Rainbow Eyes

Ten (Part Two)

Ten

Part Two

      “Lyoku qwyf uai oly, Tezz Blevins”

I understood what the voice said, having studied the language for a bit; Ready when you are, Miss Blevins. I looked up to see a familiar figure standing in front of me. Dressed in all black, like a grim reaper, head down cast.

“You’re hell’s Kydeus?” I asked, even in this angle I couldn’t see his face

“Hell’s deliverer, yes” was his reply

Kydeus. It meant deliverer. Maybe he delivered me to hell. I took a deep breath and rose from my position. I squared my jaw and straightened my back, wiping on my damp cheeks. It was like being reborn, if I focused on the bright side. I wouldn’t be having Asmodeus anymore, but I would be back on earth; with my mother, with Lloyd and Leslie and everybody else.

I felt something for Asmodeus. Maybe I had always felt it but just failed to acknowledge it. Should I tell him now? No. He feels nothing for you, you idiot. He got what he wanted and now you’re getting what you want. Sometimes when I mentally scolded myself, it toughened me up a bit and kept me from falling onto my knees to sob uncontrollably on the floor.

I took in another deep breath, nodding to myself, I could do this. I had only been here for four days, anyways… but I felt so connected to this place, as if it was where I belonged.  All in one night, my feelings changed. Maybe it was because I was a virgin, and I was supposed to feel this way. But somehow, I just- I just couldn’t convince myself to believe that; I had a feeling it was more.

“Qaidk uai deny sa ra faq, Tezz?” the Kydeus asked again

Would you like to go now, Miss? I mentally translated his words in my head. I hugged myself, closing my eyes, I nodded. I kept still, feeling the place move around me, but with eyes closed, I wasn’t sure. I waited for his next command, but it didn’t happen.  Slowly, I opened my eyes and raised my head.

Trees. The cemented road. Buildings; people. Where was I? I looked up and immediately recognized the name of the street I was on. I was only one bus trip away from home. My first home, I guess. As if by a miracle, the bus stopped in front of me, the doors opened. I gave my pocket a pat and looked down at my attire.

Jeans, plain white shirt underneath a brown jacket, sneakers; a purse hung off my shoulder and my hair was in a French braid over my right shoulder. Very casual. I smiled a little, happy I was decent. But that smile faded when I realized where I was again. I climbed inside the bus and waited for the next stop.

    “Lou-Lou” smiled Lena when she opened the door to me

I gave her a sad smile and a little shrug “I’m a reject”

She laughed, “Come in, honey” she said. Closing the door behind us she asked me the most puzzling question, “How was your grandma?”

I looked at her from over my shoulder, “What do you mean?”