The Lemon Meringue Boy

Part 43

I woke up to a sharp pain in the back of my head. What had happened? I was lying on the cold cement floor of the Mystery Shack basement. I sat up, my body aching, and tried to remember why I had been unconscious.

Then I saw Bill. He was unconscious too. A thin blue and yellow mist surrounded him, almost as if it was entering his body. The memories began to return, fragment by fragment.

I had shaken Bills hand. It wasn't him making the deal, though. It had been me. He'd been crying.

The memories after that started to get fuzzy. I remembered his hand becoming so scorching hot that it burnt my own. I looked down at my palm and saw the faint outline of Bill's handprint, red and slowly fading.

Then there was the dazzling flash of burning white light. I couldn't see anything after that, but I'd felt Bill go rigid, as if he was made of stone. I had heard a shriek of pain, but I couldn't remember if it was him or me. I'd been thrown back with such force that could've been described as blinding, had I not already been blind.

Then I hit my head. I remembered the searing pain that tore through my body as my scull hit cement, stars dancing across my vision. That was when I'd blacked out.

I gently brought my hand to the back of my scalp. I drew in a sharp breath when my fingertips grazed the sensitive skin. There was no blood, thank goodness, even though it felt as if I'd been run over by a car. I hoped that it wasn't a concussion.

My attention snapped back to Bill, who had started to cough. I was just in time to see the rest of the blue and yellow mist as it slipped silently between the closed lids of his eye. He sat up and rubbed the back of his head like I had. We locked eyes.

"W-what happened?"

He seemed just as confused as I was. At least I knew that whatever had happened to him, it wasn't planned. I had been worried that he'd done something to me on purpose.

I groggily filled him in on what I had gathered. He seemed more dazed than I had been. He was blinking rapidly and testing his limbs as if to make sure they still worked.

"I know all that. I meant why I feel all_"

The second he stood up he began to lift off the ground.

He wobbled in the air, regaining his balance. When he had successfully steadied himself, he looked up at me, too stunned to speak. I only stared back, just as speechless.

After a long pause, both of us just staring at each other in awe, he let out an earsplitting whoop of excitement.

"PINE TREE!!! Are you seeing this?!?!"

"Oh, I see it Bill."

That was all I could say. I did see it. I was just confused as to what exactly I was seeing.

"MY POWERS!!! I'm a DEMON again!!! BILL CIPHER IS BACK!!!" He laughed his annoying (but for some odd reason strangely endearing) laugh, doing backflips and cartwheels through the air.

I was still speechless. My jaw was slack. I couldn't tell if I should be afraid or exited or what.

"Pine Tree, If you don't close that mouth of yours you're gonna start catching flies!"

He flipped his wrist and my jaw tightened, causing my mouth to snap shut unexpectedly. He chuckled madly as I stared in disbelief. His powers...HOW?

"I don't get it! Why did you get your powers back?!"

"Don't know, don't care! All I know is that I can do THIS!"