Snippet #2500212

The Day After

Rethyn had been seen around the house as a rarity. When situations of passing members of the house seemed unavoidable, Rethyn would cloak himself into the shadows to hide from their sight or simply teleport off into a different room if he knew he had to leave at that moment. The most common moments of actually spotting him was when he would snatch food from the fridge to sustain himself throughout the day. Most of his moments had been preformed during the night and his sleep schedule was almost completely backwards. Besides the stealing of food from the fridge the only other times his presence seemed obvious was when he would shower at the odd hours of three to four in the morning.

It was as if this behavior was his training as the avoidance was hand in hand with his abilities. For the first day of training Rethyn made an appearance, but without the knowledge of the others as he watched them cloaked in the corner of the room. By masking himself so well he was even able to mask his presence. It was something he had recently started trying to do after he realized that most of his new opponents would have the ability to sense him. As he watched Tristan train he seemed to study the man. He found his powers much more interesting in contrast to his own. As time pressed on everything seemed to be going normal until unfortunately one of Tristan's sisters decided to come in and have a watch. As she moved into the corner of the room she backed into him. Screaming quite loudly she acutally managed to break Rethyn's focus as lost his concealment.

Now with everyone in the room able to see him parked awkwardly behind one of Tristan's sisters he quickly moved away from her cursing to himself as he teleported from the room. The last words he heard before vanishing away were the words of Tristan's sister

"PERVERT!" Tristan fell on the mat in a bunch of laughter at the situation, just as his dad and guardian walked in. They were both trying to hide sublet grins, as Tristan explained what happened. The sister in question was Julianna, she being the next oldest didn't find it funny at all. "Well how was I suppose to know he was over there." She huffed, "Boys, I don't understand." She left very miffed but not without the last word, "Tristan this is all your fault, why couldn't you find a normal guardian." Tristan still trying to hold in his laughter was beginning to think there wasn't such a thing.

That night while making rounds around the house he stared into the floor as he moved down the same hallway he had first entered the house through. He felt terrible about what had happened that day, surely the others were judging him right now. Not that he cared or anything, why should he? But at the same time the question ate at him "Why did he actually care?" His ability to lie to himself was becoming worse and worse as he stayed within this house. Sighing to himself he knew he'd have to say sorry to that girl at some point. But he didn't want to face her. Perhaps a letter would suit the situation just fine?

Leaving the lights off, Rethyn shut the door behind him. He in all honesty didn't know how to lock the bathroom door as in life he never had locks to doors within his house. He had lived in a traditional house, the way it had been styled was that within the house all the doors had to be slid open, while the main doors of the house could only be locked by key. So in his current situation he just hoped for everyone being asleep at this house of the night. It was three in the morning, nobody would want to get up anyway.

Reaching into the shower, Rethyn was slowly able to figure out how to get the water running and warm. Stepping back he slowly allowed the room to fill with a little steam. Walking over to the sink he waited for the mirror to fog over a little before reaching his hands to the back of his mask to remove it. He felt strange in doing so, this had been the first time he had showered since his awakening. He knew he needed to remove the mask to do so, but it would be difficult. It felt like it was a part of him, it wasn't something he could just leave away from him.

However, for now it would have to be removed. As much as he didn't want to, Rethyn laid the mask down next to the sink. Placing his hands to his face he felt like a child who had just had their braces removed, it wasn't long before he had to move his hair out of his eyes. It reminded him of his previous life when that was an annoyance he would sometimes have to deal with. Looking to the shower he sighed as he had just spent five minutes just to remove his mask. He was wasting water, but it was something unavoidable for the moment.

Stripping down, Rethyn left his clothing a pile in front of the sink as he quickly moved towards the shower and slipped through the curtains. At first, Rethyn seemed to try to avoid the water as it was a little too hot to the touch. After a little while it went from too hot to soothing as the young man begun to wash himself. It was something he indeed did miss while he had been gone from the land of the living. It was an unforgettable comfort that in life many took for granted, but no comfort is cherished until it is taken away. Running his hand over the scar upon his face Rethyn knew that all too well.


