As per usual with the last part of a story, you'll want to read the other 16 parts before reading on, which means agreeing to the earlier disclaimers, dealing with my earlier "I love you fellow writers that without you I would still be writing crappy young adult pieces of trash!" and similar things. This was a bit late in being posted, but I hope you all enjoy it just the same. I'd sugguest reading the last part again if for no other reason than so this feels stronger. Well, enough of my silly ranting... Enjoy the thrilling conclusion!
Hours tick by. Like seconds on a clock, they’re almost unnoticeable. It seems like time is just frozen… Until the rod suddenly snaps. Hard. It splits right down the engraved word, bubbling memories of some…programming…
Months of programming, hidden programming, I can feel it all whirring up as if it’s so deeply hidden away my mind has to work extra hard to find it. When it clicks, I know just what it is. The Lady put it in my head, so my mind would be reawakened if I was left alone and the programming that witch would try to regain over me would break. I can just feel my head throbbing, pulsing like a waterfall of boiling ecstasy as it bubbles up. My mind all comes rushing back. The rod melts away to nothing and whether or not its enough to do what I need to do, I’m myself all over again.
I want to be strong, I want to be fierce but before I can even tell what I’m doing I’m sobbing. Sobbing uncontrollably as I curl up tight and helplessly in a little pitiful ball, shaking, clutching my knees to my chest. That word, “obey”… Gods… I was so… I was so helpless and…
Slowly I manage to stand, stumbling and almost falling over in the process as I wrap my arms tighter and tighter around me. I’ll hold myself on a cold floor once I’m safe, if I’m ever safe again. I’ll never be safe again though, will I? Not that I was ever safe before. I try to look for a way out, for anything. I can’t just wait for her to come back. I’ll be helpless again in an instant and I know it. The woman did so much, so many programming, months, memories, oh gods it’s so… Horrible… I feel so dirty, so used.
She probably put this programming into my head so I could be healed up enough so she could break me all over again.
They keep bubbling up, forming around me, that programming… It wasn’t the woman, it was - it was Her! The Lady! My real owner! I can feel it now - Cotton pink legs all day, for over a month, to make me strong enough, brave enough, because I would need to find out what was going on. I have to help the others, learn where they were, rescue them if I can… I can be strong.
I smile through the tears. Wow. I can’t help but feel happy in a sad sort of way. Maybe, just maybe I’ll be able to find out. Maybe I’ll be able to stop that horrible bitch. I half crouch for a moment, looking around, trying to get my bearings. I can’t fail, not again, not ever. I have to save them all and… Finish that woman. There are no two ways. Too much has been lost.
Just as I start to get ready, comfortable in my own skin with my own working mind, the door knob twists. She’s coming back to check on me. She has good timing. Whether it’s good for me or her I don’t know yet, but I’m hoping it’s for me.
I can’t hide, and I know it. But maybe, I don’t have to hide. I grin, and fire up my favorite old trick. When I was a little girl, lonely in my room, I would fill the ceiling with my little silver sparks, making a monochrome lightshow. Why not try that now, with a little twist? I hold my hands up, and flood the ceiling with those sparks as if they were a swarm of buzzing fireflies. Thanks to the process used to stabilize my powers, I don’t even feel a little bit cold but the ceiling is packed.
The door opens just the last spark finds it’s way to the ceiling. Flame haired and b beautiful, the woman steps in with a smile on her face. Wearing those heels that no longer hold any power over me anymore She looks to where I was on the floor, but I’m standing off to the side now. Poor her.
“Obey.” I speak the word out long and slow, before gesturing at her for dramatic effect as the little silver lights fly at her. It’s all I can think of to do, all that comes to mind… And a touch of poetic justice never hurt anyone wielding it. It never hurt anyone wielding it, anyway.
She looks so surprised. Her eyes go so wide as one of my sparks hit her, and she twitches but… Her hands come up, and the rest of the sparks stop moving and freeze as if trapped in time. “What the hell?!”
