Pearly Weapons

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asyluminkurain:

“No…” [Maya clings to her form her swall of emotions, her energy, unwilling to admit that it was over.] “I am not going to let her get away with that! I am not going to… I can’t… she won’t… she… I…”

[But when Pearl’s touch reaches out to her and she felt her cousin gently calling and leading her back, Maya, her senses slowly beginning to clear, has to realize that, yes, this was over, Dahlia had gotten away, she was gone, gone, gone, a person was dead and Dahlia was gone and there was nothing Maya could do, nothing.]

“I…I…”

[Slowly, Maya allowed Pearl to draw her back, back into her body, among the living and her eyes began to clear, as life returned to them and color and expression returned to her face. Tears appeared in Maya’s eyes just as soon as they looked like those of a living being again and her hands immediately… clutched to fists…]

“I… failed…”

[She kept whispering those words to herself, not moving from spot, as tears slowly ran down her face and she began to shake her head,]

“I failed again, I lost, I couldn’t do a thing, I was useless… I failed, I failed, I failed…”

[She had wanted to bring Dahlia’s existence to an end for all eternity, no matter the costs… But what did she reach now…?]

[He hoped and begged for Maya to come back to her body, for Pearls to be strong again to drag her back, and when Maya finally came back to her senses, when her body started moving again, he felt relieved.]

No…

[He murmured, fighting the darkness again, slowly sitting up, even if the only thing he wanted to do right now was sleeping.]

You saved my life, Maya… without you, I would have died, I-

[He wanted to get up but suddenly his sight got all blurry again and he sank down on his knees, still breathing hard.]

Shit… we have to leave before… [He grimaced.] …before anyone finds the girl.

We have to go home… quickly.

[Pearl looks sadly on the body of her fellow medium]

She was my friend, Mister Nick.

It feels wrong to just… leave her here.

[She sighs]

But I don’t think we have a choice.

[And the girl breaks away from her cousin, kneels by the girl’s side, and says a small prayer for her, touching the center of her chest gently. Then, with a heavy sigh, she rises again and rejoins her family]

Another thing to add to the list of things that I will never forgive Dahlia for.