Day 2

The house was placed upon complete lock down, Rethyn knew this to be true as he felt himself hit a force as he tried to climb out the window. Rubbing his cheek bone at the pain Rethyn sighed a he couldn't get the know the lay of the land around the house. Looking down with a little disappointment he slid down to a sitting position by the wall. He was rather tired, but could not sleep here. He would be vulnerable and he couldn't afford to fall asleep out in the open. Someone would take off his mask and keep it from him, he wasn't positive but his paranoia ate at the thought.

Suddenly Rethyn heard footsteps! Fading away into the shadows he watched as two of Tristan's sisters passed him down the hall. For a moment he was scared he'd lose focus and they'd see him. He was already tired physically from using so much of his abilities to avoid everyone around the house. His powers were so physically wearing over time that it made sense his body wanted rest. Suddenly an idea appeared in his mind. It wasn't exactly a good one, but it was the best idea out of the list of more horrid ones. He would go nap in Tristan's closest. He would most likely be training or doing something else around the house so it would buy him time. Plus, he was suppose to trust this man. What better way to build trust would there be?

"No." Rethyn thought to himself. He was just tried and trying to make an excuse in his mind. However it still was the only option he had. Sighing he stood to his feet and vanished quietly. He had been working on the amount of noise he made with teleports throughout the day. The sound was getting better rather than worse.

Reappearing in the closest of Tristan, Rethyn made sure the door was shut before laying back and quietly going off to sleep. He only needed six to seven hours, it would be night time by the time he arose.

Day 3

Rethyn found himself staying awake during the third day as there seemed to be strife throughout the house. Especially Tristan seemed to be going a little stir crazy throughout the lock down. Through almost the entire day Rethyn continued the avoidance of the members of the house. However, in a rather out of character fashion he appeared at dinner. However, he didn't seem to eat anything as he just listened to Tristan's dad try to get the boy to come down for food. Upon hearing Tristan's refusal Rethyn grew annoyed as he stomped off to Tristan's plate, grabbing it, the young man vanished away as he teleported to Tristan's room.

Appearing just in front of Tristan's bed, Rethyn placed it down gently as he gave Tristan the cold stare. "Hey you idiot, you need to eat this." Rethyn paused for a moment as he waved to Tristan making sure he had his attention. "I'm coming back in twenty or so minutes, if that food isn't at least partially eaten I will teleport it into your mouth. I need you at full strength and if you're not going to eat we are going to have problems."

Turning to face away from Tristan he teleported to the training room of the house. He didn't expect anyone to be there at that moment in time as most were eating dinner. He had hoped nobody noticed him swiping a little food off of Grayson's plate before he had teleported to Tristan's room. Still holding a slice of chicken in his left hand he partially removed his gas mask to take a bite from it. This would have to sustain him through the rest of the day. For he would return that night for his own meal.

Day 4

Tristan could have sworn he heard a giggling sound, "Go away," he said. He wanted to be left alone. Go away the voice sounded like little bells, But I want to play.... Tristan opened his eyes knowing he wasn't hearing the sound of a human voice. She was sitting there, looking like some demented doll. "Why don't you want to play with me, I can be rather fun," Tristan froze, "How...," he started to ask. "How did you get past the barrier."

"Oh well I came in when the two big guys went out." Well that was news to him, apparently his father and Grayson were gone. "Now lets play." He felt her enter him without another warning. "Hmm, poor boy, you are sad, what can I do to make you happy." Tristan tried not to think of anything that could harm people in the house, she walked him to his door and unlocked it. He was trying to fight her, she wasn't very strong, but she was filling his head with some strange things.

