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The Contract Valley Chronicles Part III	By : vampyrevidia Category: My Chemical Romance > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 885 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Naida thought she had only been standing there staring at Lucy’s body for a few minutes, but Josh’s voice informed her different. “Are you just going to stare at her for ten minutes? Or are you going to help her?”
“Sorry. I … I don’t know why, but I can see all her damage in my mind’s eye. I know how to help her, but I had to stare at her for a few minutes to see it.” It sounded stupid even Naida, but it was the best way to could put into words the visuals she had just gotten of the unhealed hole in Lucy’s lung or the punctured spleen.
She sighed and held her hand just above Lucy’s body, closing her eyes and feeling the power fill her body. She stopped and pulled her hand back. “Something’s not right.” She took the trident off and tossed it Jeremy. “Hold that. I need to know something.”
She moved her hand back over Lucy’s body and closed her eyes again. She could feel the others watching her, but more than anything she could feel that marvelous power fill her. It was the power of the ocean, of life. More power than her small body had ever held.
She found the power to heal that she had held since birth, though it was stronger than anything she had ever done, and pushed it into Lucy. She felt the wounds heal and then, without even opening her eyes, she turned and threw the rest of the power into him.
She heard him gasp and opened her eyes, watching as all the horrible scratches and marks on his face that would have been disfiguring scars healed in an instant. She lowered her hands to her side as the power came back into her and turned to the others.
Frank’s face was the one she noticed first, full of rage and something close to disappointment. She opened her mouth to speak and doubled over in pain. She felt like she was being ripped apart. Her eyesight went black and then she was in another room.
She was in a grand hallway with high while marble pillars. The floors were marble with intricate designs, murals, in them. The walls were mirrored and polished to perfection so that every detail of her body could be seen in them. There were white curtains at the end of the long hallway that seemed to call to her. She stood from the ground and looked up at the sky above her, bare to the world, before looking back at the curtains.
She didn’t want to obey the call, but found herself walking down that long hallway. She caught glimpses of herself in the mirrors and, except for the blue of her dress and her eyes, she was almost lost in the white of the room around her. ‘I need a tan.’
“Your white marble beauty was always the thing I loved most about you, Naida.” Jon Walker stepped from behind a marble pillar and shrugged. “Your thoughts are not hidden here, love. We know all. Besides, could you ever really keep what you were thinking from me?”
“Jon? But you’re dead.” Naida was in utter shock. Her first love was standing before her as if he had never died in the gruesome manner he did. He looked better than she could have imagine and she couldn’t take her eyes off him.
He still had the long hair hanging in his face and the unruly scruff that had become his trademark, but his black combat pants had been replaced by white blue jeans with holes at the knees. His normal baggy, weapon concealing shirt was replaced with a tank top under an open button down shirt. He looked amazing, and she wanted more than anything to be somewhere else at that moment.
“Don’t worry, Naida. I am dead, and for the moment, so are you. I know all about Jeremy and am happy for you so don’t worry about that.” Jon walked over to her and lifted her chin gently, kissing her with as much passion as he could muster. He pulled back and smiled. “Just so you know I’m not a figment of your imagination.”
Naida had returned the kiss as soon as his familiar lips had touched her, but she had felt a twinge of guilt, confused over the comments about them both being dead. She shook her head and gestured to the room. “Where am I? And what are you doing here?”
“You are in the Hall of the High Chosen, and I am here as your guide into the Council Chambers. They have been waiting for you for some time now, from what I understand. I believe since the moment you killed your father.” He looked at the door and nodded, holding his hand out. “Come, they are waiting. We shall have a little more time to talk when they are finished with you.”
Naida hesitated only a moment before taking her first husband’s hand. He gave her hand a squeeze, letting her know that he was there for her, and walked through the curtain. A large door began to open in front of them and he continued through it, standing Naida into the middle of a large white room.
He kissed her gently on the cheek and smiled. “Don’t be afraid. It’ll be okay.”
He moved away from her and the room light up as the sun moved a little higher. There were people sitting all around in opera box style seats. They were all smiling faces and they seemed to be talking to each other.
“Thank you, Jon.” A woman with auburn hair and piercing green eyes spoke, turning Naida’s attention to her. “Hello, Queen Naida. We are the Council of the High Chosen. I am Persephone Bryar. The gentleman to my right is my husband, Bob Bryar. To my left, I have my brothers, Gerard and Mikey Way. If you will look behind you, you will find our newest member.”
Naida frowned slightly and turned, looking up into the box behind her. As soon as she saw the face in the box, she fell to her knees. The face was perfectly angled with dark lashes and dark hair that framed the pale face and the palest of blue eyes. “Mamen.”
“Yes, Nénuphar, I am their newest member. Salacia Poole will forever be at your service.” Her mother smiled down at her and looked back up at Persephone. “It is your show, Persy. I have told you what I believe is right. Continue.”
