to a slouch, and then he closed his eyes and focused.  The words echoed through him, and he spoke them carefully.

The sun rises red, a screaming soul of fire burning the sky!

One chakram gleamed while the other remained inert.  He threw the one which shined and counted after.  One-one-thousand and it built speed; two-one-thousand and it shined brighter, its glow growing sinister; three-one-thousand and he threw the second; at four-one-thousand, he charged.

Crest frowned in response.  “This game again? I suppose you didn’t learn.”  He lifted his hand and gathered the shadows in his palm, and then he sent them forward with elemental force.  Their attacks met, and Isaac’s chakram tore through the darkness, casting the shadows aside.  It cut a deep path before the current swallowed it.  Losing momentum, and light, the chakram spun out and dug into the ground.

The second chakram flipped on contact with the shadows.  Stopping in a vertical position, it released a wave of light that stopped the shadows.  Isaac met it and taking hold of its grip pushed his way forward.  He used his spirit to push through his pain and, once in range, dropped the shield and leapt over the shadows.

Isaac spiraled through the air and called his chakram back from the dust.  On landing, he caught Crest across the palm and left a deep gash in his hand.  The shadows fell like liquid but without mass.  Isaac spun again and this time wedged his blade into Crest’s chest.

They stopped together, Isaac panting, Crest smiling.  Blood oozed out between Crest’s teeth.  He staggered back while the shadows receded, dissolving into the sunlight and returning to from where they came.  Isaac jerked the chakram out and then stepped forward, driving both into Crest’s collar bone.

Isaac felt light-headed.  More than that, he felt wrong.  There was fresh blood on his hands, wet and warm.  He stared Crest in the eyes.  “That good enough for you?”

Crest stared, gasping and grunting, and then began to cry.  Grabbing Isaac’s wrist, he held onto him like a child.  “Yes.  Finally.  Do it.  Kill me now.”

Isaac wrested his hand away and let Crest fall.  He watched the blood pool beneath him.  “What?”

“Kill me now.  I want to die.  I have to die!”

“Why? Why would you want that?”

“Because this is a half existence.  I am a mistake, just the discarded longing of a mad man.  I am his regret.  His sorrow.  His pain.  His guilt.  I am his sins and his repentance.  I am everything that he ever held back.  The Emotion took those discarded things and made them real, and they made me.  I was never meant to exist.  I am nothing, nothing at all but a sad little mistake.”

Isaac stood over him.  He watched Crest cry and bleed into the dirt, and he gripped his chakram tight.  With a wet, raspy breath, Isaac gathered himself and kneeled.  “I can’t,” he said.  “I can’t kill you.”

“You can.  You’ve killed before, so you can do it again.”  Crest whined and grasped at Isaac’s pants.  “You have to.  I can’t go on like this.  If you leave me now, then you will never be safe. I will hunt you.  I will kill you.  I will make you suffer!”  His voice was strained, desperate, no longer possessed by malice.  He was begging.  “You have to.  This is such a pitiful existence.”

“No.  I won’t.  I can’t do it.”

“Then you’ll die!”  Crest lifted his uninjured hand and conjured an ethereal needle made of nothing.  He grabbed it and lunged forward, meeting the sharpened point of Isaac’s chakram on the way.  His throat parted.  Fresh blood gushed out of the wound and across the blade.  Isaac sat rigid, a pin-prick of darkness hovering only inches from his eye.  Crest laughed.

The shadows parted, peeling away in wisps of smoke.  Crest fell.  Isaac stared, watching the life leave him.  There was no blood this time, just light and darkness.  Despite this, Isaac felt dirtier than ever.

With Crest gone, Isaac stood and stared up the cliff face.  He could feel Abel up above, and he knew the battle wasn’t over.

 

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Alex shuffled forward, putting herself in front of everyone else.  Deidra grabbed at her shoulder on the way, but Alex jerked free from her, her Voice fixed before her and trying desperately to remember everything she had learned to that point.  She had fought Goliath, and survived Carolyne, and she tried her best to think of Abel as just another opponent standing in her way.

It didn’t work.  He stared at her, empty and unfeeling.  “This is my last offer.  Reconsider.”

“Hell no!”

“So be it.”

Alex told herself not to hesitate.  She took initiative, moving first, her blow meant to maim, not to kill.  The tip of her blade drifted sideways, aiming for his shoulder, but she missed wide.  Her attack sailed harmlessly past him.

Abel flexed his left hand and from the air produced his Voice, a dark spear bearing the emblem of a demonic face upon the neck, where the blade met the shaft.  The tip shifted in color, at times gleaming a sinister red before fading into a prismatic blue.  The air around the weapon bulge and fluttered.

From standing, he lunged, a smooth clean motion that drove his weapon into Alex below the sternum.  He tore through her like paper, the sharpened point of his blade exiting through her back and moving a foot out of her.  His Voice only narrowly missed her spine.

Alex jerked, faulted.  To start, she felt nothing.  The pain came after.  It was brief and replaced only by a fullness in her chest.  She glanced down and watched him withdraw the weapon.  She watched blood and bone leaving her body and then, unsupported, she fell.

She hit the ground and kept falling.  The world grew hazy.  She was cold and, without his spear inside of her, suddenly empty.  Her senses faded slowly, likes candles being snuffed.  Touch went first, and then sight, and then smell, and as the taste of copper faded, she heard Shana scream.  Then, she heard nothing at all.

Indigo: Abraham, Emotion Vol. 4: Covenant, Chapter Sixteen: "Covenant, part 1 Daybreak and Shadows"

 

Volume Four: Covenant

 

We created God so that He could create us,

We reject God so that we can create ourselves.

 

Chapter Sixteen: Covenant, part 1 Daybreak and Shadows

 

            Alex and Ellen’s exit left Shana feeling very alone.  Cornelius stood to the side, near the cliff’s edge, and watched her while Deidra just stared ahead blankly, her face returned to the same mask of indifference that she arrived with.  Shana sat down beside the dome and waited, reflecting on her journey into the Emotion, her meeting with Samantha, and reunion Alex, who had changed so much since their arrival.  Their time there seemed to drain Shana, but it invigorated Alex, who grew stronger and stronger, coming out of her shell and becoming the woman Shana always knew she could be.  It made Shana happy to see her friend shine so bright, but it also made her feel a bit sad, afraid that Alex had somehow outgrown her.