You know for some reason, its seemed really crowded in here, I don't like it. Tristan automatically knew what she was talking about. How about before we go play outside...we get rid of her Tristan doubled over in pain as the goddess suddenly attacked from the inside. It felt like she was tearing and clawing trying to reach something. His nose started to bleed and he began coughing, "Fuck off." he muttered, "if you mess with her, you aren't going to like the consequences." Really, oh that sounds like a challenge... Tristan could hardly breath, so he decided to do something to draw someones attention his way. He took a glass he had forgotten to take back to the kitchen and opened the door. He throw it against the opposite wall. It made a loud crashing sound as it shattered.

From the hallway Rethyn jumped a little as he heard the shattering of the glass. "Why the hell would be doing this at this hour?!" Rethyn thought to himself as he in a flash appeared in Tristan's room. "Tristan, what the hell are you-HEY! Get back here you idiot!" Rushing towards Tristan he grabbed the man by the shoulder at the doorway to turn him around. Giving him the cold eyes he started to ask Tristan "Why are you throwing things, and where are you trying to go?!" Suddenly letting go of Tristan something didn't feel right about him. It was like it wasn't even him. Feeling the aura of Tristan masked with a much fouler one, Rethyn attempted to shoot for Tristan's legs to tackle him before he could go further. "Who the hell are you?!" he asked furiously to whatever had taken over.

The goddess inside stopped what she was doing for a moment, looking at the masked man through Tristan's eyes. "Go away, I am going to have some fun with the boy," she said. "Just as soon I get rid of the other in here." Tristan groaned loudly as she again attacked from the inside. He was pretty sure she had cracked some ribs in the process. However for a moment while the goddess was distracted with Rethyn entrance, he glanced at the other. That look could say volumes, whereas Tristan couldn't get two words of his own out of his mouth.

Growling darkly at the goddess Rethyn said. "You'd best get out of there, if you don't you'll only make things worse for yourself. I can promise that. Even if you manage to destroy him I'll make your death ten thousand worse. If you know anything about who or what I am you will know this to be true! Now get out of him you bitch!"

Rethyn moved so that he was now sitting on top of the controlled Tristan. Looking down at Tristan with anger fueled eyes he was not just angry about Tristan, his sister was in there too. However Rethyn knew if he made a comment about his sister the goddess would jump on the chance to get him through her. He would have to do something before she could do any further harm to Tristan or his sister. Rethyn was panicking under the skin though as he knew he held nothing under his bluff. How was he going to remove this goddess from Tristan?! He had no idea how to do it? Was it just something that guardian's did by instinct? Cursing silently he just shook Tristan as he roared at the goddess. "GET OUT!"

The goddess covered her ears, as the other shouted. She didn't like shouting, "Fuck you." she cursed at him, but refused to leave the warm inside of the boy she possessed.

At the words "Fuck you." Rethyn brought his forehead against Tristan's as he started to say in retort the goddess's words "Oh, you wanna fuck me? Why don't you just get out and I'll bend yo-" Rethyn stopped as he felt something through this form of contact. It was like a pulling sensation. With a toothy dark grin from under his mask he grinned as he focus'd on the pulling. It was as if he were sucking the goddess into his own mind. There was no fear in it though as this seemed natural for some reason. Was this the way he was suppose to remove these monsters? If it was then oh well, if he had to be killed off he could handle it. He had already died once, there was nothing really left for him in this world. Maybe on the way to the afterlife he'd see Kazar.

The goddess started screaming, making the boy cover his ears as she was pulled from him. He shook as she left slowly, and well painfully. "Who the hell are you." she asked as she left Tristan's body into Rethyn's.

Feeling the goddess writh in his mind he launched himself off of Tristan as his hands went to his head. Like a fish on a hook he had to get control of her. After a moment Rethyn begun to chuckle darkly to himself as he said. "I warned her didn't I? Tristan just stay there for a moment. If you can just watch my body. I'm not really looking at you right now so if your conscious that would be wonderful." Falling backwards it was as if Rethyn passed out. However, in reality he was going in to get the goddess he had just captured.