All I can do is stare. Damn. This isn’t good. No, this is definitely bad. This is decidedly the most horrible thing that could happen. “I won’t be your stupid little marionette! I’m not a broken toy!” I hiss sharply, angrily, still freshly reborn mind as I try to find something, any way out besides through that woman. I’m not quite sure how well I’d fare trying to run past her, but I’m sure it wouldn’t be for the best.
“H… It doesn’t matter.” My sparks start to change color, from silver to a dark blue color as they float back towards me. There’s only one obvious exit. I don’t have a choice. The sparks coming towards me make me gasp, but only a moment later I’m growling, crouching low to run at her, to tackle her, maybe dodge the lights, something, anything, it’s better than just letting them all hit me, I’ve seen what they can do to someone if they’re used properly in a high enough dose.
She seems so surprised, and it tastes so good in my mind as I slam her down into the floor as fiercely as I can. The lights just fall away in all sorts of different directions. One of them just barely hits me, and shivers flow through my body. I let out a familiar gasp at that sweet feeling but it doesn’t matter. I can ignore one spark. Soon we’re both on the ground and I’m on top.
I pin her, straddle her, and growl down at her, hissing right into her ear. Now I’ll show her what happens when you mess with an agent of Chronos! “I won’t be used by you again, never again!”
“Get off me!” Both of her hands struggle, desperately. They try to attack me desperately but desperation like that rarely pays off. She wants to attack me so bad and I can practically taste it. She glares at me with those deep eyes, so incredibly deep as her hair spills out around her and her mouth twists as if she’s an angry animal being denied her territory for the first time in her whole life.
I stare at her and watching those eyes but I do nothing more than growl. That is, nothing more than growl at first. Slowly I pull my hands back, but not to let her go. I’ve never given a punch like this, but I don’t care how pretty her face is, it’s evil, it hurt me, those eyes… I smash my fist into her face as hard as I can, planning to just do it over and over and over again until she can barely even breathe. She doesn’t even deserve this kind of a courtesy. All she deserves is suffering and pain, and to suffer like she made me suffer.
The first punch lands, hard, and it’s probably the first time in this bitch’s life that she’s ever felt such pain. Just as the blow hits her hands come up, one on either side of my ears. The air between them ripples and moment by moment I can feel my mind starting to twist and fray so freakishly fast under the new onslaught… But I won’t surrender! I won’t let her win! I can’t give up now!
I scream, striking again, and again, and again. I have to fight through the pain, and ignore that even if I win I might end up without a mind for The Lady to heal, a mind so broken that I won’t even know I’m alive. It doesn’t matter. I won’t give up until she can’t move, until she’s passed out until… The Lady is waiting, She cares, She cried when She knew what She had to do… I can’t give up, not even if it kills me. I won’t fail!
It feels like forever, but eventually, the woman underneath me goes limp. Maybe she’s been limp for awhile. I’m not sure and I don’t care. Her head lulls to the side, hands falling to the floor. She’s not unconscious, but she’s seen better days. She just keeps moaning from the pain, and maybe from the shock of it all. I couldn’t know or care less.
The thought that I was so brutal, so filled with rage hurts, and I slump against her now that I can let the pain show. Still it doesn’t matter. I’m not done. I look down at her, glaring, and I put my hands on her forehead. Without a pause I send sparks into her until normally I would be shuddering like an icicle feeling cold beyond cold. My whole body shakes with the rage, frustration, and pain that woman put me through. turn about is fair play. I‘m owed this. “Let’s see how you like it!”
She jerks, shudders, and her eyes cross before they roll up into her head as she just keeps arching, twisting and arching, panting, sweating, flailing, jerking, gasping…
“You’re going to help me. You’re going to do just what I tell you to do, and not another thought will even matter to you. You are going to do what I say, aren’t you?” More and more sparks flow into her until I’m sure. Until I’m sure that even a psycho bitch like her is down for the count I pull my hands away, still glaring, still panting with the rage and adrenalin.
But sure enough she nods, slowly. Yes, She mouths, yes. She has nothing left and I can feel it, I can almost taste how empty she is. It’s all fried and burnt out and silver in her head.