            Since coming to the Emotion and finding her Voice, Shana could feel Alex.  Wherever Alex went, Shana could follow her.  That changed when the dome slid shut.  At first, Shana could feel a phantom of her lingering presence, muted but there.  Then, she couldn’t feel even a hint of her.  Alex was gone.

            It was then that she regretted letting Ellen go.  Though Alex was stronger now, Shana still felt the need to be there with her.  It was Shana’s belief that even the strongest people need support.  Shana looked at Deidra and wondered if she felt the same way about Abel.  Then, she stood.  “Hey, Deidra, I have a question for you.  That guy, Abel, wasn’t it?”

            “Yes, it was.”  Deidra spoke without turning.

            “Okay, why are you helping him?”

            “I thought we had discussed this already.  I have no reason.”

            Shana crossed her arms.  “Yeah, that’s what you said, but that’s not good enough.  There’s got to be a reason, whether you want to admit it or not.  You must be here for a reason.”

            Deidra glanced at Shana and then turned away.  She walked to the edge of the cliff and stared down into the bottom of the canyon.  Her dress trailed after her, shifting the dust in her wake.  “Such information is useless,” she said, and she stood, statue-like, staring into the distance.  “Why are you so desperate to know?”

            “I’m not,” Shana said.  “I guess if you told me, then at least I’d have a reason, you know, a motive?  At least then it wouldn’t be a bunch of people hurting each other just to make it hurt.”

 

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            Alex blinked and the pain was gone.  The shouts that once filled the room gave way to silence.  Meanwhile, the cold hands gripping her face disappeared into the still, musty air of the cathedral.  She could no longer smell blood, nor could she feel it running down her face.  She opened her eyes and found herself alone in a room, surrounded by nothing but pillars and pews, curled into a dark corner.

            She drew a deep breath and stood.  Only moments ago, she was faced with her greatest fears.  All of her hard work and all of the trouble she had imposed on others, made meaningless in the face of her own failures.  It felt to her so real and, even upon waking from these strange fantasies, she wonders how much of it was false.

            The pain was not gone but lessened, replaced by a stagnating sense of complacency that suffused the cathedral’s exterior equally.  She stared across the cathedral to the doors, which stood stalwart and blank.  Above, she could feel Abraham, and she could feel someone else with her.  Alex made for the stairs.

            At the top, she found Isaac staring across the platform at Crest.  Ellen was beside them, kneeling at a large, smooth gemstone, oval in shape and fixed into the floor.  Alex looked between Isaac and Crest before rushing to Ellen’s side.  “Ellen!”

            Ellen strained, her fingers pressed tightly to the gemstone, which she found warm to the touch and very, very solidly dug into the stonework of the building.  She saw Alex, and her hand’s slipped and fell onto her rear.  Alex was there before she could respond. Ellen could only looked up at her.  “Alex?”

            Alex kneeled beside Ellen.  “Ellen, what’s going on up here?”

            Ellen stared a moment longer before looking down at the gemstone.  “Abraham is trapped inside of here, and I can’t find a way to get her out.  I’m trying to pull it out, but this thing feels like it is built into the floor.”

            “So, we need to get it out of here first before we can even try to open up the gemstone and take her home, am I right?”

            Ellen paused. “Well, yeah, basically.”

            “Right.”  Liquid steel encased Alex’s right hand as she stood, solidifying into a blade.  “Stand back.”

            “Um, Alex, what are you doing?”

            “Getting her out of there.”

            Ellen pulled herself up and pressed her back flat to the wall.  Watching with wide-eyed anxiety, she said, “Please be careful!”

            “We’ve gotten this far, Ellen, I won’t screw things up here.”  Alex positioned herself above the gem, her legs wide, her feet planted firm.  She lifted her Voice above her head, supporting it with her free hand.  “Right, then.”  Closing her eyes, she called out to her soul, which whispered to her in return.  An echo rang through her, starting first as feelings and then forming words at the back of her throat.  She drew a deep breath and spoke.  The words became power as she articulated them.

            All sorrow be at bay.  All hope come to light!

            The air shifted around her.  When she swung her arm there was a crack and a flash.  The ground fractured and gave in a cloud of dust.  The gem fell through the floor and landed at the first floor’s center.  Alex’s footing remained stable as she stared through the newly formed hole she had made.  She shifted her weight and knocked a free hanging stone down onto the gemstone’s unblemished, liquid-like surface.  “See,” she said, “she’s fine.”

            Ellen, pale and shaking, released her held breath.  Alex offered her a hand and pulled Ellen to her.  Together, they hopped into the hole.  Alex landed lightly, bringing Ellen with her in a bridal carry.  At the floor, she set Ellen back down onto her legs and then turned to the gemstone.  “Come on, we need to get her out of here.”

            “Okay.”  Ellen followed Alex’s lead, taking up position across from her on the gemstone and seizing it clumsily where it was most narrow.  The gemstone itself was oblong and uneven.  Its surface was slick and resisted their grip.  They had to hug it and lift with their backs to get any leverage.  Hunched over it together, they scrambled toward the door.

 

: Covenant :

 

            Shana watched the dome’s dull gray exterior with growing unease and contemplated her connection with Alex.  Now without her, Shana wondered if she could always feel Alex’s presence around her, even before she found her Voice.  Being without her here in the Emotion seemed strange to her, almost wrong, like a world without color.

            Deidra joined Shana, standing at her side and staring, apathetically, and held herself in the same defensive posture.  She kept her arms wrapped around her torso, like she was comforting herself, like she was protecting herself from the world.  Shana realized that Deidra closed off her body like she closed off her heart. 

Deidra glanced at Shana.  “Do you have any children, girl?”

            Shana stared ahead, shifting her weight away from Deidra as she answered.  “No, I don’t.”

            “Of course not.  You’re far too young for children.”

            “I was about to say that.”  Shana sat in the dirt.  Deidra joined her.  They continued speaking while watching the dome, neither one chancing a glance at each other.  “Uh, what about you?  Do you have any kids?”

            Deidra looked at the ground.  For a brief moment warmth flashed across her features.  There was almost a smile, but it was restrained.  “I had a child, and he was the light of my life.  When he was born, when I saw his little face, there is nothing like it.”