Anger flashed for less than a second across Persephone’s face before she turned to Naida again. “We have brought you here, Naida of the mermaids, to see where your intentions lay in becoming a Chosen.”
Naida frowned. Her intentions? What did that mean by that?
“We mean,” Bob interrupted her thoughts, his blue eyes entertained, “are you going to use your abilities to help or to harm? Your mother used hers for her people, the water nymphs, before your father found her. He used his for evil, working along side Satan in his most evil of endeavors. We want to know whose path you plan to follow.”
“Is there a way for me to think without everyone hearing my thoughts?” Naida asked the question that first came to her mind so that she could avoid the one being asked of her.
“We can suspend hearing your thoughts for a few minutes, but not for long.” Mikey spoke from his perch, smiling down at her like she was something special. Naida barely had a moment to wonder why, when he blushed and shook his head, black hair going into his eyes. “I’m sorry about that, but when Jon was telling us how beautiful you were, none of us truly believed him.”
“Beautiful isn’t strong enough to describe her, Mikey, and you know it.” Gerard sat in his perch, knowing smile on his face, and turned hazel eyes to her with a shrug. “Just do you job, Mikey, and suspend the mind-reading for her. She’s already nervous enough without you ogling her.”
Mikey blushed a brighter red and looked down at his hands. “Again, I’m sorry, Naida.” What were they? “We’re angels. We died and, because we chose this path, became part of the High Chosen council.” He sighed. “I should suspend it now, before you think something you don’t want answered. You have three minutes.”
Naida felt something in her head pop and could think. After all the horrible things she had done, how could she choose to be one of the good Chosen? How could she help people knowing that she could just as easily take their life? It was a question that plagued her everyday, but now it was one of the questions that would hinder her response to the grave issue at hand.
“You have two minutes left, Naida.”
But could she bear to hurt another after all the guilt she felt for the others? Could she stop helping others? She knew in her heart of hearts that after that night with the vampires after Jon’s death that she would never be able to harm another living soul like that again. She had always gotten a thrill and a sense of accomplishment when healing others, so why not make it a permanent situation?
“One more minute.”
Yet, deep inside, there was that nagging question about harm at all. What if those she loved were in danger and she had to harm someone to keep them safe? Would that count against her?”
“Time is up. What have you decided?”
“I need to know, before I make any decisions, what rules would apply if those I hold dear were in danger.”
Everyone in the room smiled, including Jon where he stood in his corner. Persephone was the one to answer with understanding and acceptance in her voice. “That, Naida, is the answer to our question. You did not think to ask about yourself. You not think to ask about all the horrible crimes you committed it. You asked about the well-being of those you hold most dear. That is the true calling of someone meant to be one of the High Chosen. The answer to your question is that I have killed to keep Mikey, Gee, and Bob safe more than once.”
Bob smiled over at Persephone as she glanced at him before he looked down at Naida. “I have killed to keep Persephone as well as our little Chloe safe.”
“I have killed to keep Mikey and Persy safe.” This from Gee.
“And I have killed to keep my family safe.” Mikey this time.
“You see, Nénuphar? We have all killed at some point in our lives to keep those we care about safe. Even I have taken life to keep you and Spencer safe. You have your answer, what is ours?” Salacia smiled down at her daughter as if knowing full well the next few words out of her mouth.
“I have done horrible things, but I know that if I had had the choice, I would not have. My family and friend mean more to me that anything. I would be nothing without them. I find the utmost joy in seeing someone I have healed walking around as if nothing had happened. I could never choose to be a cohort of Satan, knowing what he did along side my father. I wish to be a High Chosen.” Naida looked each one in turn as she answered their question, watching the slow smiles come across their faces as they saw the light in her.
“Then it is done.” Persephone smiled and moved quickly from the box, followed by the others. She came out of a door in the back of the room and walked up to Naida, hugging her softly. “You must do us each a favor before we send you back.”
Bob came out of the room with a small box and handed it to Naida. “For Persephone and I, our favor is that you take this to Chloe and Brendon. It is a note telling them how happy we are for them. There is also a protection bracelet for little Ryan that will grow as she grows. Please, it is important to us.”
“I will gladly give this to her for you.”
Gerard and Mikey came out next, each bearing a box. Mikey held his box out to Naida first. “As for us, we have similar requests, but of different people. I would like you to give this to Frank Iero. It’s … well, it’s stupid, but it’s a necklace of the first fang he ever knocked out of my mouth when I tried to kill him after my first shift. He’ll understand.”
Naida nodded and took the box from Mikey as Gerard held the other box out to her. “Mine goes to Ray. It’s a lock of my hair.” He smiled. “I’m kidding. It’s an amulet that contains the last of the protection spells I acquired before Chloe was born. It has a note with detailed instructions, you might have to help him with those, that tell him how to bestowed the protection on little Frankie and Artie.”