Slowly I stand up, and roughly yank her up to her feet with me. “Take me to Pink. Take me to Dust, and all of the others you stole. You’re going to set them free. You’re just damaged goods now. So hurry up! Show me! Now!” I bark it all out, still shaking, and still feeling so uncomfortable with how angry I am, but not enough to calm down. I’m relieved, but I don’t think I’ll be able to really believe it until everyone else and I are back with Her and we’re all safe…
Shakily she stands, and stumbles to her feet. There’s nothing behind those strange eyes as she moves, leading me through the bizarre compound. It’s strange, and interesting, but neither enough for me to care to investigate it in the least. I just want to get out and far, far away. There are so many different rooms, some with beds some with out, some where girls as kitties are kept and toys and slaves and everything. All sorts of slaves, some kept in ways I can’t even start to recognize. This woman has the strangest bondage toys… There’s Pink, and Dust, and so many more, all of them with shattered compacted minds and I can see it in their eyes.
“Set them free. There must be some way to do it, and you’re going to do it. You’re going to set them all free and then kneel and beg for their forgiveness, and I don’t care if they don’t grant it…” I’m shaking. seeing those girls makes me shake, seeing Dust, and Pink… There’s so many, this stupid flame haired slave had so many, but… At least She’ll be able to find uses for them. The Lady should be happy with the new additions to the staff…
I lean against a wall and just watch. She gathers all of the girls together, so many that look normal but others that look so special. All different colors of skin, eyes, body types, different everything that can possibly be imagined. Slowly she puts her hands on either side of all of their heads and puts all of them back together. It takes forever, but eventually it happens. Some minds, some of the ones she’s had for too long are too shattered, and too frayed, and nothing can be done… I try not to sob each time she tells me one of them can’t be healed, and I just kiss them each on their foreheads, giving them each a tight hug and consoling them.
Even if they can’t feel it or know it or react. At least their soul might know someone cares. Some take hours, some take minutes, but eventually things are as well tended as they can be. “Now… Who are you what are you… Why?”
“I am Yanta. The youngest of my coven. Magic, witchcraft for centuries… Taking whatever I want. Tossing the rest away.” Those deep eyes are empty now, distant, and I can almost pretend that the depths of her mind are visible through her pupils with a dull silver shine.
“From now on, you serve me. You take what I want, you receive what I deem fit to give you, and you kneel to my every whim. Yanta, you, are mine.” I hiss it out, sharp and as angry as I can. I wish I could just give her back to herself, but she can’t be trusted. This is the only way I know I can protect the world from her. “Now everyone! I know that you don’t all know me, but I’m going to need you to just follow me for now, alright? Everything might not make sense now, but it will in time. Just know that I’m getting you out of here, and I‘m one of the good gals! Now… Let’s go before something even worse happens!” I grab Yanta by the collar and just start to drag her along to lead everyone out, hoping we’re just in some abandoned warehouse down the street from headquarters.
Yanta follows along surprisingly obediently, and though the ones I don’t recognize surprisingly don’t ask any questions, the large amount of women follow too… I guess I would follow. After all, what else is there? Stay and be trapped away in the place you were kept as a slave? Doesn’t sound especially palletable, does it? But as we leave the building, nothing looks familiar. Things are different, and the sky even seems a different color. The area doesn’t look very developed… Chronos was in a city!
Confused and beyond frustrated in an exhausted way, I look to Yanta with a glare. “Where the hell are we?! How can I get back to Chronos, to Her! I got back before, you’re going to help me get back again, quicker…”
Yanta nods, and waves her hand in the air and as she brings it down, it’s as if her hand tears straight through the air, through time and space itself, and she points. “Your home.”
I stare at the hole, and shake just a bit at how damned impressive this actually is. Damn. This is frightening… Why couldn’t a coven of people like Yanta use their powers to a positive effect? Pushing those thoughts aside I just shiver for a moment before motioning for everyone to follow me again, blasting Yanta with a few more sparks before tugging her through, and leading them all into the building. As I step in and look to the receptionist I can only imagine the response I’ll get. I’m quite sure The Lady will not expecting this out of anything that could have happened.
