Death's Diatheka (on going)

Death's Diatheka (on going)

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"Lauren Clark you better clean this mess before your Mom sees all of these,girl. What are you doing anyway?" Katy asked, hands on hips. She has been my friend for who-knows-when. "Oh! Your drawing the guy again? Lemme see!!" I rolled my eyes and handed her my master piece. I watched as she bit her lower lip studying the sketch. "Were you obssessed or something? When have you seen the guy anyways? He's so.. dangerously handsome. You know what I mean?" she handed the paper back to me. "Dangerous? What do you mean? He's gorgeous." I whispered, eyeing her reactions on my comments. Katy cocked her hips on one side and bit her fingernails. "He's not so human. He looks... umm.. different." her last remark came out as a question. "I know. I dont even know where I've seen him. I was just drawing and drawing. He's part of my imagination maybe?" i shrugged. I watched as Katy's eyes widen as she took in her surroundings. "This.is.insane. It's all him! Your sketches since your childhood was all him! How come I never noticed that?!" "I decided to, you know, display all those.." i said picking up pieces of paper. "You draw him. An imaginary.." she flicked her wrist while shaking her head. "Something" "Yeah.. it creeps me out sometimes." I said, lost in thoughts. "Oh! Look at this!" she squealed, holding a piece of paper. "Hmm. That's odd? Why would you write that inside your eyes?" she asked. I peeked over Katy's shoulder. And there it was. A drawing. Inside my purple eyes lies two words. . . . . . . . DEATH'S DIATHEKA.
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She looks...there are no words. Her clothe-less body lays stiff on a metal slab, and her head moving back and forth. I could stare at this all day, but I can't. I know it's wrong. And, she would hate me after this. I roughly turn my head away, then I hear a groan. I snap my head to her direction. She groans again. "Oh God...my head..." She sits up, but instantly falls down. Probably a head rush. "Skye?" I call her name, softly. I don't want her to feel alone and frightened. "Who's there?" Her pearly voice commands. Ever since we've been thrown in here, my love for her grew. I can physically see my love in the air, just waiting for her to inhale it. "It's just me, Luke." She gasps and a million things come out of her mouth,"Luke!? Are you ok? Where are we? What happened? Wheres Tristan? And Mr. Parker-" "Just open your eyes, princess." Princess? Where the fuck did that come from? Oh well, I like it anyways. "Shit."she curses when her eyes are open,"Luke! What the hell is going on!?" "I don't know, Princess, but don't shout. It echos." I hold my head, trying to subside the pain tht now grows. "Mr. Parker is staring at me." I throw my fist against the metal bar I'm contained against,"Mr Parker!? He's there with you? Cover yourself, dear." "Figured that out already. Thanks for your help." I could imagine her rolling her eyes. "I'm here as a friend, not a foe. Though you do look ravishing, might I add?" Mr. Parker states. "What do you mean friend not a foe? I'm pretty sure you're the big enemy here." She tightens her hold on herself. He sighed,"Maybe so, but do you want to know where your friend is or not?" "Yes, please." She begged. "No! Skye! Don' make deals with him!" I yell. I know exactly where this is leading. I could feel her gaze burning in my direction, though I'm 99.99% sure she can't see me"What do you want, Mr Parker?" He sighed, like it was​ obvious. Well, it was for me,"Give me yourself, and you get your friend. Oh, and I'll let you go.

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