Naida took the boxes and put them in the small gold bag that Jon handed her, nodded to each person in turn. “I will deliver them as soon as I am able.”
“What about me, Nénuphar? I have yet to ask my favor of you.” Her mother walked out of the door and walked toward her daughter, two small boxes in her hands.
“Whatever you ask of me, Mamen, you know I will give it.”
“I know, my darling, I know. What I ask you is of no greater or lesser importance than the others gifts. But I have two requests of you. The first is that you give this to Spencer. It is the Heart of Sea, for he always wanted to be able to swim underwater with you. Now he can.” She handed the box to Naida who placed it with the others. Salacia held the other boxes tentatively and smiled. “As for this one, it goes to Rick. It is my heart, not literally, of course, but an amulet representation. He will understand.”
Naida took the box and nodded. “Yes, Mamen.”
She looked down at her hands and felt her mother’s arms around her. She wrapped her own arms around her mother and felt the safest she had felt in three years, even when in Jon and Jeremy’s arms.
She glanced up at the thought and looked at Jon. He shrugged and smiled. “I knew that your mother was your anchor, Naida. I wanted to keep you safe, but I know I would never be able to live up to Salacia.”
Salacia pulled back and smiled, laying a kiss on Naida’s forehead. “Jon will take you to where you need to be to get back. Take care of … well, just take care.”
She turned with the others and walked back through the doors into the beyond again. Naida stood, holding the golden bag, and found Jon’s hand in hers. “Come on, we have to get you back. Too much longer and you’ll loose the baby.”
“Baby?” Naida looked at him, utterly shocked. “What baby?”
Jon smiled and laid his hand on her stomach. “This baby. The trident is used to bind mermaid marriages together, but did you ever wonder why you were born so soon after your parents’ marriage? Though your child is a few days older than your wedding day.”
Naida blushed and Jon laughed, shaking his head. “I love that even dead I can still make you blush like that. I will miss being with you, Naida, but I am glad that you have moved on. Maybe it is time that I did the same.”
“There’s dating in Heaven.” Naida kept hold of Jon’s hand as he led her back out of the curtain and down the long hallway she had woken up in earlier.
He stopped in the middle of the hallway and shrugged. “It’s not so much dating as you meet someone and BAM! You’re in love. Hasn’t happen for me yet cause I wanted some closure with you before I tried for that heavenly love. I wanted to know it was okay with you.”
Naida smiled and kissed Jon gently on the lips, afraid he would break. “I want you happy, Jon. I’ve found someone that makes me happy, you need that someone for you too.”
“Thank you, Naida. But you have to go now. Farewell. Remember, I’ll always be with you.”
Naida opened her mouth to say something, but her eyesight began to fail and pain shot through her body again. She fell back and landed hard on her back, listening to everything around her.
She could hear someone calling her name, hysterical. Travis Walsh’s voice could be heard telling whoever it was that ‘there was nothing left I could do. I’m sorry, but she’s gone.’ Gone, my ass.
Naida groaned as her vision started to come to her and sat bolt upright, hand going to her stomach. She heard someone screamed and looked up to see Hayley bury her head into Spencer’s shoulder at the sight of Naida.
Something weighed heavy on Naida’s wrist and she held her hand out, gasping at the sight of the gold bag. “I had almost forgotten.”
“How did you get that bag, Nay? It wasn’t there a moment ago.”
Naida looked up at Spencer and found words coming of her mouth before she could properly think. “I need Ray and Chloe in this room ASAP.”
“Why are we needed?” Chloe walked into the room, looking tired, and saw the blood on the walls and Naida on the floor. “What the hell happened here?”
“Damn, Naida, I knew you liked to fight, but who was at the tail end of this blood?” Ray filed in behind Chloe with Frank beside him and shook his head. “Brilliant job.”
“It wasn’t me, it was Spencer and Lucy.” Naida stood, only to be caught by Jeremy’s hand as she struggled. “I have something for you.”
She opened the golden bag and reached her hand into it, thinking of Persephone and Bob. She pulled the box out of the bag and handed it to Chloe. “Open it.”
Chloe frowned but opened it, tears instantly filling her eyes. “‘Our dearest Chloe, We have hated every moment that we have been away from you, but it was to help usher in a better era for you and your children. We have seen little Ryan Persephone Urie from our place in Heaven and are very glad that she looks so little like Brendon (and honored that she was named after her grandmother). You knew we’re kidding. It pleases us immensely to see that you and Brendon finally realized your love and are together. We have given Naida this bracelet for little Ryan that will protect her all the days of her life. Please, be happy and know that we watch over you. With our eternal love, Mom and Dad.’”
