Strings of Fate

Chapter 8: Control

I stood up as I spoke while she moved around me. Without me knowing what was happening, my arms, wings and legs changed positions without myself doing it: one second my body does a pirouette, the other my back is arching, the next second another dance move.

She's controlling my movements...

-You see Birdy, my power as an Overlord is to control certain people. Like you can guess, you are part of those people. And not only can I control you...

She stopped, no sound came through her mouth. A few seconds passed by before those lips of her cracked a smile and laughed.

-That I can see limited thoughts. Like how you die, how end up here, a few other small things. Baby bird is so scared of fire, am I right? Don't worry, no fire will be on stage. Except if you don't listen to me.

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As I walked backstage before my forced representation, Arabelle came back to me and told me again the same things to do the lowest possible to not be heard in the audience. Because yes, she forced me to become a singer in her building, which, by the looks, was between those speakeasies in the human world and those restaurants you see in Hell.

-So you sing a few songs, let the public get hypnotize by your voice and bring me money. Sing, smile, stay neutral for the rest and the most important, don't fuck things up for me. Or you know I'll break you while controlling you without caring less if they all hear your screams.

Her eyes turned colder than ice in her last sentence before coming back a normal blue and went prepare herself. I look at the audience and the decorations in this place. How they were all well dressed —well, most woman with too short, revealing or both clothes—, how the walls and ceiling were painted in a burgundy, almost purple, color and gold lights. Then, I look to myself: how revealing I look, how I feel like any guy will become a dog looking down my body, how I would love someone just noticing how a problem it is to just wear what I had to put on earlier.

First, fuck you Arabelle.

Second, I just noticed that pomegranate that this woman is eating. I didn't know they were selling this in Hell.

 
As my name got called to go on stage, my body moved on it's own to go on scene. I'm pretty sure she forced me to. I took a breath as the melody started and I sang:

-I've been watchin' you for some time

Can't stop starin' at those scarlet eyes

My eye caught his eyes as I accidentaly changed the lyrics. Oh well, it's not too bad... I guess?

-Burning cities and napalm flames

Fifteen flares inside those scarlet eyes

Your scarlet eyes

At this point, I didn't knew if I was singing for him or the same love I have for him. Because I'm ready to say it: I'm in love with Alastor and his crimson eyes. This time, I am ready to tell him what I feel. I just need to see if he does the same for me.

-No fair

You really know how to make me cry

When you gimme those scarlet eyes

I'm scared

I've never fallen from quite this high

Fallin' into your scarlet eyes

Those scarlet eyes

I look at him as at this instant, I knew he understood what this song became. From a simple song I had to sing to a small crowd, just an innocent and simple sound, fate made it an eye opening to myself and him. Because I told him that I love him. Now, I can't go back on my word, can I?