'Papa," Alessandra spoke as she curled close to his chest. After a few seconds she uncurled herself and raised her top half until her eyes met his. She noticed his eyes appeared glazed over. Alessandra gritted her teeth closing her eyes. "Roses," After she spoke a rose appeared going down her unbroken arm, and the bud bloomed at her palm again. Alessandra touched the bloom to Marcelo's chin. "I will drag whatever is in you to its death with me."
The bloom glowed brightly. The shinning bud drifted up the side of Marcelo's face cradling his head. The bud of the rose dropped a tear of water onto his hair. Alessandra closed her eyes allowing her body to fall lax. She mentally left her body entering her father's mind.
Alessandra appeared in the white area in Marcelo's mind. She glanced over to the chained Marcelo. "Hello, Papa," Alessandra greeted him.
The grey figure stopped advancing toward Marcelo.
Marcelo noticed the appearance of his daughter. The skin that hung off of the side of her neck, and the wounds that decorated her body. His eyes shattered. Did I do that, he thought. Marcelo tried to lift his body up, but the chains forced him back down. He tried again and again, but each time the chains grew heavier.
"Who are you?" Alessandra questioned the grey figure.
"It matters not who I am, but you may call me Grey the owner of your parent," He responded as he gazed at her.
Alessandra sneered at the figure. "You are going with me to my grave." Her unbroken arm with the rose illuminated. The glow changed to an unearthly blue hue.
"I shall end you my self." Grey charged toward Alessandra.
Marcelo scratched at the white floor creating gouges in the tile like floor. He growled, snarled and begged. The chains finally loosened. He rushed to put himself in between Alessandra and Grey.
Grey was unable to see the quick interference, used his sword and stabbed Marcelo.
Alessandra's eyes widen.
"No, no," grey chanted. With a flick of his wrist, he sent Marcelo out of his mind.
Marcelo clenched his right side. The puncture stung as blood seeped down his side. He gasped as he looked down. Alessandra never left in his arms. Marcelo buried his face in her hair as he slowly lowered her to the floor.
"You foul creature look at what you made me do," Grey snarled raising his blade up.
Alessandra's rose leaped from her arm and wrapped around Grey. Thorns punctured the prominent figure. The bud of the rose snaked up Grey's face.
"This hurts," Grey choked out. The rose constricted tighter and tighter. The grey figure dropped black blood all over the white floor. Finally the snapping of body parts one at a time echoed within the area. "This isn't over," He choked out.
Alessandra walked over to Grey, and she attached herself to the thorny bush.
"What are you doing," Grey asked her shaking.
"I will be a seal. My body will become ash, but my spirit will coil around you ending your influence." The branches of the rose bush coiled around Alessandra pushing its thorns into her. "Ahh," she screamed as the branches enveloped her. The branches constricted faster on her mental self.
The branches pulled tighter and tighter imploding her. Alessandra's body exploded showering the ground with blood and golden hair.
"No, no! Grey tried reaching and tearing at the branches. They soon swallowed him whole. The branches themselves then fell apart leaving only traces of the mental Alessandra behind.
Alessandra's body shuttered as she briefly returned to her physical form. She reached her unbroken arm up. Her hand clenched the back of Marcelo's hair.
Marcelo lifted his head. "Alessandra," he spoke mournfully.
"You are now free." Alessandra's eyes opened, and her hand fell.
Marcelo stood up careful not to drop her. He spun her around.
"Before I depart your youngest I turned into a child. He will age again. He is fleeing to Norfolk. He wanted to fight. I would not allow it. Find him." Alessandra suddenly burst into ash. The grey specs floated in the air and slowly drifted down.
Marcelo ran his hands through the air catching as much ash as he could. "Always the wise one." He walked toward the double doors leaving behind her memory clenching a hand full of ash.