Everybody Has A Price

Alone

I stared silently at Dianite. He waited for me to react. My eyes were locked on his, and his on mine.

The conversation was very long, but not a single word was said. Our eyes spoke for our mouths. By the end, my eyes were wailing. Tears streamed down my face. My face felt raw.

"Sparklez," he whispered almost inaudibly. "What are you thinking?" Shouldn't he know? He wiped away the tears from my face. "You've become so distant in one day. I miss you." I felt a sharp sensation in my chest. I was hurting him.

I was mad at him.

What was I doing? I pulled away from the god, wiping away my tears immediately. I didn't want to forgive him.

I didn't want to hurt him.

The next thing I knew, I was hugging him. His body was warm and soft like a blanket. No. It was better than that. It was a crackling fire with a blanket and hot chocolate on a cold winter day. It was the shivering melting away.

It was the burning anger.

I pushed Dianite away. Why could I not get my feelings straight. I threw my arm over my eyes.

A wild cry left my chest. It rattled through my throat, like it tried to all come out at once. Hands rested on my arms. I moved my arms away from my eyes.

"What is going on in your head?" He spoke soft and sweet. I could have said millions of things. I could have told him any of them.

But the only thing I said was, "How is Mot doing?" He stared at me for a second before answering.

"He's fine I guess. He is just looking out around the town. Why?" He looked both confused and worried.

"We should come up with a plan to rescue Ianite," I said, avoiding his question. "You should get Mot. I'll get the others." I spoke fast, not allowing Dianite to get a word in. He was quiet for a moment.

"I haven't exactly told Mot about that. I don't think I can." He was definitely nervous.

"He has to be told, Dianite." He was going to be the death of me. He was acting like 14 year old girl.

"No, you don't understand. He will kill every Mianitee he crosses paths with."

"Then control the boy." I stared at Dianite coldly. Mot was a hardass. That was already apparent. He could be useful in Ianite's rescue.

"Sparklez!"

"Get to it." I left the Fortress. We both had people to get.

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"Is everyone here?" Martha tried to do a headcount, but there was a swarm around Mot.

"Yes, but who is this guy?" Tucker asked.

"It's Mot, Tom's alternate dimension self. Now, stop bothering the poor guy," I answered. I couldn't believe I was defending Mot.

"What's wrong with his face?" Sonja looked in horror at the creeper spores.

"Sonja!" I scolded.

"The poor soul ended up looking like, Tom. Such a tragedy," Wag joked, earning a few snickers from Martha an me. Dianite, however, did not find it funny. Mot pulled the red cloth he kept around his neck up, trying to cover some of the spores. He was uncomfortable. He had obviously dealt with people being horrified by the spores before.

"Why am I here?" Mot asked. I smiled and turned to Dianite. He looked guilty. He knew. Damn right he knew I was mad.

"Care to explain?" I asked him.