Soul Chains

Self-Destruct

My master has power in every place

I cannot escape her wide range

Even if I could, she would find me

And dispose of me slowly

However, there is one single way

If I had a true body I could run

I could hide from her and escape

She could never get me

But I am stuck with Samantha

A child of light and dark

Whom I cannot possess

She is a daughter of reason

~Sammy's Diary

Larry looked with pity at Mortimer and I. He knew we had been together for such a long time. It didn't seem fair for him to be Taken. Although, he couldn't say he was totally sad. Samantha was such a sweet girl, and so smart too. She was also a little cute... He shook his head. It was wrong for him to be feeling such things when I had lost someone so dear to me.

I was still crying, unable to control myself. How could I accept that the one person who had always been there for me was gone? I just couldn't. I squeezed his still body, illogically hoping that he would come back. I didn't even notice as Larry put a comforting hand on my shoulder. What I did notice, however, was a large yellow siren going off above my head. I looked up. Yellow. Why was it always yellow? A mere six seconds after the alarm had gone off, several dozen official-looking angels cascaded into the small infirmary room.

"We have been alerted that one of the Taken is here," the lead officer angel said authoritatively, "We have come to retrieve him."

The officer looked at Mortimer, then grimaced.

"It had to be him, didn't it," the officer said sadly.

"What do you mean?" I asked, still in tears.

"He was one of my best friends as a child. We worked at P.I.T. together since we were 18."

"PIT?"

"Purgatory Institute of Technology. He was the lead scientist and mathematician there. I was his right-hand angel."

"And what exactly," I asked, more serious this time, "Did you mean by Taken?"

"Well," he said thoughtfully, "You've heard of Lucifer, right? Well, Lucinda is his wife, and she is something evil. She takes over people's volition, and turns their eyes a Yellow Fever kind of yellow. They end up all stuck and frozen-like, like a statue, because of it. We call these the Taken. And she, well, in her eyes, are six flecks of that very same yellow."