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12 October 2009 @ 08:34 am
098 Writer's Choice: Obey  
Title: Darkness Overwhelming
Fandom: Mystic Force
Pairing: N/A
Rating: 15
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary/Warnings: Somewhere, all wishes come true. Phineas tells Udonna some truths.
Word Count: 500 / 52 682
Author's notes: My table is here.




098 Writer’s Choice: Obey

Phineas was watching his hands, trying desperately not to spill the tray, when he came through the entrance. He was several steps into the room before he looked up and saw Udonna.

“Uh-oh,” he muttered, putting the tray down as quickly as he could without spilling it. “Uh, you can’t…you shouldn’t…I don’t think you…”

“I’m merely stretching my legs, Phineas.”

“Yeah, but you’re supposed to be…” He trailed off, looking uneasily at the ledge at the back of the room.

Udonna shook her head. “I have not touched anything, nor have I tried to escape. I am simply moving about. I have not left this cave in so long I’ve lost track. He cannot begrudge me this.”

“Two weeks.”

“I’m sorry?”

Phineas looked up as though startled. “What?”

“You said two weeks?” Udonna said patiently.

“Yeah. I did. It’s just over two weeks since the snow day. Since he took you outside.”

“Two weeks,” Udonna repeated. “Then he cannot begrudge me walking about in here.”

“Well…see, the thing is…he sort of can.” Phineas took a step forward, intent. “Having you makes him stronger. Anything you do against him, anything that can be construed as disobeying, makes him weaker. If he falls too far, he won’t be able to protect you. And Necrolai will kill you.”

Udonna was standing very still. “You’re asking me to accommodate my own kidnap.”

“I am telling you to survive. Obey him. Do your duty to the magical people. We are waiting for you.”

She smiled faintly. “I don’t think I’ll be leading you anywhere, Phineas.”

“After…this.” He waved vaguely, effortlessly dismissing the Darkness and everything it had wrought. “We’ll need you. Clare isn’t strong enough.”

“Maybe. She’s still alive, that’s strong.” Udonna sighed. “So I must give up even my small freedoms.”

“You can think anything you like,” Phineas said brightly. More seriously, he added, “I’ll try to get him to take you out. It’s for your protection, you know—out there Necrolai could do anything and cry accident, and she’d get away with it. She’s Morticon’s favourite.”

“For the moment, at any rate.”

“She’s got no competition. Koragg’ll never be favourite; he doesn’t kill enough people. Leelee’s not monster enough. There isn’t anyone else.”

“No,” Udonna agreed. “I suppose we must be grateful for that.”

“He doesn’t mean to be unki…” Phineas stopped midsentence, editing himself. “He doesn’t mean to be cruel. That’s not his nature. He just forgets not everyone’s a warrior.”

“I see.” Udonna carefully sat on the ledge. “In future, I will be more careful.”

Phineas nodded, turning back to the tray. “Ready to eat?”

“I’m not hungry. I would like to be alone…if that is permitted.” She couldn’t or didn’t keep the bitterness out of her voice.

He nodded easily, moving the tray closer to the ledge. “Maybe later. I’ll just leave it here.” He turned away, pausing in the doorway to add, “I’ll be outside.”

“Yes,” Udonna agreed, still with the same bitter tone. “I’m sure you will be.”