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When You Gaze Long into the Abyss, Sometimes It Giggles.

Unending darkness… Like… Like staring into the heart of a black hole…

A young man stares up at his captor as a weight in his stomach keeps him stuck in place almost as much as the binding he finds himself in. Sweat drips down his peachy cheeks as he stares up into remorseless eyes of lilac sitting in a light blue face. His brownish-maroon hair clings to his face in moist globs as he can feel his damp gray beanie hugs the top of his head tightly. He shifts and struggles, as his now sweat-soaked buttoned white and gray striped shirt and red jacket hold onto him as tightly as he struggles vainly to break free.

His mind wanders back to earlier in the day. His friends had warned him that the girl was dangerous, something he had understood in the past tense sense of the phrase at least. The girl was literally a monster when she and her comrades arrived at the school. A mind control monster that had him and his friends wrapped around her fingers at one point.

To her species, humans were a source of food. Granted, not a source that needed to be killed and fed upon. However, humans were probably seen as little more than a means to an end for the girl, and the experience of feeding off humans was usually far from pleasant in the long run for any persons hapless enough to cross these sirens’ paths.

When the Rainbooms had used their magic abilities to combat the girl and her friends, it was assumed they all had changed. At least, that’s what the Rainbooms had assured. That she and the other sirens weren’t monsters any more. That they had all changed to something a little more normal. Normal like him.

In some ways they were right.

But in the ways that mattered the most, they were wrong. So very, very wrong.

At first glance, the girl looming above him looked so sweet and innocent. Almost like a child in a young woman’s body. One who lived for nothing but the most basic pleasures of life and relished in the simplicity of things that time so often jaded people as they aged from seeing the simple joy in.

However, he had read her wrong. Very wrong. While it was true she was no longer a monster in the conventional sense, he had discovered that there was something he had missed. Something hidden behind the façade of innocence in her eyes. A darkness that went well beyond what she had been. A deep blackness that stayed within her. Biding its time. Waiting. Waiting for that moment when whatever was trapped with it-- with her--had no hope of escape.

In those lilac eyes, the young man could feel his hope begin to drown. Apparently the girl needn't be a siren to lure someone to their doom.

He swallows as the most monstrous girl he has ever known fills the room with an eerie giggle. She does this as she pulls on something in her hands. A sound like something ripping joins her giggling. Both sounds promise nothing but suffering.

“Sonata! Sto-Stop!” Perhaps pleading will save the young man, though the sinking feeling in his heart is telling him that such pleas mean nothing to whatever is in front of him. “I’ll… I’ll… I’ll scream for someone to call the police!”

With a grin that would make a serial killer blush, Sonata leans downward. The young man trembles and turns his head as Sonata comes so close that he feels her breath on his cheek. Breath so hot the man fears his face will start to burn.

With another eerie giggle, Sonata replies, “Go ahead and scream for the police! They can’t untape you!”

“I… what?” The young man utters in confusion.

Footsteps suddenly sound out from right outside the room. However, the young man knows that whatever owns the footsteps may be every bit the monster as the young woman in front of him.

Twin purple pony-tails held in place by dangerous-looking metal star headpieces appear along with a serious-looking young woman with a purple completion and amethyst eyes. Her face is the very picture of apathy as if she couldn’t care less for the young man, or anything for that matter.

“Sonata?” the woman says. “Not sure how to break this to you, but the police would absolutely be able to get someone out of a buncha tape.” The woman looks the young man up and down briefly before she shakes her head. “Especially scotch tape, you nimrod!”

The killing intent that flooded the room suddenly left as Sonata drops the roll of tape in her hands. “Oh no! My perfect plan is ruined!” Her aura of malicious glee suddenly disappears as fear takes hold of the young woman and holds fast. She turns to the woman in the doorway. “I’m sorry, Aria! But I have to run!”

Aria smirks. “Better hurry, or they’ll throw the book at you, and you know how big those books without pictures can get.”

“EEEEEEEEIIIIIEEEEEEE!” Sonata shrieks. “NO! NOT THOSE BOOKS! I’M TOO PRETTY TO BE BORED TO DEATH!” Sonata throws her arms in front of her face, bends her knees and propels herself through a closed window. The window shatters as a blue missile in the shape of woman shoots through it.

The young man is… saved? Maybe?

“WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!” A new feminine voice yells from outside the room.

“Uh… excuse me?” the young man utters.

“Sonata jumped through her window again,” Aria replied with a sort of bored pedestrian tone of someone waiting in line at a grocery store.

“AGAIN?!” the voice replies.

Ignoring the young man, Aria walks over to the smashed window and sticks her head out. She sighs, “Yep. Can’t believe she jumped out like that. She usually sticks the landing... Oh, and she’s hiding in her cardboard fort outside.”

Another sigh. “Did she pull out the picture of the broccoli with the big red ‘X’ on it?” the voice asks.

“Naw,” Aria replies as she turns and begins to walk out of the room, “it’s the one with that blind dude from Star Trek that has the red slash over him.”

“Er…Excuse me!” the young man says with more force. Maybe… Just maybe he’ll find his freedom.

“You’re excused,” Aria replies in a slightly irritated tone as she walks out.

Still trapped… Is this the young man’s fate? Is he now destined to spend eternity in this hellish place?

A scowling face of orange with magenta eyes all framed by a massive pile of curly orange hair appears as the bound young man stares at the doorway. With an exasperated sigh, the woman steps into the room, her open white robe almost sweeping the floor. If it weren’t for the fact the young man was currently fearing for his life, he might have even appreciated that the semi-transparent purple lingerie that clung to her shapely figure left his imagination starving as to what she looked like without clothes at all.

The young man swallows. Under other circumstances, the woman’s attire would be enticing. Under the current circumstances however, the woman seems more like a black widow sitting in a beautiful web. Hoping someone hapless victim will wander too close where it would be devoured.

The woman quickly surveys the scene in front of her with an expression that suggests she was absolutely done with what was going on before she even stepped inside.

Despite her vexed expression, the young man pleads for his release once more. As dangerous as this woman might be, she might very well be his last chance of survival. “Er… Could you help me get out of this tape? It really chafes!”

The woman merely let out a groan and turned back to walk out the door. “It’s way too early for this nonsense!”

The young man turns towards a digital clock set inside a pink heart being held by a cute white cat with a pink bow on one of its ears. “It’s like 3 PM!” he cries.

“I KNOW WHAT TIME IT IS!” the woman shouts back as thumping footsteps carry her away.

The young man sighs. His fate is sealed. He knows there will be no escape for him presently. If only… if only he had seen past the disarming innocent act… If only he had stared at those lilac eyes long enough to recognize the gaze of a hungry predator.

He shakes his head, resigning himself to his fate. “Worst game of freeze tag ever…”

The End

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