Rattlebones (bxbxb)

Hail the Dark Lord

I'm being hoisted into the air by an invisible force and all of my nerve-endings are firing off at once. I want to scream, but there's no sound. I can't move, let alone barely even think. There's a bright green light surrounding me, growing stronger and stronger, burning through me as if sitting on a hot sidewalk on a hot day.

Iggy is shouting and grabbing onto one of my hands and Eugene the other and they're trying desperately to pull me down, but I won't budge. I know that this is my destiny, and some part of me is determined to see it through, no matter the cost. 

The green light narrows in on my chest and I gasp as it enters my body, power surging through me. I can see a massive hole forming in the ceiling now as if I'm staring up into the center of a tornado, only there's nothing but darkness for miles to see.

Yes...yes. This is my fucking calling. This is the gloom that I've felt in my pitiful soul, pleading for me to notice it, like a small, deprived child. 

Could it be that I'm not supposed to be the hero? Have I been the villain all along?

I start to float towards the hole in the ceiling, and my grin widens as I near the center of the storm. I'm ready to accept my calling for the first time in my life, and for once, I'm not scared. I even start to laugh, just like the evil villain in a movie. And God does it feel so fucking good.

Iggy and Eugene are screaming and let go of my hands as I rise towards my destiny. But they have other plans for me, and next thing I know, Eugene is running. He looks so gorgeous, with his sleek muscles and a stubborn expression, that it almost makes me want to stay.

 Eugene, my weakness. My beloved. The same person who had laughed at me and broken my diminutive heart into a million pieces before grinding them into the ground.

I turn away and I close my eyes, exhaling.

Then Iggy grabs a wooden chair and he raises it over his head, throwing it at me. 

The chair sails across the room and it catches me on the side of the head and shoulder at an alarming speed. Pain rockets through my body, and suddenly I'm falling like a bird tumbling from its nest. I scream when I hit the ground and crash into the coffee table, splitting it in half.

"Oh, man!" Eugene's voice comes into focus, panicked. "Was I supposed to catch him!?"

"No shit!" Iggy hollers back at him. "Why do you think I was waving at you?"

I moan as I lay there on the floor, and watch the hole in the ceiling zipper back up like a fat man closing his pants after dinner. My body is one massive ache, and I can't really feel my face. 

Iggy and Eugene come into view and stand over me. 

"What the hell is that on his forehead?" Eugene demands, and he looks at Iggy. 

"I don't know, man." Iggy bends down and he touches my cheek, "Darcy? Dude?" He gently lifts me from the remains of the coffee table and cradles me in his arms. "Are you going to be okay?" 

I part my lips slightly, too weak to speak and convey my disappointment and anger at being denied my rightful place in the universe. 

Then Eugene kneels down next to us and he slides his fingers into mine and he holds my hand. And he says nothing, but his expression is open and his eyes are scared. I had never seen him look like that towards me. Like he actually gave a shit about what had happened to me.

Who was I kidding? This was where I belonged.

I tuck my face into Iggy's sweater and slide my free hand up to hold onto him, that way I have both him and Eugene touching me, giving me warmth. My body is freezing cold and I'm shivering a little. 

"We should move him upstairs and into bed." Iggy decides, and his voice is faint now as if he's speaking from far away. "There's no way that we're going to be able to leave tomorrow night."

"I got him," Eugene replies, and then I feel him lifting me out of Iggy's arms. "He barely weighs anything."

I wrap my arm around his neck and I rest my head on his shoulder as he carries me upstairs. Admittedly, I didn't mind being pampered, especially after they had thrown a chair at me and thwarted my ascension to the throne of darkness. Or whatever it had been. But it was also a little embarrassing. I had always been the type who liked doing things on their own and refused help, even when sick.

"He's cold, Iggy. Like, ice-cold, man." Eugene informs Iggy. "Someone's going to have to keep him warm. Body heat and shit? You know?"

I take it back. Iggy and Eugene could baby me all day if they wanted to.

As we leave the living room, I see Larry's skull lying on the sofa, half-flipped over. And some part of me knows that he's gone for good.

I had done that. I had brought him the death that he desired.

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