Struggle Across the Tyrannical Dawn

Things had been moving quickly all morning, returning to the book store, the fire, the hiden bookstore under a bookstore. I had gone with the flow, why not, things seemed to be going along ok, even if they were a bit choatic, it was a plus that things weren't well planed. It made me feel more comfortable about being here.

I knew that eventually things would become strict and controled, but until then I could hang out and help, things certainly needed cleaning around here. I sighed and wondered how long I'd be able to pretend that I could join these people, the organization they wanted to make, I knew that the girly man in the kamono felt that my veiws on life and control where childish, what did he know, he was just another want to be Diablo, no, the only way to be truly free is to be chaotic, everything else was just levels of control.

Of course things just got interesting again. “What… the hell is he talking about?” she stammered, “Somethings wrong with our leader you guys.” She tried to sell it with a laugh.

I looked over at him, something was going on. I walked over and reached down to him. "Hey." I said.

 

Ares sighs and turns towards the siren. "So tell me is anything he said true, miss siren? I highly doudt that he would just go insane for no reason. Oh, well, this could work in our favor. I'm sure you know more about Devil's weaknesses, being his wife and all."

......I don't think the anarchy kid is going to like this. The fool believes in chaos. I wonder if I can get Tattee to change his mind......

 

She slowly walked backwards, her steps bringing her higher.

“Of course it’s not true! How do you know all this bull**** wasn’t his insanity? Have I given you any reason to believe his lies?” she huffed, feigning the insult. She looked from Ares back to Jack, and quickly stopped.

“I’m going for a smoke.” She hissed angrily. Turning her back and starting up the rest of the stairwell.

 

Allan opened his eyes, but couldn't be brought back to the world. The images were continuing to flash back and forth. The boy in the basement, their son, being abused, Diablo being forced by his wife to whatever she wanted by abuse, and the woman killing innocent people.
"She is the queen of this kingdom," he managed to say, "She is the one for all of this......."
No more images, just silence, he closed his eyes, and he pass out.

 

I didn't know, quiet what was happening but I knew it had gotten her angry, and I glared at Ares. "Some people don't know when to keep their mouths shut." I said angerly at him. The bastard had better learn quickly. I made to follow her. I hoped she'd calm down after a moment. Mad didn't suit her.

I paused at the foot of the stairs to look down at the store owner. "You should see if he's ok." I said not careing to much and followed her up the stairs.

 

Ares walks over and checks Allen's pulse. She seemd to be alright, but he will probably need some rest. Ares sits down at the table and starts reading some of the books.

........She is Devil's wife. Her reaction to his statement showed that it was probably true, and the way she acted to my statement proved that she is. Its too bad anarchy kid doesn't seem to be able to see it through his feelings for her. I wonder how long it will take for his child-like mentally to finally shatter, and he sees the world for what it is......

Ares looks down at Allen and says "Its too bad you don't have better control of that power of yours."

 

Her body was shaking by the time she got out the door. Her hands shook, but not with anger. She wasn’t angry, in fact she was the opposite. She was happy for the first time in her sh*tty existence. She pulled the dagger from her hand. A line of blood clung to her palm, and a droplet fell to the ground. She couldn’t help but smile. She turned around, stopping her slow walk to look at Jake. He was a sweet kid, maybe that was his problem.

“Care to take a walk with me?” she asked with a genuine grin.

 

Allan opened his eyes slowly. His head hurt a little, but he was fine. He wasn't prepared for what he had seen. Maybe because he was off guard at that moment. His grandfather had taught him to be more prepared for these things and never be off guard. But he also had been babied and sheltered by his grandfather with the tags.
Allan looked around the room.
"Where is Jack?" Allan asked.

 

“Care to take a walk with me?” she asked with a genuine grin.

I smiled back until I noticed she was bleeding, without thinking I clutched her hand. "Did you just cut yourself?" I asked, not able to look her in the eye. I couldn't after asking such a blunt question. I noticed the Dagger in her hand. I realized quickly that she would probably freek out at the touch even though we had slept in the same bed. I gently realeased her hand. "Sorry." I said looking up at her, seeing someone that she wasn't, some one that she could never be, and not careing. If only in my mind, she could bring her back to life for me.

 

Ares looks over at Allen. "He chased after his girlfriend. They're probably long gone by now. Though, they might come back. For now, it looks like its just the two of us against Devil. Well, atleast until miss commander comes back, anyways. So, do you have any plans?"

 

Her heart hammered as he pulled away, and she quickly grabbed it with her good hand. She pulled him towards her and her eyes glistened with her inner happiness.

“Would you mind if I showed you something love?” she cooed. Her voice went harmonic, sending a shiver down her own spine. Beauty could be uttered even by a nasty crow.

“Would you follow me, even after those accusations?”

 

Allan looked at Ares.
"I honestly don't have any plans, but I have a way to get Jack back safely," Allan said, "Anyone who walks in here is welcomed, you can't come inside the bookstore anymore if you aren't welcome, but to trap that unwelcome fellow you just simply..."
Allan walked up to one of the books hiding a tag. He grabbed a pen.
"Right there name on this tag and wallah," Allan said.
Suddenly the Siren Queen was trapped in a paper cage of tags. She had been teleported here by the tags.
"But the only way to get them here by teleportation is if they touch me, which she did and so now she is here in those tags....she won't be able to use her abilities and if she tries to escape the bookstore won't be very happy," Allan said, "My grandfather was a spiritualist and had more power then anyone could imagine...you wouldn't know how many curses have been placed on this bookstore...grandpa was paranoid, but he was wise."

