Moxy Makes Things

Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. Xael breathed slowly. Inhale. Exhale. Her eyes moved, but nobody noticed. She opened her eyes, needing to blink. Her vision was blurred with sleep. She blinked, squinted, even kept her eyes closed for multiple seconds to try to un-blur her vision. But none of it worked. She heard voices and finally, her vision wasn’t blurry. She was in a science bed. She was laying down, but was elevated and made eye contact with some of the scientists in the room. “Okay. Time to test the final product to see if it works. Give her the syringe.” ordered one of the scientists. She looked at a scientist that had started to walk over to Xael. She read his nametag. It read ‘Thanatos.’ Was this some sort of worldwide mad scientist group? Because it sure seemed like it.

As Thanatos got closer, Xael started to struggle. What would be entered into her bloodstream? What would it do to her? She wanted to cry out for help, but knew her cries would only reach the emotionless scientists on the other side of a glass window. Thanatos was suddenly at her side. He gripped her upper arm holding her arm still as she kept on struggling. She felt the needle pierce her skin. Thanatos seemed to be enjoying her pain. It seemed like he pushed the needle in a millimeter a second. Xael cried out in pain, wanting everything to stop. She wanted Thanatos to remove the needle already. Get it over with. She was about to yell at him to do so, but he had already removed the needle and was walking back to all the other scientists behind the glass window.

Nothing happened. Xael was just laying there, unable to move, paralyzed in fear. She wondered what was going to happen to her.

Xael heard slams, and it seemed that the scientists did too. She strained her neck, trying to look at the door. Silence. Nothing was happening. Why was she so thirsty? Xael licked her lips, still looking at the door. Moments passed before policemen filed into the room. “Hands in the air now you freaks!” one shouted. Three others headed for the room Xael was in. It seemed like her vision had started pulsating, like her heart was in her eyes. Her head pounded and with every second that passed, she became even thirstier. As she was released from the science bed, she barely had enough strength to stay awake. She felt dizzy, having to blink every time her vision had started to go blurry. All the straps that held her to the table were gone, and Xael fell to the ground. “Are you alright?” asked one of the policemen who had freed her. Thanatos and the other scientists looked on in fear. “She wasn’t supposed to be released! She’ll kill us all!” shouted a scientist who seemed to be the boss. “What? An 8-year old, killing a group of ten cops? That’s highly unli-” the lead policeman was cut off at the screams of the three men in Xael’s cage.

She couldn’t take it anymore. Her thirst was overcoming her. Her parched, dry throat was driving her insane, but water wouldn’t solve the dryness in her throat. Her stomach grumbled. Not only was she freakishly thirsty, she was insanely hungry too. She looked up at the policemen. She opened her mouth, licking her now saber-tooth tiger sharp teeth. She drooled. The look of the fresh flesh on the policeman, was just too irresistible. Her normally short, extremely dull fingernails were now as sharp as a cat’s claw. She sliced across one of the policeman’s legs. He yelled out in pain, falling to the ground, clutching his injured leg. Xael wasted no time as she climbed onto him and tore open his chest, ripping out any organ that looked good enough to eat, all while his screams dulled into the background, the thought “Eat him eat him” overwhelming anything and everything around her. She settled on one of his lungs and grabbed. She just pulled as hard as she could and only getting a chunk of the lung. But that seemed good enough. She shoved the chunk of lung into her mouth, swallowing whole. Her jaw unhinged like a snake and it slid down her throat perfectly.

It was now, when Xael had finally quenched her thirst and satisfied her hunger, that she realized what she had done. She got up and looked at her work, laying on the ground in pieces. She saw his glazed over eyes and his beating heart was barely noticeable in his open chest. She looked at her hands and screamed, stumbling back. She ran her tongue over her newfound fangs, stared in horror at her claws, slitted eyes widening as her vision became sharper and sharper by the moment. She could feel blood drip from her mouth and hands and she bit her lip, increasing the amount. She felt pain in her back and legs. The unnatural weight of bullets embedded in her back made it a little hard to move as they weakened her muscles. Xael was harmless now, especially since she was back to an innocent 8-year-old.

A few days later, Sean was checked out of the hospital and went back to Mark’s place. Mark decided it was a good idea for Signe to stay with them there, and she jumped at the offer, almost too quickly to be honest. Sean was sitting in the guest room, twiddling his thumbs and staring at open air, off in his own world of who-knows-where. Signe had gone off to get food and Mark and Amy were the only other people in the house. Sean jumped when he heard the faint scratching of claws against the door. When he got up and opened the door, Chica was on the other side, sitting down and staring up at him with curiosity in her eyes. He smiled, kneeling down and scratching her behind the ears. He watched happily as her tail wagged back and forth. He stopped suddenly, letting his hand fall down to his lap as he let out a long sigh. Chica tilted her head to the side and stood up, stepping forward so she was close enough to lick Sean in the face. She achieved her goal, which appeared to make Sean smile again. He fell backwards and Chica advanced, continuing to lick his face. His forehead, cheek, nose, her tongue even grazed his ear, and with each drop of dog slobber that stuck to his face, Sean laughed. He spat and stuck out his tongue when Chica’s tongue had migrated to his own mouth. He sat up, spitting out air and making disgusted noises. “Ugh! Oh my god Chica!” he shouted, bringing her forward so he could pet her some more.