Appearing in the darkness of a room the goddess had nothing around here but sheer blackness. However the echoing of laughing could be heard as Rethyn could be heard from all around. "I told you did I? Ten thousand times worse." Suddenly the floor became like tar as it tugged the goddess downwards. Just before she was completely submerged in the blackness the world around her begun to transform. A little light jazz like music could be heard echoing cheerfully around as everything begun to change shape and color. Looking around frantically the goddess was confused.

The scene had changed to the inside of the car. Everything at first seemed normal as the scenery was that of the car upon a bridge driving along at what seemed to be the normal speed for the bridge. However, the bay below seemed to be covered in a thick fog of which gave the area an unsettling feeling. That and there seemed to be no other cars on the bidge besides the one currently going across.

In the front seat sat Rethyn. His attire was much different than it usually was. He was in a full suit, and he wasn't wearing a gas mask. However, just were his scar would normally be was a fully open wound of which was dripping blood unto the suit. Upon realizing who it was the goddess lunged at her driver to only discover she was held down by what seemed to be layers upon layers of leather seat belts. Speaking hollowly Rethyn spoke to the goddess. "Now now, we are almost at our destination. There's no need for struggling of any sort."

For a long moment the only sound that seemed to fill the car was the light but unsettling jazz music which only seemed to loop yet again and again.

Suddenly Rethyn spoke to the goddess. "Hopefully one day I'll have Death in here with you. He can tell you all about me."

Rethyn vanished, as he did the car made a sharp left into the railings. Slamming right through the railings the car dove directly into the mist. As the goddess struggled the jazz music of the car begun looping the same three notes of the song over and over again as she fell through the mist. A loud whispering grew and grew as she saw movement just below the mist. Peering she stopped struggling for a moment as her eyes could not believe what she saw.

Squirming and grasping at the air it was a sea of extended arms grasping for her. As the car landed they tore at the doors and soon enough at her as they begun attempting to pull her apart. One rather long arm drove it's fingers into her left eye as it tried to tear it from the socket.

Standing at the top of the bridge, Rethyn tipped a hat at the goddess as he said to her. "Until you're completely destroyed they will rip you apart and put you back together again to only do it again. You should of heeded my words. Welcome to my nightmare, enjoy your stay."

Rethyn's eyes opened. The deed had been done, and now it was certain. Rethyn Jadarus was the true guardian of Tristan. Without getting off his back, Rethyn weakly asked Tristan through the darkness. "How're you holding up over there Tristan?" Coughing a little Rethyn felt like he had just ran several miles. Breathing in deeply he tried to catch his breath as he awaited Tristan's response.

Tristan had been in the same position since Rethyn got off him. His response to Rethyn was a groan. He coughed again and muttered, "I'm peachy." However he wasn't going to be able to get up on his own. "Did you sit on me." He asked just because he didn't know if he had dreamt that or not.

Feeling a little on the defensive Rethyn lashed out a little as he said with a venomous edge. "Yeah, I did. You were quite comfortable. You should probably tell that to blondie. It would be a good selling point."

Rolling to his side, Rethyn pushed himself weakly up as he moved over to Tristan to ask him quietly. "Who in this house would do best to treat you right now?" Sticking a hand under Tristan's head with a suddenly flash and a loud crack Rethyn had teleported Tristan onto his bed as Rethyn now stood over him. Panting in sheer exhustion, Rethyn's mind attack on the goddess had taken a lot out of him.

Tristan didn't realize Rethyn had asked a question, he was slipping into unconsciousness. Suddenly he blurted, "Jules," which was his nickname for Julianne. Of course there was only so much she could do for him. It would take several days for him to heal.

Sighing to himself he took note at Tristan's unconsciousness as he placed his hand against his forehead. "I'm hoping that's not the one who called me a "pervert" he said to himself. Things were awkward enough as it was and now he was going to have to burst into one of his sister's room at the horrid hour of two in the morning to ask her for help.