 

"Of course." I said, and gave her a faint smile. "Not to sure about those two nutt jobs anyways, they don't seem to be doing to good a job with this whole lead a rebelion thing anyways." I said, looking into her smiling eyes.

"You don't ever have to go back you know," I started and then added. "We don't have to go back." Slightly quieter, still smiling. And then she was just gone. And i stood their alone, confused, and hurt. What happened.

 

Ares grins and says "Yes, he apperantly was. Its no wonder you chose this place to be the headquarters. Hey, Allen, what do you believe is the best government? Afterall, you can't just take down Devil, and have nothing to take his place. If you do, everyone with an ounce of ambition would start fighting to take over."

 

Allan took out one of the leather bound books of his grandfather. Etched as the title it read: The Government Shall.
"This will be my replacement," Allan said, "Its everything my grandfather thought of what would be a good government and what government laws should be passed and what should be destroyed."

 

Ares grins and says "The big question is, how much power should be given to the regular people? You know, the same people that put Devil into power to begin with."

.......The people should be free, and be allowed to succeed. However, democracies never work. They are far too easily conned and never seem to be able to keep their government in check.......

 

Allan opened the book.
"The idea is simple democracy, but not total democracy....one man or many men are never able to stay with such a complex system....no this is half democracy and half government owned...there will be no fancy bells and whistles like the government now, but there will be some limits," Allan paused, "Democracy would mean you could do whatever you want and that wouldn't be wise....you need to set limits on how much of everything you can do."
Allan looked at Ares and handed him the book.
"You can continue if you want," Allan said, "I'm going to touch her again to see if I can extract anything else."

 

She could hear their conversation and it only angered her. Her vision was low, but her ears worked just fine.

“Oh please!” she hissed, “Like you’ll ever accomplish anything you simple minded fools! What power do you have? A fire-starter and a psycho freak. You've no chance.”

She didn’t care to hide her thoughts anymore. She was tired of being here and she was tired of living with these simpletons. She wanted to go back home.

“Let. Me. Go.”

"I'm going to touch her again to see if I can extract anything else."

She hissed again.

"You'll do no such thing! I can speak. It's called asking."

 

I stood paralized for a long moment and then my mind began to work. The way they had treated her, what that basta$& had said to her, it must have been them. I reached behind my back and checked the pistol, locked and loaded, I removed the safety and stuck it carefully back into my pants. "I won't let her die again." I promised myself and returned quickly to the front of the bookstore, opened the door and walked to the secret entrence to the hidden book store. I walked down the stairs slowly, eyes locked in a glare, hand ready to reach back and grab the gun if needed. Mixxed images of both women appeared and dissapeared as my mind locked in on one thought, revenge, revenge for her, not letting anyone hurt her again.

I stopped at the bottom of the stairs and looked up at her, then to the two men reasponsible. "What the H#$$ do you think you are doing!" I said and it wasn't a question, more of a statement. "If you harm one hair on her I'll kill you both, I swear it." I promised, my hand itching to go for the gun, they deserved to die, it'd be so easy, take the girly man first, then the store owner. I resisted, something keeping me from doing it.

 

"Hmm. So basically, you're thinking of a republic. Kinda like the roman republic, before it became an empire. Me and you could work out an interesting idea to create a new government. We might be able to pull off something worthwhile." He hears the siren's comments. "You really don't get how a rebellion works do you?" says Ares with a grin.

 

Allan walked towards the woman with his hand out stretched wide. He looked at Jack and he clucked his tongue.
"I will not be hurting her head, I will not make her bleed, all I will be doing is extracting every thought she has," Allan paused, "And I will transfers it all to you."
Allan touched the woman once again and images flashed through his head.
It was their wedding. Diablo was dressed in a black leather robe and she was dressed in a black silk dress. Her hair was styled wildly with a bun on one side and a pigtail on the other. She held a child in her hands. It was the stupid man beside her and her son. The baby began to cry and she shut it up by clasping its mouth together.
"Say Diablo, why don't you stop working for the congress and start being the leader?" she said, "I have some amazing policies."
Diablo smiled at her.
The image disappeared and another image flashed.
She was dragging her son all the way down the hall. She was done with breast feeding and the child no longer needed her. She threw him down into the prison cells at the age of five. If he made any noise she would let him have it. She wondered what she would do if the boy went death though. His ears were not as good as they use to be after she made his ears bleed so much.

 

I reach quickly drawing out the gun and pointing it at the storekeeper, I knew that was the wrong move but I wasn't about to care, the fire guy was the real threat but he was no where near her. "Stop it!" I yelled, my hands shaking, "Or.. I will kill you, leave her alone!" I said my finger tightening a bit on the trigger. "Don't think I won't, I said, my consentration solidifying, I tightened my finger some more. I was sure that I'd hit him somewhere.

 

She growled and struggled against his touch as she could see what he was seeing. He was edging into business that wasn’t his own.

“Shoot him!” she yelled to Jake as she eyed him with feigned tears, “They were hurting me!” she cried. The tears came in thick drops, “Please… let me go.” She whimpered. She couldn't help the giddy feeling inside her.

 

Diablo got elected today and she had to show her appreciation with her first law.
"You'll get me some pyscho soldiers and control the city," she said.
Diablo just smiled and together they tortured a innocent child of traitorous acts. That day they announced the many traitors. And passed on the law of citizen control.

 

Her crying out was the last straw. I pulled the trigger. The gun kicked, and I saw a hole appear in the wall. I had missed from so close. I stumbled back supprised by the kick, it was my first time fireing a gun. I tripped backwards over the stairs and aimed again, stopped, and plunged the room into an illusionary darkness. "I won't miss again." I promised her and moved quickly and quietly against a wall, I could't see him, but I'd have to get close to shoot him, vary close.