Subject:  Interlude: In the prison of the mind... |
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Date Posted: 19:01:55 01/21/01 Sun
Meanwhile...
Montrose watched, a cruel smile playing across her lips as her armies swept forward...Eh?
Only then did she notice the tears falling from her eyes, tracing their way down her cheeks. She impatiently brushed them away, then smirked.
What's the matter, Heather dear? Not happy with our little "agreement" anymore?...
The inside of Heather's mind was a changed place. Gone was the quiet house, the lonely seashore. Heather--the real Heather Montrose, or at least her personality--now hung from the ceiling by her wrists, bare feet dangling a foot off the floor, dried blood trickled down her arms where the shackles'd cut inot her, staning the now-tattered white gown. The room was bitterly cold, and lit by a series of blinding white lights which seemed to bore through her.
"This...this isn't...what I agreed to!!", Heather screamed, choking back sobs. She'd tried to break free of Lyunea's grip after Edward's last visit--and the next thing she knew she wound up here. She'd cried, begging for mercy--only to have the one she'd called "Matron" laugh at her. She wouldn't let Lyunea have the satisfaction of seeing her cry again.
"Oh, but it is," Lyunea replied, invisible, the voice booming all around Heather's helpless form. "We'd agreed that once you'd gained the power you sought, you'd serve me for a period of three years. Of course," she said, smiling, "I forgot to mention at the time that I had been deliberately supressing your innate magical talents, so that you'd be desperate enough to sign on with me...but those're the breaks, right?..."
"But WHY?!"
"Because you're the only person I've found who can survive being possessed by me for more than a few weeks. Most people would have burned out long ago...but your body has served me quite well. But if it makes you feel better--your term of service is almost up." She laughed, the sound sending a chill down Heather's spine. "As soo as i have you cast the spell hat will allow my true form to enter this world...your services will no longer be required. And since you've served me so well--you'll be the very last thing that I destroy."
"BITCH!!" Heather spat, the tears flowing once more.
"Now...is that any way to treat your "mentor", Heather dear? Now how, shall I punish you?...Oh, how about I release a few more supressed memories of what "you" did while I occupied your body? Like that "graduation party" I threw for Victor and his friends? That was a particular favorite of mine..."
"No!!...Please, I'm sorry....DON'T--"
But it was too late, the image playing through her mind already, Heather helpless to stop it.
"Have fun..." and with that, Lyunea faded.
Heather sobbed as the image played, inbidden, throuh her memories...
Edward? Someone--ANYONE?? Help me....please...
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