            Shana looked at Deidra, watched emotions pass over her face like seasons.  A small, uncertain smile blossomed briefly before wilting into a frown.  That frown then turned to a bitter, hollow stare, and then to nothing, swallowed completely by the void the older woman had built around her heart.  Alex would do the same thing, Shana remembered.

            “Long ago, the man named Abel, the man whose plans you are attempting to thwart, went on a journey with me.  We endeavored to—Well, we wanted to end the world.  We were young, and we were blessed, and we were led by anger.  A man confused us, showed us a dark path, and another man, someone dear to us, fought against us.  He stopped us, but he did so at a cost.”  She paused, tears now in her eyes.  She wiped them away before continuing.  “So many broken things were left behind, broken friendships, broken people.  Broken hearts.  The boy who stopped us, the hero of this tale, he lost his sister in the struggle.

            “In the end, I survived, but it all left me feeling empty inside.  My anger, my resentment, had brought nothing but pain and suffering to the world.  It was my juvenile wish for a better world that had started it all, that had made me so angry, and when it was done, I realized that such things are just fiction.  For a time, I lost all hope.  Then, I gave birth.  He was a beautiful baby boy.  He was,” she smiled faintly, “He was so many things.  He looked just like me, but he had his father’s eyes.”

            Deidra paused and gathered herself.  Her features hardened as she spoke again.  “That was a lie, though, all of it a hopeless illusion.  His father was no hero.  Consumed by his past, he let it rule him.  He raised my son to be a fighter, a ‘hero’ in his own image.  Looking toward the past, he never once looked toward the future, for though he saved the world, he was as broken as the rest of us.

            “Day by day, I watched my son have his life taken away from him.  I put everything into him, my hopes, my dreams, my love, but it did nothing for him.  He was his father’s child, idealistic, brash, foolish, and I couldn’t stand to see him become the man who had stood in opposition to me for so long ago.  Abel returned from what I had thought to be an early and violent grave. He offered me escape, and unable to watch as I had, I took it.  I left my son alone to suffer at the hands of a man more broken even than myself.  I left him to repeat the cycle.

            “And that is life, an endless, hopeless loop set on repeat.  Nothing but youth, hope, disappointment, dissolution, and when we’re too tired to carry on, death.”

            Shana was hugging her knees as Deidra finished her story.  Looking on the woman, her skin young, her eyes ancient, Shana had trouble seeing her as a mother.  The image didn’t fit.  Shana’s own mother wasn’t warm, but she was there.  Shana thought that a mother should do at least that much.

            She looked forward and, after thought, said, “I don’t think that’s fair.  You said all of these things where why you left, but how old was he at the time? And what did you do to help?  I mean, sure, maybe he might turn out like his father.  Maybe his dad was pushing all of these expectations on him, but were you any different by wanting him to be something else than what he was?”

            Deidra remained quiet.

            “I’m here right now,” Shana said, “And I’m not here for myself.  I’m here for Alex, and for Ellen, and for that little girl I don’t even know.  Abraham, wasn’t it?  I’m here fighting, and I find meaning in that.  Like I said, maybe it’s an illusion, but it is my choice to believe in it.  You can go on thinking that life is meaningless, but I have decided to give it meaning.  I’d rather do that than just sit around and wait for death.”

            “That is foolish.”

            They fell silent.  Shana rested her head on her knees.  “Maybe,” she said.  “Your kid, do you know what ever happened to him?”

            Deidra looked at her and nodded.  “In a sense.”

            “And? Did he turn out just like his father?”

            Deidra allowed a smile.  “I saw him only briefly,” she said, “But from what I could tell, he was so much more.”

 

: Covenant :

 

            Isaac and Crest stood staring even as Alex and Ellen made their explosive escape.  Isaac’s firm grip on his chakrams left his hands stiff.  The blades of each discus gleam in the torch light.  “Who are you?”

            Crest flashed his teeth in a snarl.  “I have no true name, though you may call me Crest for now, though you won’t have long to say it.”

            “I won’t let you hurt them.”

            “You should be more worried about yourself, boy.  Your friends will die in their own time.  You, however, you, I want to kill personally.”

            “Go ahead and try.”

            “Oh, I will!”

            The Cathedral’s crown exploded into a burst of light and a spray of shadows.  Isaac sailed from the light, with Crest following just after, a solid stream of shadows trailing in his wake.  Debris from the explosion landed in chunks around Alex and Ellen.  The two of them stumbled across the bridge as heavy blocks of black stone rocked its fountain.  The stonework of the bridge fractured under their feet as they shuffled along.  Ahead, they could see the dull grey of the dome and knew it to be their only source of safety.

            A spiraling hunk of stone came sailing toward them.  Alex saw it and dropped her end of the gem, leaving Ellen to stumble into the guard rail as they fumbled about.  Leaping, Alex conjured her Voice and, words echoing through her, split the stone in a flash of light.  A thin trail of glowing, molten stone dripped red as it parted around them and landed harmlessly on each side of them.  Alex landed and smiled back at Ellen, who clung to the railing while grasping her chest.

            “Warn me next time!”

            “Right, sorry.”  Alex let her Voice fade as she stood.  “Come on.  We need to get going while we can.”

            “God, my back is killing me.”  Ellen took the front of the gemstone.  “I wish there was a better way to do this.  Maybe if we could get it open, we could just pull her out and carry her instead of it.”

            “Maybe, but we should escape first before anyone else shows up to stop us.”  Alex pointed ahead.  “We’re almost to the end.”

            Ellen wiped the sweat from her forehead and nodded. “Then let’s hurry.”  Leaning down, she wrapped her arms around the smooth, rounded edges of the gem and waited for Alex to do the same.  With Alex seizing it, they stood together and scrambled toward the exit.  “How will we tell them that we’re back? Should we just knock on the dome when we get there? Do you think they would even hear us if we did?”

            “I’ll cut my way out if I have to.”

            Above them, the sky parted.  The grey steel of the dome peeled away to reveal the golden twilight surrounding it.  The canyon lit up in the burning haze of light.  The landscape writhed around them.  The cathedral behind Ellen faded as the sunlight hit it, the dark brickwork turning to orange-brown stone.  The bridge did the same.  No longer stone-laid, it was a dusty land bridge that led their way out.

