Time Turner

~ Chapter Four ~

~ Chapter Four: The Monster With Seven Mouths. ~

Updated on October 21st, 2015

~~ Piper Aphrodite Rogers ~~

Piper hated the dark.

But, now, she hated it even more. She knew for a fact that her eyelids were open, but, at the same time, it was too dark to be sure if it were an illusion or not. However, it was no longer dark when a light, somewhat like a lamp, flickered on. Creating a circle of light around her, and outside of the light, was nothing but darkness and absolute silence.

It wasn't silent like you'd think it was. Screams erupted from outside the light, pleads for help and a way out of the place they were in. Screams of agony echoed, the sounds of begs for mercy. It was hot, Piper couldn't tell if it was hot because of the light, or hot because it was originally hot where she was. She surely hoped she hadn't died.

A deep, throaty chuckle erupted. It was agonizingly loud, sinister, and unforgivably deafening. Piper couldn't help but cringe as the smell of rotting meat invaded her nose. It made her gag, but for some reason, she couldn't throw up. Was it because she was dead? Was it because the dead couldn't throw up? That had to be the reason. Although it was terrifying, Piper couldn't help but let her confusion and curiosity take over her, however, as much as she wanted to, she couldn't leave the spot she was currently standing in.

The voice laughed again. "Dear, Piper." It purred, teasingly. "So small. So fragile, yet, lives a deadly and unpredictable life. You're unpredictable yourself, you know? Much like your Mother. Much like your Father."

Piper blinked back tears at the mention of her father, and she didn't know where to look, but into the darkness, she shouted; "Don't you talk about my Dad! I don't care who you are! And you leave my Mother alone!"

"I can see why you have become so defensive, child, but, really. There is no reason. Your Mother has not fully told you about herself. About your father or why you are so much more superior than the other children on that damned earth of yours. Have you ever wondered why your 'cat' seemed to grin? Why your Mother had the clock of a wristwatch in her eye socket? Or why you were born with that . . . Thing carved into your arm? You've been claimed! You've been claimed as someone else's and once you know . . . Oh . . . Once you know of your true family history, you'll find nothing but horror in it! Yet, you defend your Mother, you defend your Father even if you've never seen him before? You're so . . . Loyal . . . So, Selfless. What had Daddy ever done for you?"

No reply.

"It's disgusting!" The voice boomed in outrage. "I resent loyalty and Selflessness. But, must I say, you, child of two pastas, have gathered my interest. Strong. Hardheaded. Stubborn. You would be the first to ever back-mouth me, and as much as I hate it when someone back-mouth's me, I can't help but think of how brave and rebellious your personality really is. However, I sometimes ask myself; Are you brave or stupid? Never had I thought you could use a book for a weapon!"

"So, you've been watching m-me?" Piper stuttered, an angry tic escaping the ten year old's body. "You little - "

"Creep? Monster? Trust me, kid, I've hear it all. And my, have you gotten fire. Fiery personalities are always the most interesting. And let me tell you, gathering a monster's interest is a very difficult task, Piper."

"Who are you?" Piper growled through her teeth.

"I'm glad you asked." A figure stepped into the light. And it was even more horrifying than the figure outside her house. It didn't at all look human. More like a demon. It's body was red, and was covered in mouths with the sharpest teeth Piper had ever seen. Seven mouths to be exact. "Zalgo, is my name. A horrifying being, I am. I saw the way your face twisted into disgust as I stepped into the light."

Zalgo began to circle Piper.

"And the sayings are true. Children of immortal beings are always smart, and beautiful." Zalgo grinned. "Tell me, Piper, do you know your Mother's name?"

No reply.

"What she worked as?"

Again, No reply.

"Well, you'll have to find out on your own, darling. The Pasta rule book clearly states it is your Mom's place to explain this to you. Talk to her. However, do not expect her to tell you the truth. The Pastas always lie." With the snap of his fingers, Piper's sight went black. And the last thing she felt was the feeling of flying through flying.

"Piper, wake up!"

The girl bolted up from her spot on a metal bed. Several people crowding her, staring down at her with several different looks, most of which Piper couldn't read. And as she looked around, Piper's sight landed on one figure. The same thing that had been watching her through her window. That same, tall, faceless and pale man. He noticed her staring at him with disbelief, and held out one of his hands.

"I apologize for my mistake, child. I thought you were an intruder in Clockwork's house." He said.

Piper furrowed her eyebrows.

"Who's Clockwork?"