Soul Chains

Shattering Revenge

I walk hand-in-hand with my master

And yet still I failed tremendously

Even backed by her unsurpassable power

That child of light defeated me

I never could do it

My master knew from the beginning

She knew it in her blackened heart

And sent me out to be destroyed

She sent me to the front lines

I was merely cannon-fodder

How I despise that -

From here the text becomes unreadable.

~Sammy's Diary

Dr. Mortimer picked me up in his arms like I was a baby, and set me down on the couch that sat opposite the infirmary's stretcher. He smiled thinly, relieved. However, he had little to no idea how much he had just done for me. But, then again, maybe he did. That little brat, Coraline, had talked about him being there last time I confronted her, and that without him, I was no match for her. I really wasn't; she was far too powerful for me to risk confronting her alone again. With a great amount of struggling, I pulled myself into some semblance of a sitting position. It wasn't exactly comfortable, but I was satisfied with the results. Mortimer smiled, still playing with my hair, like he was never going to see me again. Like he was never going to see me again.... This question, albeit phrased as an observation, piqued my interest. I sat up a little more, moving around in a feeble attempt to be comfortable.

"Mortimer?"

He looked up slowly at my face, almost as if he were regretting something.

"I'm going to be frank with you," I said slowly, "What are you hiding?"

I thought my long-standing friend would be shocked, but he was the complete opposite. His face was the very picture of calm.

"I'm afraid," he whispered eerily, but full of regret, "That I'm hiding everything."

Much to my surprise, Larry then proceeded to slap Mortimer upside the face. My mouth gaped open. This was getting weird.

"Look at his eyes," Larry muttered insistently at me, although this was the first time he said it, "Look at them!"

I peered into Mortimer's eyes, and was horrified by what I saw. The same yellow, the same in my mother's eyes, the same in my dream, had invaded the eyes of the person most dear to me. Filled with a sudden, desperate strength, I leapt to my feet and grabbed his shoulders. They were as cold as stone, and had just about as much motion as one. Shocked, grief-stricken, and overall not caring any more, I hugged his frozen stone-like body close, tears sliding down my face.

"No," I whispered in his ear, "I love you."