            Alex smiled across the gemstone at Ellen.  “Then again, maybe the problem will just solve itself.”

            Turning the gem sideways, they looked ahead together and found Shana waiting, hugging Deidra, who cried softly into her shoulder.

 

: Covenant :

 

            He opened his eyes and stared with an absent expression at the dark sky above.  A thin layer of dust had collected on his body as he slept.  Standing, he shook the dust off and regarded his surroundings with haughty indifference.  He was above it all, separated, distinct, and entirely actualized.

            He had stood tall since youth, but his bearing had become titanic.  His presence made mountains sink.  His gaze bore holes through steel.  Somewhere else in the Emotion, they could feel him.  He could feel them, too, but it summoned nothing from him.  His focus was fixed on one thing.  It was all about to end.  His ambition was singular, and his convictions unshakable.

            Soon, Abel would become God.

Indigo: Abraham, Emotion Vol. 3: Bridges, Chapter Fifteen: "Inside of the Iron HEaRt"

 

Chapter Fifteen: Inside of the Iron HEaRt

 

            The bridge stretched out behind them, long and black.  They stood before the cathedral at the far end of the bridge, black stones laid around them in rows.  Age showed in the smooth, roundness of the stones.  Grooves were worn in by time.  Gothic railing ran the length of the bridge.  Large arches held the bridge aloft in the eroded canyon.

            Pointed rooftops speared the horizon.  A set of enormous doors frown at them from ahead.  They were noticeably thick and stood slightly ajar.  The sky was dull and grey, and the light filtered through it.  It was Deidra’s shell blocking out the sunlight and draining the color from everything within it.  Things that were black were made deeper black.  Everything else was muted.

            The air was thick and suffocating, possessing a somberness that permeated even the stonework.  Alex felt it acutely, while Ellen had only a tickle of it in her spine.  Beneath it all, Alex could feel something else.  In the dense air, buried beneath the decades of hopeless oppression, she could feel Abraham.  It was a faint spark but specific, and it felt to her like the Emotion itself.  Alex realized then the truth in Deidra and Cornelius’ words.

            Alex took a step forward to prove that she could.  Then she looked back at Ellen.  “I can feel her inside,” she said.  “Come on, let’s go.”

            “She’s in there?”

            Alex nodded.  “She is, I’m sure of it.”  She turned back to the cathedral and smiled.  “And she’s waiting for us.”  Looking back at Ellen, she found her staring.  It was a strange reversal for them, Alex smiling and leading the way while Ellen trailed behind.  “Let’s not keep her waiting.”

            Ellen nodded and followed.  They walked together in silence, the sound of their footsteps their only company.  Alex was distracted, focused on other things, her mind fixed on the empty grey atmosphere.  Deidra was everywhere and overwhelming her senses.  Even when she felt Abraham, she only just barely felt her. Walking there made her feel blind.

            She dug through the cathedral interior with her soul and filtered out other distinctive presences.  There were others there with Abraham, but she couldn’t place them.  They had no faces for her, only intentions.  Abraham she knew, though she felt her only very faintly, and what she felt was bound by some invisible force.  There was also the force that bound her, quiet and gentle, but possessive a power in certainty and conviction.  Stronger than that, and struggling against Deidra’s overriding oppression, was a last presence composed entirely of hunger and hatred and completely empty underneath.  The emptiness is what frightened her most.

            Ellen stopped to look over the edge of the bridge and found canyon floor barren and dusty.  She gripped the railing so as not to fall over, and swallowed, and then she looked ahead.  The cathedral stared back at her, its towering spires looking almost like teeth.  She couldn’t feel what Alex could feel, nor could she understand the circumstances that brought her here.  Alex said that they had started this journey together, and while it had made Ellen feel good for a time, the more she thought on it, the less accurate it felt.

            Alex stopped to look back at her.  They stood together in silence, Ellen staring now at her feet while Alex watched her.  “Hey, Ellen, what’s wrong? We’re almost there.”

            “I,” Ellen shifted her feet as fresh tears rolled down her cheeks.  “I’m sorry that I got you involved in all of this, Alex.  If I weren’t so stupid, I never would have brought Abraham back with me, and then none of this would have happened.  You wouldn’t be here.  Shana wouldn’t be here, and Carolyne…”

            “Ellen? No.  No, what are you talking about? None of this is your fault.”

            “It’s all my fault!  I was acting like a damn child, finding a puppy and dragging it home for someone else to take care of.”

            “Ellen,” Alex sighed.  “Listen, Abraham wouldn’t have been safer anywhere else, and as for Carolyne, well, she made her bed.  I chose to protect Abraham myself, just like I chose to come here.  No one else made those decisions for me, and though it’s been tough—really tough—I think I’m better for it.  I think I’ve grown a bit, and I’ve needed to grow for some time.  We’re almost at the end now, so don’t give up on me just yet.”

            Ellen choked and leaned into the rail for support.  Her sobs were hard enough to leave her shaking.  She kept at it until Alex joined her, and then she tensed.  Standing tall, a few inches above Alex, she fell into the smaller woman’s embrace.  Alex rubbed Ellen’s back and soothed her while she sobbed.  It was the last thing either of them expected to happen, but Ellen was grateful for it all the same.

            They stayed together under that gray sky until Ellen settled.  When they had first met, Ellen didn’t understand why Alex seemed so sad all the time, and she never really believed that they could be real friends.  It was, to her, a struggle to even try, but like Alex, she was better for the struggle.  Alex made her better and now supported her in this dark moment, and for that, she was glad for the struggle.

            Alex patted Ellen on the head and looked her in the eyes.  “You okay now?”

            Ellen, sniffling and rubbing her nose, nodded.  “I think so.  I can go, at least.”

            “Then come on.  We’ve kept her waiting long enough.”

            Another nod, and Ellen said, “Okay,” and she followed Alex forward.

            They stopped, side-by-side, before the double-doors.  From where they stood, the cathedral towered over them, an imposing form of dark stone that shrouded them in shadow.  A large stained-glass window hung over head.  Alex saw in it the image of an avenging angel bound by brambles.  Ellen thought she saw someone through it.