Sean heard footsteps come up the stairs and stopped when a black-haired Mark appeared in the doorway. “When did you dye your hair back?”

“Earlier today. You didn’t hear me leave the house a few hours ago?”

“I’ve been spacing out all day, so no.”

Mark chuckled, beckoning Chica to him. She did so, but not before she got one more lick on Sean’s face. He smiled again, giggling. “You seem much happier.” Sean gave Mark a look. “You know how much I love dogs dude.” Mark opened his mouth to reply, but quickly closed it, shrugging and tipping his head to the side for a small moment as a ‘touche’ gesture. He turned and left, leaving Sean alone once again in the guest room. His smile faded and he stood up to close the door before he jumped onto the bed and folded his hands behind his head. He shut his eyes and took a deep breath, letting all his worries fade away. “Heeeeeyyyy~” Sean groaned. He yanked his hands out from under his head and slammed them into his face to proceed with the longest facepalm imaginable. Not again. Not this bitch again. ‘Give me AT LEAST one day to be free from your stupid taunting Anti!’ Sean practically screamed the thought and he felt the echo of it rattle throughout his brain, sending ringing through his ears. Anti was silent, and Sean hoped and prayed he had either given up for the day, which was very unlikely, or he just went deaf from the magnitude of the scream. Neither were true. “Hey hey hey, no need to scream like a little girl. Then again, it’s pretty accurate, right?”

That comeback wasn’t even good. Then again, Anti never was super talented with comebacks. His line of expertise was in the pain department. And boy, was he good at his job. Sean hadn’t realized he still had his hands covering his face until he heard the door open and spotted Signe peek into the room. “Oh hey.” he said, sitting up and trying his best to ignore Anti’s giggles echoing in the background. “Hey. Howya feeling?”

“Definitely better than yesterday, lemme tell you what.”

There was a pause.

“I’m waiting.” she finally said. The sass sounded forced as she sat down next to him on the bed.

“Yesterday I felt like shit, I still feel like shit. But less like shit. More like crap now.”

Signe laughed, and Sean laughed along with her. She hugged him and he let her weight push him down on the bed. “Oh nooooooo! I’ve fallen!” he quietly yelped. Signe continued to laugh, and it was now that Sean realized how much he missed her laugh, throughout everything he’s had to go through for the past few weeks. Wait. Has it only been three weeks? It feels like it’s been so much longer than that! But Sean was going to worry about that later. Mark had a tv in the guest room and all Sean and Signe did the rest of the day was watch tv and talk. They would joke about some of the commercials and how the food in Ireland differed from the food in America. They compared Korean commercials as well. This day was going so well for him.

Anti watched in disgust through the screen. “What does he see in her anyway. She’s such a bitch.” he murmured, positive Sean couldn’t hear the remark, especially with all his damned laughing. It was so bright too. But I guess that’s what happens when you spend most of your time trapped in a giant black box that has “Anti’s Fault” written all over it, metaphorically of course. Tom hopped out of Anti’s dark green locks of hair and floated in front of Anti’s face, taking his focus off of the agonizingly happy life Sean was experiencing. He scratched Tom under his chin. The little floating eye split somewhat in half, showing his small teeth. His tail curled up in delight, wrapping itself around Anti’s wrist. Anti smiled. Tom was the only thing he’s ever known to make him truly happy in this life he’s lived. He closed his eyes and sighed. Tom let go, moving forward and nibbling Anti’s face, licking up some of the black and green blood that dripped from the puncture.

All of a sudden, Tom froze and seemed fixated on something behind Anti. Anti adjusted his vision and turned his head slightly. He saw a dark figure standing behind him, but he couldn’t quite figure out who it was. It definitely wasn’t Jack. He was still having “fun” with Signe. Was it Mark? No, he couldn’t come here without Dark. Dark…

It was definitely Dark. Anti based his assumption off the faint red glow of two dots hanging out where the figures face would be. “Well hello.” Anti began, standing up and shooing Tom away so he wouldn’t get involved. He turned to face the other demon, finally making eye-contact. They both just stood there in silence, neither wanting to say a thing. Dark seemed, nervous? Anti kept his composure, but on the inside he was screaming, near panicking about what Dark may do. He tried to look as calm as possible. “So. We finally talk, huh.” Dark finally said. Anti managed to show a light nod. “I’ve been wanting to speak with you for quite a while.”

“So I’ve heard.”

“Aren’t you anxious to know why?”

“I haven’t been anxious about anything in a long time. Surprise me.”

Anti stepped forward to stand right in front of the slightly taller demon. It was awkward having to look slightly up into Dark’s glowing red eyes. “I want…” Anti started, smirking.

“To work with you.”

ANTI SHUT UP SIGNE IS A BEAUTIFUL WOMAN!!!

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