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|| Be Brave || Owl City ||
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|| Be Brave || Owl City ||
Erika was asleep again, her body seeming awfully weak these days. It was easy for Manfred to sneak in and take the memory orb without waking her up. He had done plenty of research and now, he was going to hurt them the way they had hurt him. Attacking him was one thing, but killing Victoire? That was crossing an unforgivable line. Estelle too, was dead, but he could still get back at them, he could still create a tool he had needed. Clover was being kept in a separate room, strapped down of course so that she couldn't injure herself or anyone else. Manfred entered the space, turning the light on. The kitten blinked, recoiling, having grown used to the dark of the room. "Let Clover go!" She rebelled instantly, pulling at the binds. Manfred walked over, holding the orb out. "Your sister's been lying to you Clover," he said softly, stroking her sweat addled hair off of her forehead.
"Don't touch!" She hissed, recoiling from his touch, but the seed of doubt had been planted. "She said you lost your memories, but she took them. I have them right here," he let her fingers touch the orb gently. "Do you want them back?" Clover nodded, wondering if this was some sort of trick. "Here you go," he pushed it against her head, the reaction instant. The orb broke, Clover's memories returning. She jerked, the anxiety, fear, doubt, and pain all rushing into her at once. Clover felt as though she were choking, the chest pain instant. "That's right, despair," Manfred said, lifting up a thin wire. He shoved it up Clover's nose, threading it down into her lungs. "Stop!" Clover cried, tearing up. "Here, drink this," he tipped a blue bottle into her mouth, the kitten choking. She felt dizzy and sleepy, wanting to escape this awful pain.
"Erika, where is Erika?" Clover managed to ask. "That's none of your concern," another needle, this one stuck right into her chest. "You see, most mages can't tolerate miasma, it hurts their mana nodes. You, however, have no mana nodes, but, as an anima, your body is naturally more attuned to magic. What if we replaced mana nodes with miasma? What would become of you, a normal, useless, cat?" Clover shook her head, wanting it to stop. "You can't die yet, but you need to feel your own pain, miasma feeds off of negative feelings. So stir, wallow, and perhaps then you'll be able to truly Blossom." Manfred took his leave, closing and locking the door with a magical seal. Clover felt as though she were dying, her chest constricting painfully.
It went on for days. Every time the kitten drifted off, she awoke to a new batch of anxiety. Occasionally, Manfred came to administer the sedation to ensure her heart did not go into failure. She wasn't allowed to die, but one could not consider this living either. The miasma did not have the same effect on her body as it did a mage's. Clover's features did not distort, there were no strange growths crawling along her either, Manfred checked to ensure that no dark tumors clung to her pale skin. Clove cried through most of it, begging for the pain to end, but he did not listen. "You will be beautiful," he soothed, stroking her pale fluffy hair. "Victoire won't be alive to see our work come to fruition, but it will work." He upped the amount of miasma and left for another two days.
When he returned once more, Clover felt numb. Her chest had stopped hurting, but she stared blankly up at the ceiling, dried blood leaving tear streaks on her cheeks. There was something strange, something wrong. "Another failure," Manfred sighed, he should have anticipated that this would not work. "It seems that you really were just a normal, worthless cat." He lifted up a sheet to cover her, believing the kitten to be dead when he noticed something odd. The mana stone in her chest that had been broken to smithereens had somehow been restored. It was no longer blue, but a deep, ominous black. Manfred grinned, stroking her hair. "Just a little longer my pet, you will prevail."