            The doors were parted slightly, and Alex peeked in through the crack.  Pews lined the ground floor with large stone pillars between them.  A winding staircase led up on one side, where a second floor hung over the first.  Red light spilled out from above, obscured by the railing.  Inside, Alex could feel Abraham’s presence more acutely, like it was only just barely contained.

            Ellen, at Alex’s side, said, “She’s in there.”

            Alex nodded, distracted.  She could see something out of the corner of her eye, but whenever she looked toward it, it disappeared.  Something teased her ear, like a whisper only softer.  She thought it might be the wind, but it was persistent.  She stood straight.  “Uh, yeah, she is, I think.”

            Ellen tried to smile, but she didn’t wear it well.  She still felt out of place there.  “Then let’s go!”  She stepped forward, through the door, and felt a tingle in her spine.  Turning, she found Alex backed against the door and staring out, back across the bridge.  Looking past Alex, Ellen saw nothing.

            “Get away.  Go!”  Alex swung at the air.  She had tears in her eyes.

            “Alex? Alex! What’s wrong?”

            “I said go!”  Alex gave a wide swing that only just narrowly missed Ellen, who stumbled away.

            Ellen fell backward and landed inside of the cathedral, dust kicking up around her.  She watched Alex staggering toward her, eyes wide in a frenzy.  Pushing up, Ellen used a pillar for support as she got to her feet and scrambled deeper inside to escape Alex’s sudden pursuit.

            The door groaned and collapsed inward with a sudden flash, and Alex stood then at the threshold.  Her Voice was there, its blade gleaming in the dim light that chased her.  She glared into the cathedral, into the dust that rose around her, and fixed her gaze upon Ellen hiding among the pews.

            “Alex?”  Ellen peeked over the pews.  She had her hands up but knew that they would do nothing to stop her rampaging friend.  “Alex, what’s wrong with you? What is going on with you all of the sudden?”

            Alex growled and swung.  The air roared and, in a flash of light, the pew behind Ellen exploded into pieces.  Ellen ducked down to avoid the splinters and landed face-down on the cold stones of the floor.  Looking under the pews, she found Alex approaching, gasping and crying in her fury.  It reminded Ellen of Carolyne stalking toward her with the power of death held tightly in her hand.

            Alex stared at her opponent, his large body at rest on the ground, soaked in blood.  She had left him with a gash across his broad, hairy chest.  It should have been the end of it, but he sneered as he rose to meet her.

            Behind her was Shana, bloodied and bruised, limping at her.  She held one arm which had nearly been ripped from her body.  Blood dribbled from her fractured nose.  She shuffled swiftly in an attempt to keep pace with Alex.  They were walking together when Goliath had appeared.  Shana made a charge, but he dismissed her with a single blow.

            This time, Alex took the lead.  She charged him and lunged, but Goliath side-stepped the attack.  He taunted her as he moved, goaded her as he danced around her.  She spun around and called on her Voice.  In a blaze of light one of the pillars was sliced in two.

            Goliath fell but stared up at her, confident, as she put her foot to his chest.  She poised her blade for his throat.  He had died once, but it didn’t stick.  Staring into his eyes, she saw the malevolence in them.  This time, he wouldn’t listen.  Despite this, she still hesitated.

 

: Bridges :

 

            Alex stood over Ellen, her blade inches from Ellen’s throat.  They both panted from exertion, Ellen crying, pleading, begging for sanctuary against Alex’s uncompromising, empty stare.  Ellen stared up the gleaming silver length of Alex’s Voice and knew that she could die, that she would die, if Alex wasn’t stop.  Her gaze darted from corner to corner, searching even the shadows for answer, but there was nothing.  The walls watched stoically, and here she would die without meaning and without anyone to remember him.  She fixed her gaze on Alex’s dark, hollow eyes and didn’t see her friend inside.

            They stayed like this for a few long moments, Alex shaking, her blade a hair’s length from Ellen’s flesh.  Then, she winced and grimaced, a curse sounding under her breath.  Lifting her blade, she swiped the air and stormed away screaming.  “Damn it! Why can’t I? Why can’t I do this?”  She sliced a nearby pew in half and let the pieces collapse onto the dusty floor while Ellen shuffled away on her hands and knees.

            Ellen took refuge behind a nearby pillar and watched Alex flail aimlessly at the air.

            “Why wouldn’t you listen?” Alex turned, her eyes fixed once more on Ellen kneeling behind the pillar.  “Why do you have to keep coming at me? Why do you have to keep fighting us? Why?”

            Ellen stood slowly on weak knees.  “Alex, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

            “Just stay way!  Stay away from us! If you insist on fighting, then I won’t hold back anymore.”

            Ellen stumbled away, retreating back into the shadow of the overhang.  There, she turned and ran, tripping on the way before she reached the winding staircase and hitting her knee.  Blood seeped from the fresh wound, and she had to sit back and yell before scrambling back to her feet.

            Looking over her shoulder, she saw Alex standing in the silence and staring at the ground.  Ellen let out a shallow breath and stumbled toward the stairs.  Pain shot up her spine with every step.  Seizing the handrail, she pulled herself up the stairs in a hurry and hoped that Alex couldn’t follow.

 

: Bridges :

 

            Alex stood at the cathedral’s center, fractured pews scattered around her, some still baring fresh, smoldering wounds from her spiritual power expressed.  Her Voice was at her side, gleaming faintly with waning heat.  The brace about her wrist caught the dim light cast by the torches and reflected it back.

            Goliath laid bloodied before her, his body cradled between the broken husk of a pew.  She didn’t remember killing him but saw no one else around who could have.  There was a large gash cut across his body.  Blood pooled around his enormous form, seeping into the stonework and making a long, circuitous pattern around him.  It beaded in the hair of his chest.  His eyes were open, pale and blank, his empty gaze fixed on her.

            She cried but didn’t understand why.  He was the one who had died, not her, nor someone close to her.  She wiped her eyes and released her Voice, allowing it to disappear in a dazzling display of light, and she stared at the body, her shoulders sagging, her hair in her eyes.  Once, he had been alive, but she had changed that, turned him to a pale imitation of life, the warmth faded and the skin grown waxy.

