I was staring at a blank wall, black, covered in dust. I could feel every breath tightly against my ribs. A song, Non Regrette Rien, was playing softly in the background from an old record player I had. I felt myself start to feel dizzy, the withdrawls coming quickly, and I tried to focus on the song, and focus on staying awake.
Non, rien de rien, non, je ne regrette rien
Ni le bien qu`on m`a fait, ni le mal
Tout ca m`est bien egal
Non, rien de rien, non, je ne regrette rien
C`est paye, balaye, oublie, je me fous do passe
Avec mes souvenirs j`ai allume le feu
Mes shagrins, mes plaisirs,
Je n`ai plus besoin d`eux
I suddenly doubled over, muscles clenching, hunger clawing at my stomach. I tried to ball my hands into fists, rubbing my fingers over my clammy palms. "Quelle au diable." I muttered, looking down. My hands were shaking, again, and the room felt like it was spinning. I sat down, with a bit of trouble, resting against the dark, dusty wall. My head pounded, and my ame drifted from my body, consciousness barely hanging on. I breathed in, deep, raspy breaths, turned off the music, and started to recite, trying to stay grounded.
"Je m’appelle Devacier. Je suis un Thek. Un Rêveur, Je suis la révolution."
Morean walked in, noticing me lying on the ground. "Are you alright, Devacier? You're looking paler." My heart started pounding again. "I'm fine." I hissed. "You are supposed to be keeping an eye on the girls." He bowed his head.
"Yes, of course." He tossed me a phone. "We found this on the ginger one."
"Claryn?"
"Yes. She was able to make a call-"
I was on my feet, holding a rapier to his throat in half a heartbeat. I started slowly sucking the oxygen from the room, using my powers, giving me strength. I waited until I saw him turning slightly purple, clamoring for air. "How long was it? And who to?" I demanded. "I don't want the entire Theta at my back, Morean!"
He shook his head. "We- - we don't know." He managed.
"I need those girls to find her, L'héritier, Morean. I need them. Do you understand?"
He nodded, and I let him breathe. But I did not drop the sword. I flicked my wrist, slicing a thin line at his collarbone, just barely drawing blood.
"Disappoint me again, and you will lose your head. Understand? They better not escape, for your sake."
He bowed and left the room.
I crossed the room, setting the rapier at my side and sitting against the wall again. I could feel my strength returning, slowly, but I closed my eyes and started to recite anyway.
" J'à mapelle Devacier. Je suis la révolution. Je suis le début. Je vais les tuer tous."
I repeat the last line again, pounding it into my brain.
Je vais les tuer tous. I will end them all.
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Little challenge for the readers. ;)
Maddie- your move.
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