Not quite the reaction I was expecting, the receptionist screams as all of the women pour out of what I can only think to call a dimensional rafter. After I wave though, with my fingers curling in their cute little way she hit’s the intercom button. “Miss Silver is back with… Guests!”
The Lady chimes back some response, but I’m too caught up in hearing Her voice again to hear the exact words. The Lady, She’s here, and everything is going to be okay. If Yanta could get Pink, she would have gone after The Lady eventually. Even if I can’t be sure, I can feel in my silvery heart that I saved Her and that makes me feel good beyond words.
“Silver?” The receptionist’s voice speaks up and I’m shaken out of my little mental world as she stares at all of the women around me. I’m not sure what to do. A part of me wants to take this chance to silver up Pink and Dust, but that just doesn’t seem fair. Besides, maybe we can just count this as a freebee for me the next time one of them wants to go into my head. Think of it as a “get out of enslavement free card.” “The Lady wants to see you in her office.”
“Thanks!“ I step my way over to the elevator, just a little shakily and press the top button once I’m inside. Floor 100. Nothing feels more familiar than this. It’s even more tempting to bring Dust into the elevator with me and press that warm body of hers up against the wall and spark her up, leave her with silver lips and make sure that she knows it’s our little secret… Or to take Pink up to her old post in front of The Lady’s office and spark her up and give her a lollypop… I really have changed a lot since I became an agent. More than I think I’ll ever realise…
The elevator takes long as always so I’m given plenty of time to think. My thoughts still feel just a little frayed around the edges but at the same time it feels like they’re slowly fixing themselves. It’s as if that strange silver feeling I got in my head that once before is slowly repairing my head. Maybe this was what let me crawl away from Yanta, or maybe that was just some of The Lady’s programming that I took better than Pink, or Dust, or anyone else did… I’ll never know. As soon as the doors of the elevator open I dash to Her door, and once that’s open The Lady’s arms wrap ever so tight around me. I’ve never felt so blessed to be hugged, so perfect, so divine, but this is definitely sublime.
I hug her back, ridiculously tight, shaking against her. I can’t hold back my joy, squealing, clinging. I was so afraid I’d never see her again and now… Oh this is a dream come true. “Oh… I… you saved us all! And then, she tried to use my powers against me, and I pounced her… Hit her over and over again… She’s yours if you want her, I don’t care, I never want to see her again…”
She kisses me, hard, a long, real kiss, slow and tender and sweet. All I can do is gasp and shake, and press so close against Her that I can feel Her heart beating against my chest as She speaks. “She’s yours. Her, and anything else you ever want. Ever. Okay? Ever.”
Wow… No one’s ever said something like that to me, especially not someone who could actually fulfill such a promise, but… “I… what? Anything? I’m… I’m overwhelmed, and I don’t know if I fully understand I mean… anything…?” This is just too much, too blissful, to… Wow.
“You… You can have anything you want, anything I mean it…” She kisses my cheek and wipes my silver hair to the side as she presses closer. “Just… Whatever you want ever. Okay?”
Very slowly I nod, and kiss her cheek back, pressing my lips there and just moving them against her skin as I respond. “Right now I just… I want to hold you, and maybe Dust, and Pink, my kitty, my pillow, I… I… I don’t want anything fancy. I just… I want to be happy, and I want everyone to be safe.”
“You think about it, okay? Your kitty, your pillow, Dust, Pink, whatever you want I mean it. You just think about it.” She kisses me again, pulling me up out of the room, and away into the elevator, pressing for floor 99, for her room. “And this time, there won’t be any cotton legs, okay?” She kisses my ear ever so gently as the door opens, and as she tugs me into Her room, and over to Her bed, where she thanks me for the rest of the night, and there’s nothing better I could have asked for.
There might not be any mental triggering, but those legs of hers feel just as good wrapped around my head as they do around my mind.