            It was hard to breathe.  She braced against a nearby pillar and vomited.  Her throat burned.  She stayed bent, panting and sobbing, wiping her mouth free of saliva and mucus, and she spit out her remaining bile.  The taste stuck on her tongue.  She looked at Goliath again, shuddered, and then turned away.

            She walked until she tripped, stumbled over another body.  Looking down, she found Carolyne at her feet, or what remained of her.  The body was similar to that of her friend’s, the hair similar in color, but she was ripped down the center, her entrails cold and dark between the two severed halves.  They pumped lethargically, the life ebbing from them.  Alex’s feet felt wet and cold.

            Staggering away, she caught herself against the pillar and held tight to it as her body was wracked with shivers.  She stammered, staring at Carolyne’s sundered corpse, blood splattered like a halo around it.  Using the pillar for support, Alex sunk down to her knees.  She wanted to look away, but she could not.  She whispered to herself, soothing as best she could, as she reached forward with a pale, shaking hand.  Blood ran now from her fingertips, from her knees.  She stopped to regard her hands, bloody and warm.  Alex scrubbed at her palms, rubbed them against the stonework and against her pants, but it just smeared the blood around.  She gave a renewed sob.  “Oh no.  Oh God.  What have I done? No, no, no, no, no.”

            She stood and ran for the door.  The air stunk now of old blood and rotted flesh.  She stopped at the door, now held shut by a more terrifying image still.  Three bodies were suspended along the door by long, thin metal spikes.  To the left was a pale body with slender limbs and long, long tawny hair.  The spikes were run through the throat, shoulders, and guts.  Two more were worked in through the wrists.  The waves of the hair were parted and clumped by dried blood.

            From the right door hung the unmistakable form of Shana.  Wearing the tattered pajamas, stained by blood and violence, that carried her through the Emotion, she was suspended by a large metal rod rammed through the core of her, between her partially exposed breasts and right through the breastbone.  Two more spikes supported her at the shoulders, and two more were worked into her waist, through the hip bone.

            Between them, suspended slightly lower and almost within reach, was a small body still dripping blood.  It had dark hair and pale skin, eyes like enormous marbles, black and empty as they watched Alex without judgment, without life.  There were too many spears worked into this body to count at a glance.  It looked to Alex like a human pin cushion, and she recognized it only on instinct.

            Alex fell to her knees, sobbing and gasping, screaming when she got the air.  Her screams were the wounded wail of a lonely animal, of a lost child, of a survivor resenting their own survival.  When oxygen ran thin, she fell into writhing gasps that forced convulsions on her body before collapsing onto her back and staring at the ceiling, alone.

            The sky opened.  Shadows parted long enough for a flash to fill the room.  Glass shattered, the stained shards landing around her, bouncing and shimmering like chromatic diamonds.  A shadow passed over her and landed hard beside her.  Alex leapt to her feet on instinct and rolled to the side.  She fell hard into a pew but hardly felt it as the body came into view.  It was long-legged and very pretty.  Blood and glass had gathered in its blond hair, and as its head lulled toward her, she could see bruising across the pale, dead face.  Its teeth were knocked in.  Its skull was split open.

            Alex wheezed.  Looking around at her failure, she found all the bodies watching her.  Her voice evaporated inside of her as she sunk down and stared ahead, gaze fixed on the far wall, the rest of her world dissolving into periphery.  She sat there, surrounded by the bodies of friends and enemies whom she had been unable to save.

 

: Bridges :

 

            Ellen wheezed as she stumbled up the stairs.  They seemed to be never ending, and her injuries only made the climb worse.  Adrenaline carried her, though, as did the fear of being caught by Alex in this manic state her friend was in.  From where she was, Ellen could see the cathedral’s second floor and swore it was no closer than when she had started climbing.  She gripped the handrailing and stared up at the ceiling, however, refusing to look back down.

            Alex was on the first floor, screaming and crying in a corner that Ellen couldn’t see.  She sounded awful, so awful that Ellen hesitated.  This hesitation died in the memory of Alex’s uncompromising dark eyes and the violence she was capable of.  She remembered the way Alex’s blade gleamed.

            Ellen sighed.  She was near the top.  A red light spilled out and onto the stairs.  Alex had said that Abraham was there with them, but Ellen had yet to see her.  The first floor was too dangerous for a real search, and while the second floor offered sanctuary, Ellen doubted that Abraham would be waiting up there.  She wondered what state they would find Abraham in, if Abraham could be found at all.

            Her bones ached and her lungs burned, but Ellen ignored the ache and the burn and pulled herself higher, toward light and away from the sad, lonely wails of her friend below.

 

: Bridges :

 

            Alex crawled her way to the door, nose crinkled, the smell of iron and rot thick in her nostrils.  Alicia hung, suspended above her.  Blood caked the jagged steel imbedded in her body and pooled at the tip.  Tiny red pearls had splattered across the floor.  A few hit Alex on the head, cold and slick.

            Next, Alex stood and swallowed a sob.  Another droplet hit her forehead and made a slow crawl down her skin.  At standing, Alex’s head was at level with Alicia’s ruptured chest.  She reached up and grabbed at a spike with both hands.  The sharp form of the steel dug into her palms and left a shallow laceration as she tightened her grip.  Dried blood flaked off underneath her fingers.

            Bracing against the door with one foot and planting the other against the floor, Alex gave a tug.  The steel rod broke smoothly, and she fell to the floor, half a rusted spike clattering across the stonework at her side.  The rest remained firmly imbedded in the door, the very edge of it visible inside of Alicia’s pale, waxy flesh.

            Alicia’s corpse clicked its cold, dry tongue.  Bright, foggy eyes rolled around in gaunt sockets and stared down at Alex through clumped tawny hair.  “Poor, little Alex, just can’t let things lie buried where they belong.  Always pulling open the closets to find the skeletons inside.”

            “Alicia?”

            “Your entire life you sat wallowing in your own pity, keeping to the dark corners of the room, never leaving, never living, and the moment you go out and make the effort, you go and get yourself killed,” Shana’s corpse said crustily from the other door.  “How many people have died for you now?”

            “She didn’t kill me,” Alicia’s corpse said, “But she sure as hell couldn’t save me, either.”

