M is for Myg

“I am not paying you for this!” I screamed at Dr. Moody.

Vanny lay there mortally wounded, bleeding uncontrollably, her breathing shallow and quick. I thought she and I were dead meat for sure. But I was wrong.

Rezzed from a shadow it seemed, like an unholy vision, Lisa appeared. And wow, was she pissed.

“What have you done to my child?” Her voice was steady, calm and cold.

“She’s dead,” said Doctor Moody.

Steel flashed unforgiving moonlight into the room, as Lisa drew an unnatural looking blade and held it to Moody’s jaw.

“No one hurts my girl.”

Dr. Moody grabbed Lisa’s blade and squeezed, dripping blood as she forced it down against all of Lisa’s strength.

“It seems you’re mistaken about that, dear.” Dr. Moody glanced where Vanny lay, now motionless.

Lisa’s eyes glowed red. The doctor pulled an ancient looking blade, but instead of fighting with it, she began drawing strange symbols in the air. In an unworldly tone sounding half strangled chicken and half boxer, Moody chanted in an alien tongue. Lisa flinched at the sound of her voice, but then drew her hood tightly and prepared to attack.

Quickly she slashed at the doctor, slicing into her coat and leaving a nasty gash in her thigh, but the doctor, preoccupied, hardly noticed. Moody seemed completely devoid of any feeling at all. She made jabbing motions at Lisa with her sword, almost playing with her.

“Vanny was not loyal to you–you are better off without this broken puppet.” She nudged Vanny’s lifeless form with her boot and Lisa lunged at her again, but Moody blocked.

“You know,” she continued, and then looked in my direction menacingly. “It was Mygdala who caused Vanny to suffer this fate. As long as she lives, Vanny will never rest in peace.”

Lisa steadied a long, hard look into my eyes, and I saw such pain in hers my body shook. For once I was speechless.

“You and I are very similar Mistress Takao.” Moody said more softly, working her true magic. “I understand your attachment to Mygdala, but believe me when I tell you she is not who she appears to be.” Lisa steadied her blade at Moody, but turned to me.

“What is she talking about Myg?” I had no answer.

Moody smacked Lisa’s blade out of her face and began chanting again, and Lisa recoiled as if in physical pain. As the doctor’s foreign words echoed in the therapy office, I felt strange bubbling feelings, like my blood was warming. But it was different from the rage–it was like white heat, and it began to flow from my hands, my feet, the top of my head.

“Is it getting warm in here?” I asked.

Moody seemed to feel it too, because she started to stutter. And if you’ve never heard an evil incantation with a speech impediment, let me tell you it isn’t pretty. She looked in my direction, horrified, and then turned to Lisa.

“L..l..lisa k..kill her!” Moody shrieked. “It’s M..m..m..m..mygdala who has done this to your ch..child, and sssh..she’ll do it to all of us if she is allowed to l..l..l..live!”

Lisa shuddered at Moody’s tripped up screeching, her piercing shrill voice like hot dull needles in the brain. Lisa looked at me, almost desperately, and I held my hands up to her in surrender. Lisa was my oldest friend, my first protector, and I could never fight her. If Lisa wanted me dead, I was done.

“D..d..dooo it!” Moody screamed.

Lisa approached me tenuously, blade drawn and pointed in my direction. It seemed like the end, at last.

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