The Gothic Ballerina Part 8 (standard:science fiction, 581 words) [8/8] show all parts
Author: kissofthehungry	Added: Aug 01 2005	Views/Reads: 2557/4	Part vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Echo finds Jon Jon, but she makes the hideous discovery that he is not the brother she once knew and she finds herself in a dead end dilemna.

The dwarf's house was eerily silent, even the scratching of the rats
could not be heard as she waited.  The hairs on her neck were standing 
up, something was wrong.  She hadn't killed him at the house so she was 
sure he would have returned to his hole in the ground.  When she tried 
to the door, she was surprised to find it open and not locked.  
Cautiously she stepped in and knew what was wrong, the house reeked of 
death.  In the corner, half buried under some garbage was the body of 
the little man and there were rat corpses scattered all about, some 
stabbed but mostly shot. 

“What in the world?” she gasped more to herself than to anyone.  Then
she heard noise behind her and knew she had fallen into a trap.  
Pulling her sword out as she moved, she spun to face her attacker.  It 
was like a slap in the face.  There was her brother, as handsome as 
ever but with eyes that were more dead than the man that had been 
slaughtered. 

“Jon Jon,” she whispered, her blade going down a bit but not much.  She
wasn't about to let her guard down for one who had abandoned her and 
now looked like a drugged out monster. 

“Oh my sweet sister,” his voice was raspy and sent chills skipping down
her spine, “Sweet, sweet sister.  Sweet, beautiful Diana, the vigilante 
who saved all those girls.  Look how nicely you've grown up.”  
Something about the way he eyed her and spoke made her want to pull her 
coat tight around her but she wasn't about to loosen her grip on her 
sword to do so. 

“My name's not Diana, she died with our parents.  I'm Echo,”  she spoke
haughtily, trying not to allow her fear to show.  Her remark made him 
laugh then he licked his lips at her. 

“Echo, I like that.  You have a pleasant way of rolling off my tongue. 
Our poor parents, vicious and brutal death, wasn't it?  They always 
knew it was coming though, it was just a matter of time,” his words 
touched a nerve and she stiffened. 

“So what?  You shouldn't have left us,” she raged. 

“I didn't leave cause I was scared to die with them,” he chuckled, “I'll
explain my reasons later, when we have more privacy.” At that, he 
stepped aside and revealed his companions.  Her heart sunk and she knew 
she was beat for the moment, there were far too many.   Glaring at him, 
she slid her blade back into it's place.  His smile was cunning and 
devious and far different from the smiles that she had once shared with 
him.  This wasn't her brother, but a dangerous and malicious beast that 
needed to be slaughtered. 

Kicking herself for being so easily trapped, she trod silently, ignoring
the hungry gazes she received from her captors. She had no idea what 
was in store for her but she knew it wasn't nice and so far, she 
couldn't' see a way out of it.  If she lived, she was going to kill Jon 
Jon, he was not who she remembered.  His hand kept brushing her, her 
hip, her butt, her arm, leg, whatever he could accidentally touch.  It 
was all she could do not to scream and start slapping at him, but she 
maintained her composure and focused on trying to figure a way out. 
Nothing leapt out at her and she knew she was in trouble. 


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