            Alex held back tears.  Her stomach ached she had cried so hard that she was about to wretch again.  It took solid, slow breaths to calm her, and those were hard to come by.  She held her hand to her mouth and swallowed bile.  “I didn’t.”

            Shana’s corpse cackled.  “Oh, poor thing, we’re making her cry.  That’s what you do when you lose someone, isn’t it, Alex?  You curl up and you cry and you worry about how sad you are and how alone you are, and you never give one single thought to the dead.  All of your thoughts belong to you and yourself.”

            “She always was selfish,” Alicia’s corpse said.  It stared emptily at Alex’s quivering body.  “I was sick, Alex, sick, and still you depended on me, used me, hung on me like the parasite you are.  Come to think of it, maybe you did kill me after all.”

            “I didn’t!”

            “You killed me,” called a high, hoarse voice from behind her.  Turning, Alex shuffled away into the solid form of a pew.  Slowly, and with stiffness belonging to the dead, Ellen’s corpse turned its head about and cast its pearly eyes on Alex.  It had a large smile that showed all of its bloody, broken teeth.  “I wouldn’t be here if I had never met you, and I wouldn’t be dead if you had been there to protect me.”

            “If only you had the strength to stop Carolyne in the first place,” said Shana’s corpse from the doorway, “Then none of us would be here.”

            “If only,” Ellen’s corpse added with a rasping laugh.

            Alex pushed up from the pew and ran around Ellen’s body, ducking between pews and coming to a halt as two more corpses turned their dead eyes on her.  “You spent so much time trying to fight me,” Goliath’s corpse called from ahead, its head bouncing as it tried lift-up to look at her.

            “Shut up!”  Alex fell to her knees before Carolyne’s blank, empty eyes.  This corpse didn’t say anything at all, and at the back of her mind, Alex felt deep down that was so much worse.  Curling up, she hugged her knees and continued to cry.

            A cold hand came to rest on Alex’s shoulder.  Slowly, with effort, the fingers curled gently, and Alex turned to look up into Alicia’s corpse’s face.  “It’s okay, though, we never expected you to survive without us, anyway.  You aren’t a survivor, Alex.  You’re a coward, and a weakling, and even among us, you’re the deadest body in the room.”

            Another hand, cold and rigid, alighted on the other shoulder, and something with Shana’s voice whispered into Alex’s ear, “You’re already dead with us, Alex, in spirit, so why not go all the way? Cross that final line and really commit.  You can’t live with one foot in the grave forever, and you said not so long ago that life is all about making decisions and sticking to them, didn’t you?”

            Alex fixed her vision on Carolyne’s corpse.  It didn’t stare back.  It sat limp, motionless, empty eyes without judgment.  A shadow fell over her like an omen and, when she looked up, she saw something wearing Abraham’s tiny frame.  Cheeks sunken, neck twisted at an odd angle, it said, “You promise you would protect me, and you couldn’t.  You’re not strong enough to protect me, Alex, you’re not strong enough to protect anyone.  But it’s okay, because we’re here to protect you, now.  We’re here to help.”

            “No,” Alex whined when she finally found her voice, and she hugged her knees more tightly to her chest.  “No.  No!”  She hid her face between her legs and kept repeating the word as her mantra.  She repeated it until the voices died in the dead air, and she kept repeating it as the hands retreated. 

Once alone, she lifted her head, she found Carolyne’s corpse now eying her.  It sat up and shuffled toward Alex, stopping with their foreheads together, their lips nearly touching.  Alex couldn’t feel its breath, and she thought for a moment how strange that was, but then she remembered that it was dead, and she could smell the death on it and, beneath that, cigarette smoke.  Carolyne’s corpse grabbed Alex by the head and screamed, “You should have died back there, not me!"

 

: Bridges :

 

Ellen ran as much from the screams as from Alex’s vengeful strikes.  She hobbled to the top of the stairs and there came to a stop, breathing hard and hanging from the rail.  The second floor was a long, wide platform with four torches lit to show the surface.  Gargoyle’s watched from the walls, their gemstone eyes catching the light and shining.  A large red stone was set into the center of the platform, its surface producing a light of its own.

There was a short, stocky woman with close-cut hair and a boyish face at rest beside the large, liquid-like gemstone at the platform’s center.  She sat with her legs crossed and her eyes closed.  Ellen though her quite beautiful, in a non-traditional way.  The woman was at ease, her repose in meditation as she whispered to herself in a quiet voice tinged with remorse.

Ellen sat watching her while gathering her breath.  She thought to go back down until she heard Alex’s continued screaming.  Using the railing for support, she pushed herself to standing and limped across the platform, toward the shining gemstone and the woman.  As she approached, she slowed and winced so that her eyes could adjust to the light.

            Suffer.  Guilt.

            She stopped a few feet shy of the woman and strained to hear the woman’s whispers.  Leaning forward, she gazed into the gemstone and found a body inside.  It was a small body, with dark hair fanned out around it in a black halo.  The bright red light bled into the white of its body.  It was difficult to see at first, but Ellen recognized the body to be Abraham at rest, curled up into a fetal position and caught in the gemstone like a bug might be caught in amber.

            Doubt and death.

            That caught Ellen’s attention, and she looked to the woman now while Alex cried below.  Alex’s words, though muffled, were those of someone begging, and it slowly fell into place as Ellen made the connection.  She didn’t understand everything, but she knew enough to realize that this woman was in no way normal, and also this woman was somehow hurting her friend.

            Standing in the red below of the gem’s light, Ellen watched the woman and listened to her whisper, repeating the same words like a mantra.  From what Ellen could tell, the woman didn’t possess the raw, destructive force of someone like Carolyne, but Ellen didn’t know what this woman could be like with her eyes open.

            Gathering herself, Ellen took a deep breath and lifted her chin to look confident.  “I can do this,” she whispered to herself, and then more loudly, and also more confidently—she hoped—she said, “You!  You’re the one hurting Alex, aren’t you?”

            The woman didn’t respond.  She simply continued her chanting.

            Ellen frowned at the woman’s lack of response and reached out timidly to shove her.  “Hey, I’m talking to you.”

            The woman jerked into wakefulness and looked on Ellen in mixed horror and surprise.  Falling backward, she shuffled away from Ellen and toward the platform’s railing.  “You!  How are you here?”

