Claimers: Mine, mine, mine.
Take them and they'll blow up in your face.
Title & Lyrics: 'System
of A Down' own the song, CUBErt, not me.
Dedications: This goes out
to 666-Damien-666. You're my 'rock and roll
and cola war'. That line is owned by Billy Joel, not me. It's from 'We Didn't
Start The Fire'. I think we did.
Humans everywhere, canned,
Clichéd People can not dare,
Die-Die-Die.
Jude's POV
LaOC XXXV - Clichéd
People Can Not Dare
Shouting all around.
My eyes open, and chaos greets me.
I push myself up.
I hope she did not break my jaw.
Something to my side catches my attention.
Elle?
I see her lying on the floor.
Discord is struggling with Michelle, but that
is not my concern.
My God is.
I rush to her side.
'Your eminence? Can you hear me?'
I brush her hair out of her face, carefully.
'I'm--ok, help Michelle.'
'I have to get you somewhere safe first.'
I go to pick her up but something crashes into
me.
Discord!
Damn you to Hell.
And my wish has come true, for I look up into
the face of a demon.
Distorted, filled with hatred and anger.
I kick her off me and try and get back to my
God, to take her to safety.
A pair of hands grab my legs, pulling me down
to the ground as I stretch out to Elle.
I am quickly dragged away from her.
And it seems my luck left me the same
day my happiness did.
'Hey, that's my girl you sad excuse
for an Angel!'
She drags me up, pulling me to her.
I punch her repeatedly in the face, but...
nothing, no effect at all!
Her strength is in-human.
She may be an Angel, but this is... unnatural.
Her eyes are insane as they stare, unblinking,
into my own.
Sweat is dripping off her face and something
feels wrong.
So very wrong.
It's that same look!
She reminds me of...
A punch to my throat sends me across Sam's
table and onto the floor.
And I can't breath.
I can't breath!
I stand but I am beginning to panic.
I stumble back into a chair, and I am
on the floor once more.
I CAN'T BREATH!
My hands go to my throat.
She's crushed the bones, I can feel them digging
into my skin.
I need to focus to heal it.
But I can not still my fear.
I am being consumed by my own nightmare.
My hands go to my throat, trying to do something.
But the more I try, the more I panic and the
weaker I get.
I--can't--breath!
The light of the room gets further and further
away, until it is almost a pinpoint.
Slowly, so slowly, that little spot of light fades
to black.
Elle's POV
Don't lie on the floor like a half God!
Stand up and help.
With a firm push, I get to my feet.
I have to hold on to the wall for support.
I glance round quickly, trying to assess the
situation.
Michelle has Dizzy on the floor, holding her
down as other Angels rush to help her.
I am frozen as I watch her struggling to get
up.
Then my attention is drawn to... Jude?
I run to her side, and she's blue, staring
up at the ceiling.
What's happened to her?
I listen to her thoughts, and they're so weak.
Dizzy crushed her throat?
I get to my knees, next to her.
I lay a hand on throat and start to shift
her bones away, clearing her airway.
No-one's dying here, no-one!
'Jude, you need to relax. Don't fight me. That's
it. Relax.'
Suddenly, she drags air into her lungs and
rolls on her side, coughing.
I inhale deeply, to clear the light-headed
feeling I have after that healing.
The shouting draws my attention once more.
To my one time love, who is now so lost.
She's been brought to her knees.
Gabrielle and David have hold of
one arm each, pushing them behind her back.
Kreousa is attempting to take her legs away,
so they can get her on her front.
I rub Jude's back, trying to calm her down,
but my eyes never leave Dizzy.
She's like a wild beast.
A dangerous caged animal trying to break free.
I can hear Michelle talking to her, trying
to get her to stop struggling.
But it's no use.
I don't think she's in there.
When she looked in my eyes, she was gone.
Arminius and Dominic arrive.
'Take Jude to the infirmary quickly.'
They begin to do as I say.
But as Arminius looks at Jude I... not hear,
more feel something from him.
It's not complete, the flash of emotion that
hits me, but...
I'm a God of instinct, and I will not ignore
it.
'Wait. Leave her here. Both of you go and get the
restraints.'
They leave quickly.
I never get thoughts from Arminius, only flashes
of... feelings.
'Go, your--eminence.'
I stroke Jude's face, and press a finger to
her lips.
'Don't try to talk. Lie still. Dizzy's under
control.'
With three people holding her down you'd think
that'd be the case.
How wrong I was.