In Moria

[hawkeyekate]

She had finished her latest painting of Will, and she hoped it would be a promising Trump to find him. It had been weeks, maybe months. She's lost track. Her dark side felt even more empowered since they have walked the broken pattern. At times she thought it would kill her, but that other side kept her safe from the sparks and kept her moving.

She had been practicing on her own, too. Magic, Trumps, Pattern. The demon side coaching her more than Branden at times it seemed. And she was listening more to it.

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[hopeless-son.livejournal.com]

"You have taken advantage of my hospitality- and do not play a game of innocence, Kathrine, for I know better than to fall for it."

Reaching out his hand he moved to grab her by the neck intent on making her move back a few paces as he did so. "Messing in others personal files and papers is an offense punishable by death."

He knew that the stuff he had she had gone through was dangerous. To dangerous to keep either of them around now and this? This just proved it all.

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

She did in fact start moving backward, and brought her arm up to parry and knock his hand away defensively. She had shifted herself to a fighter's stance.

"Because you don't want people to see what you're hiding. Your family. Your son."

[hopeless-son.livejournal.com]

Even as the hand came up trying to block her his arm moved in an attempt to circle hers and bolt inward. "You will leave them out of this!" Brand's words boomed off the rock walls sending dust and bits of rock falling from the ceiling. He was quite the defensive person about his family when he wanted to be.

Kate had just hit a sore spot.

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

She brought her arms up defensively, and crouched, trying to keep away. Looking for a place to run, and get away. Get out of range of any attacks.

Even as she yelled back, "Touched a nerve, huh?"

Need to get to Milliways, or out of here. Now!

Working on it.

[hopeless-son.livejournal.com]

"You," Brand snarled, the ground starting to tremble under their feet, "have expended your worth. As my student. As a possible neice. As anything!"

If Kate wanted to gain her independence of him this was not the way to do it. Fear and anger drove both Brands now toward the very nerve that she had touched.

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

She was backing away, trying to draw on all power she had. What good was having it if you can't use it? Needed a shield.

Milliways. Will. Milliways. Will. Milliways. She tried to concentrate on leaving. Trumping, Patternwalk, something!

[hopeless-son.livejournal.com]

His eyes swam black like oil in water. "This is what you wanted isn't it, Kathrine?" Brand sneered, hands up and open as he watched her. "Independence? You seem death, now, is what you seek and that will be what you get!"

Raising his hands he moved them upward intent on picking Kate up with an unseen force then moving it to the right to sling her across the stone room into the wall. To him this was the fun part- tearing things down that he had helped build. Pardon the laughter that was starting to echo about them.

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

No time to block, no time to do anything as she flew through the air. Right against the brick wall, there was a sickening crack as her body collided with it. And another as she fell to the ground, pain flaring up all over her body.

[hopeless-son.livejournal.com]

Unseen hands lift her up off the ground- this is what she had wished wasn't it? It was a point he was going to prove to her once and for all: death or following him. "I can be a kind man, Kathrine, a just man. You can accept what is to be and go back to your proper place or I will do what must be done?"

The harsh hands toss her against the wall, footsteps of boots clicking against the floor as he walked closer. "I can heal you- fix you. Say the word and apologize. That you swear you shall never again do as you have done and serve me as your Master."

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

It hurt to talk, it hurt to breathe now.

But she still spat out, "Give me Will back or go to hell!"

[hopeless-son.livejournal.com]

"Will? Will is dead. By my own kins hand."

Rouch hands pushed her higher against the wall before pulling her away. "You wish to go to hell then? I can show you hell, sweet girl."

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

What? No, lies, lies... has to be lies. Please God, let him be lying, no, no.








"....No, you're lying. What did you do to him?!?" She struggled in his magic grip, fighting to remain conscious.

[hopeless-son.livejournal.com]

Coming up right into Kate's face he sneered. "One of my blood has seen fit to toss him into battle. Dead- all the men were." Raising a hand up he grabed at her chin tilting her head back hard against the smooth rock surface of the all. "And you will be joining him shortly."

With hand tight about her throat, it was clear he was one to rarely do his own dirty work like this. But he draged her by her throat toward the large stone window that faced the remains of the Bridge of Kazazd-Dûm. "Or I can change it all now...one word."

"Say it."

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

"You first!" She gasped, and tried to spit on him. Even as her lungs started to burn from the lack of oxygen, and her vision was tinged with black on the edges.

[hopeless-son.livejournal.com]

And his hand released her letting her fall like the Balrog had thousands of years before had done. Down into the depths of hell and the fires that burned below.

His hands were washed of her.

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

As she fell, her and the demon were focusing the last of their strength. Shifting shadows.

MILLIWAYSMILLIWAYSMILLIWAYS

And something small and broken vanished.