Death of a Dream
Rogue entered the citadel with tentative steps, every nerve
standing on end with the presence of so much power contained
in one place. She had been granted a special audience this
day, a chance to grasp hold of her last dream or die trying.
The sound of echoing footsteps surrounded her as she made
her way through winding halls. Her own, she wondered, or his
cronies keeping just out of sight? It didn't matter, she decided
firmly, picking up her pace as she came closer to her destination
of the center chamber. She hesitated on the threshold, one
hand grasping the archway as if it held her fate. And indeed,
it did. This was it, she knew. This was where she would cast
her lot in this life. This is where she would throw away her
past and become...what? Something more than what she was,
for certain. For better, for ill? Did it really matter? Did
she have anywhere else to go? No, she knew she didn't. She
could never go back now, it was far too late for repenting.
With a decisive push off the stone archway, she entered the
chamber, eyes straining in the semi-darkness for a glimpse
of the man she had come to see. His features were lost within
the shadowy confines of the high throne, but it didn't matter.
She knew that face as well as she knew her own. She had only
to imagine and she could see him, sitting intently upon the
throne, one hand rubbing the curve of his angular jaw in deep
thought. Yes, she knew he was pondering her at this moment,
even as she pondered him. It had been so many years...would
she even be allowed a chance to speak?
"Why are you here, child?", came the deep, resonant
voice from high above her, interrupting her thought.
"Because you are the only choice I have left",
she responded without hesitation, almost sagging with relief
at the familiar tone of his voice. It was good to know that
something of the man she had cared for still remained.
"And you would choose me only when there is nothing
else left for you?" he asked, with just a hint of ire
in his tone.
"Home is the place that when you go there, they have
to take you in", she answered quietly, evading the question
but answering it nonetheless.
"And you would call this home?" he asked, and she
could almost see the eloquent gesture of his hand through
the air, intimating the citadel around them.
"Ah would", she said firmly, then paused, continuing
in a somewhat more subdued voice. "Ah came here because
ah need your help."
"Hush child, speak no more. We know what you desire."
A rustling came from the blackness above her, a movement of
shadow within shadow, and her heart went cold with fear. That
word.. "we"...it told her all she needed to know.
And though she needed him, what he offered, could she stand
to see him so changed?
And then there was no time for further though as he closed
in upon her, hands outstretched. "You wish to have your
power under control do you not? You know we can do this...and
you know the price....", he trailed off teasingly, hesitating
just a fraction of an inch from touching her.
"Yes", her voice a bare whisper. "Yes, I will
"Always and with all your heart?", he asked mockingly,
the hint of a cold smile toying about his lips.
"Yes", she whispered again, bowing her head with
the weight of the admission. "With all my heart, always."
"Then so let it be done, child. A touch here, a tuck
there....removing the blocks which keep your power just beyond
your control. We can rearrange your neural pathways in such
a way that you will be able to not only control your power,
but use it in ways you never thought possible." He touched
his hands to her temples as he spoke, causing her to flinch
despite her resolve.
A dark chuckle emitted from deep within his throat as he
regarded her with bemused gray-blue eyes. "Come now...are
we so terrible? You once longed for our touch."
She bit down on her lower lip, eyes closing in defeat and
pain. He spoke only too truly, she knew. But then, he was
no longer the man she had once thought she loved. She kept
her silence, waiting for him to continue his work.
"Very well then, child. Without further pretense, let
She shuddered as his mind touched hers, almost reeling from
the sheer power of its presence within her. Her heart was
suddenly gripped by fear as she realized that he could simply
take her mind and twist it, or blow it into a thousand tiny
atoms. She was completely at his mercy. She almost changed
her mind then, in that instant, but it was far too late for
"Bear with us child", came the voice from far away,
somewhere outside the white hot world of her mind. "This
may hurt a little."
The last sound she heard before the blackness claimed her,
were her own screams.
Continued in Chapter
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