            Ellen’s stomach did a flipflop.  She felt like running but didn’t have the energy to do it, so she stood her ground.  “You’re hurting Alex, aren’t you?  Stop it!”

            “I wasn’t hurting her, but I was…” The woman stood and rounded the gem, putting it between herself and Ellen.  The red-light made a mask of shadows that distorting her boyish features into something demonic.  “I can’t let you take her.”

            Ellen looked down at Abraham’s sleeping form, unmoving in the gemstone.  “Why not? What do you need her for?  Because that Abel guy wants to become a god?”

            “She will save mankind,” said the woman.  “Not directly, but she is vital to our progress.  With her, Abel will ascend, and he will bring the world with him after.  This is just the first step, but it is the most important.  With him as our example, not only will he be a god, but we will all become gods.”

            Ellen put her hands on her hips and stared at the woman overtop the gemstone.  “Gods? You’re doing all of this for that? Doesn’t that seem a bit silly to you?”

            “Silly?  It’s necessary, and it is inevitable.  We will all become gods in our own right, someday, and have been moving toward it since Eve first tasted of the fruit.  We’re just giving humanity the push it needs.”

            “Okay, but why? I mean, what right do we have to become gods? And assuming we even can, how does hurting us, killing us, or kidnapping her help anyone at all? Wouldn’t that just, I don’t know, make us worse?  Wouldn’t that take us in the opposite direction?”  Ellen pointed down at Abraham and shouted, “You tell me how in the hell this is supposed to be helping Abraham!”

            The woman went quiet.  She stared at Ellen for a long moment. “Abraham?”

            “You don’t even know her name?”

            The woman’s gaze followed Ellen’s finger.  “I didn’t even know that she had a name.”

            “Really?”  Ellen frowned. “Well, she does.  She’s just like you.  She’s alive and breathing, and she bleeds, and she feels, and she came to me, lost and scared and alone, and she was running.  From you people!”

            “I thought she was just a catalyst.”  The woman said it without certainty or conviction.

            “Catalyst, gods, and all of this nonsense!  Look at this, look at where you are, and look at what you’re doing, and think, really think about all of this, and tell me it’s right.”

            “I was just trying to…”  The woman looks up into Ellen’s eyes.  Her tears catch the light.  “I was just trying to help us, to fix us.”

            “People aren’t broken.  You can’t just fix us, and you definitely can’t do it like this.  You want to make the world better, the only way to do it is by being better.”

            “You,” the woman’s voice died in her throat.  She leaned back and held her temples, staring into the hazy red light of the gem.  Abraham slept inside soundly, a child tucked into bed, a god at rest.  “You’re right,” she said, “We’ve gone too far.”

            Ellen smiled.  “I am, so come and help me to get her out of there.”

            The woman, surprised by Ellen’s candor, laughed.  “Alright, I guess I can do that much.”

            The shadows on her face spread and merged with the shadows behind her, forming into a solid mass.  Her head jerked back and, from the ground below, the shadows lurched.  They speared her through the chest.  Blood sprayed from her in a fountain from her neck and rained down across the red gemstone, obscuring the light.  It ran down her torso and thighs.  She gurgled, hovering a few inches from the ground, and then fell.

            Crest appeared from the shadows.  They slid off him like oil and formed into a cape.  He examined Carla with his cold, dark eyes and smiled mirthlessly.  “You always had a big heart, Carla, and now it’s all over the floor.”

            Ellen stood, shaking, and stared, while Carla clawed at the stonework and struggled for breath.  She mouthed for Ellen to run but it was pointless.  Her air had run out.  All she could muster was a desperate wheeze before she went still.  Ellen’s legs felt wet and warm as they gave out from under her.

            Crest turned his smile on her. “And there you go, just like a child.”  He laughed.  “But, then, fear is never flattering, is it? Well, no point in wasting an immobile target, is there?”  The shadows curled.  He lifts his hand and they swept forward, mimicking his movement.  From the darkness appeared a slender fin that flowered forward like water, the edge a fine blade.

            Ellen watched the shadows flow toward her, watched their gradual progress as they spread around the gemstone.  Her heartbeat lasted an eternity.  She saw her life stretched out before her, the entirety of it, the good, the bed, and everything else, and one thought preoccupied her mind: “I’m going to die.”  It played on repeat.

            The room grew dark as the torch to her right was snuffed.  Death grew closer, a sweeping form rushing at her.  There was a gleam and flash, and a purple disc landed at her feet.  It cast a solid light that repelled the shadows, which rushed against it like water crashing against the shore.  They met with tidal force, and the shadows fanned harmlessly around her.

            Strong arms encased her and lifted her.  Ellen landed a few feet away, nearer to the stairs, and then was deposited carefully to the floor.  Isaac kneeled beside her and held her by the shoulder.  Their gazes met, and she stared back with the uncertainty of a newborn.  He was breathless.  “Ellen! Are you okay?”

            Legs wet, heart racing, Ellen struggled for breath.  The words were lost in her.  She nodded.

            “Thank God.” He hugged her.  “I didn’t know if I would make it in time.”

            “I think you did.”  Ellen spoke absently as she hugged him back.  Her arms were weak.  She didn’t want to let go. “Isaac, you saved me!”

            “Actually, I think you saved me.”  Isaac stood and conjured his other chakram as he turned toward Crest.  “I’ll explain later.  First, I need to settle this.”

            Crest’s featured changed upon seeing Isaac.  His smile grew earnest and vicious as the shadows around him boiled.  “Van’s child!”

            “Ellen, things are dangerous here, and they are about to get worse.”  He extended his free hand and his first chakram dislodged itself from the ground and returned to him.  He caught it by the grip at its center.  “You go, and you take Abraham with you.  I’ll take care of him.”

            “Right.” Ellen stood and, once she was certain her legs would support her, added, “Thank you, Isaac.”  She walked hesitantly forward, eyes on Crest.  He passed Abraham absently, his gaze fixed wholly on Isaac.

            Ellen stopped beside the gemstone and looked inside.  It was built into the cathedral, or more accurately, the cathedral was built around it.  The surface was smooth and had no discernable openings.  It clearly wasn’t meant to be removed.  She ran her fingers along the surface, seeking a place to grip it that she feared wasn’t there.