06-13-2013, 12:28 AM
"You fools! There must be a balance, there has to be something like me out there, there-"
"Shut up, you foul thing." Thoth had crossed the baseball field, and held up one of his quill pens with the piece of paper. "Hold him still." Tucked into his palm was the Fabric. Apep's eyes widened and his frantic shouts turned to whimpers.
"Thoth, please, birdy boy, don't put me in there, they'll- you know what they'll do to me," he pleaded.
"To be entirely frank, Apophis, I regret allowing you to survive this long." He scribbled the last word of the spell and the paper lit bright white, blinding the serpent god, and he slammed the Fabric and the spell on either side of Apep's head. In a flash of light, he disappeared, and Bastet landed on the ground with a piece of scaley flesh in her mouth. She promptly spat it out.
The Fabric for a moment resembled pure void - a hole, so to speak, in the world itself. It soon refilled with stars - but not before a distant, terrified scream made its way out. Thoth twisted the cloth and it returned to its usual lovely shade of blue. "It's over."
High dive into frozen waves where the past comes back to life. Fight fear for the selfish pain;
It was worth it every time. Hold still right before we crash 'cause we both know how this ends.
A clock ticks 'til it breaks your glass and I drown in you again,
'Cause you are the piece of me I wish I didn't need. Chasing relentlessly, still fight and I don't know why!
If our love is tragedy, why are you my remedy? If our love's insanity, why are you my clarity?