Aspects

Why The Hell Not?

     May awoke in what appeared to be a cave. It was so dark, that she could barely see in front of her. The walls, floor, and jagged  ceiling were all made of stone and she could hear water dripping around her. When she realized that she was alone, panic set in. She got up off of the cold, wet ground and tried to look around. Her eyes strained scanning the room finding nothing but dark shapes all around her. She was so frightened, she realized just then that she had actually never been alone before. Even when she thought Blue had died, he was still there but now. Nothing. No one. Or perhaps no one would have been better.

     After continuously looking around finding nothing but more loneliness, she sank to the ground and began to cry. The tears burned her eyes, but it was the only thing she could do. She just felt an emptiness eating away at her from the inside, and the more it ate, the more tears came. After sobbing for what seemed forever, she heard a noise. It made her jump like their was electricity griping her heart. It was just a little tapping from behind her.

     She took her time standing up and turning to see what was the cause of the continuing tapping. What she saw horrified her more than any of the ghosts ever had.

     It was a man, crouched up on top of a jagged rock, his form mirrored that of a spider or large cat preparing to pounce. His arms, from what she could tell, were long and scrawny and were exposed. He was wearing a pair of of very dirty jeans that were torn at the bottom, he wasn't wearing a shirt and was almost as skinny as the ghosts. The first thing, and the thing that horrified her most, was his eyes. One was a disgusting yellow, and the other was pink, but each had a clear glaze over them that seemed to make them glow. His hair was the standard dark brown, but was perfectly straight and seemed very clean. She could the man was smiling down at her. She managed to gather enough courage to speak by thinking of Anazra and what she would do.

"W-who are you and what do you want?" She thought she saw the smile on his face grow when she said that. She slightly jumped when she saw him move, he slid over the rock like a snake and perched on the very top of it's jagged end. He chuckled softly then spoke.

"Who am I? Who the hell are you?" Even though she felt like she could barely breathe from her horror, she had to admit he had a point. Before she could even speak, he began again. "Oh I don't care. What the hell use are names anyway, all that matters is what deed is done, not who did it." She couldn't help but agree with him, but was still far from discussing philosophy with her kidnapper. She couldn't help but indulge him a little.

"And what deeds have I done?" He gave a laugh that hurt her ears.

"How the hell should I know? I know you're trying to get somewhere, and I stopped you. That's enough for me... Almost." That last part scared unsettled her even more. She swallowed her fear and kept talking. She hoped that he couldn't hear the fear in her voice.

"So why stop me? Do you know who I'm traveling with." She paused for effect. "Anazra. The leader of the Aspects." He actually bursted out laughing at that. He continued on for a month, every second that passed, she became even more frightening. He actually had to wipe a tear from his face before he could continue.

"Anazra. As leader of the Aspects? God damn kid, don't know who you are, but you're funny as hell." Her knees began shaking.

"W-what? What are you laughing at?" She hated it, but she could hear her own voice shaking and filling with tears.

"Well first off, that bossy hermit, is not a leader of anything. She just sits in a forest ignoring those who try to be her friends. Second, their is no leader among us. It's not even that theirs a lack of, too many in fact." He glared at her for a moment. "None of us like being told what to do. Creates a problem with the whole leader thing." She could feel herself shaking. He smiled down at her once more. "Awww, how cute. The new guy trust's Az to save them." She tried to mask the fear with anger, but it didn't work.