Naida stood for a moment to allow Chloe to think about what she had just been given. She found Chloe’s eyes searching her face before she finally spoke, emotions causing her voice to crack. “I don’t know how you got this, Naida, but thank you.”
“They gave it to me. All will be explained, Chloe, but I have more.” Naida reached into the bag and thought about Mikey, handing Frank the next box. “From Mikey.”
Frank opened the box and pulled out the fanged necklace, tears threatening to spill over as he read his note. “‘I told you I would find a way to get this to you even after death. You deserved it. I didn’t know why I kept it for so many years, but it is yours now. May it bring you and Emelie as much luck as it brought me and Leigh, both in that life, and in this one. Brothers for eternity, Mikey.’” His face clearly said that it wasn’t as stupid as Mikey thought it would be.
Naida didn’t wait for Frank to respond before handing Ray his box. “From Gerard.”
Ray looked down at the box, afraid to open it. He took a deep breath and pulled out a small amulet and a couple of sheets of paper, one a note, the other instructions. “‘Ray, I guess this is it. I’m dead. Weird, huh? I’m talking to you from the grave. Even writing that seems kind of bizarre. In any case, I would very much like to tell you just how honored I am that you named your first son after me (though I’m very glad you didn’t decide on Ray Jr. Two Rays would destroy the world). All jesting aside, this amulet contains all the protection spells and abilities I found while Chloe was still an infant. I want them to be placed on Frankie and Artie’s heads. There are instructions (if you get lost, Nia can help you). Take care of yourself and those beautiful kids of yours (all because they look like that smoky hot wife of yours). Always Gee.’”
Ray smiled wide at the note and shook his head. “I guess this makes me glad that I had to come back to get Frankie’s stuffed dragon she just can’t sleep without. Even dead, Gee’s a total ass.”
“And Mikey’s still a sentimental smuck.”
“And Mom and Dad are still them.” The three looked at each other and smiled.
Chloe finally wiped the tears from her eyes and shook her head. “Enough of this. I have to get my bracelet to my baby. Let’s go get the stuffed animals, Ray, and then we can be gone again.”
Ray nodded and gave Naida a quick kiss and a thank you. Chloe did the same and they were gone. Frank just sat there and stared at the fang like it was about to sprout a body and crawl away, but Naida understood the feeling.
She turned to Spencer. “There are two more boxes I have to give, Spencer. One is for you.” She pulled it out and handed it to him. “Open it.”
Spencer took the box and nearly dropped it. “The Heart of the Sea? Are you serious?!” He found the note and opened it. “‘My most handsome Spencer, I give you that which I feared to give you while I was living. It is the Heart of the Sea. It is all I have to give to you. I am proud that you have finally found yourself and accept that. Keep your sister safe for she is more the future than she knows. All my love, Your Mamen.’”
Spencer stood looking at her and shook his head. “You spoke with Mamen? How does she look? Is she okay? What is she doing?”
“Whoa, Spencer, take a breath. She’s fine, she looks amazing, and she’s on the High Chosen Council. But chill for two seconds while I give out the last box.” Naida turned to Rick and pulled the box out. “For you, Daddy.”
Rick frowned and took the box. He opened it and then gingerly took the note, reading aloud, as everyone else had done. “‘My love, I have spent years wishing that we had both been strong enough to hold Caspian at bay so that we could be together. What he did to you was uncalled for seeing I had returned to him. So I have gone around that curse and given you my heart. I found a way to put love into an amulet and have done that for you. Caspian cannot touch our love if you wear it on your skin. But the one thing I must ask of you, darling, is to be happy. I have seen that you have taken Naida as your own and that has given you some happiness, but be truly happy, my love, for I am tortured by the sight of your sadness. Eternally yours, mind, body, and soul, Salacia.’”
“Curse, Daddy?” Naida’s curiosity was peaked.
“It is a long story, Nay. A story for another day.” Rick touched the amulet gently and shook his head, turning back to Naida. “You were dead for nearly five minutes. You need to rest.”
Naida sighed and nodded. “Yes, I do, but first I need to go to the infirmary and see if I’m truly okay. It wouldn’t do for something to be wrong with me and hurt the baby this early.”
“Baby?” Jeremy, Spencer, and Rick spoke at the exact same moment, all of them wearing identical expressions of surprised anxiety on their faces.
“With all the news of the presents from the dead, I almost completely forgot. Apparently, I’m pregnant. I’m not really sure how to react to the news yet, but now you all know.” Naida shrugged and started to head to the door, only to be stopped by Jeremy’s gentle touch. “What, Jeremy?”
“You should be happy, Nay.” Jeremy kissed her gently and she melted in his arms, kissing him back. “I am happy. I wanted us to have a child. I didn’t think it would be this soon, but I am glad for it.”
“I am now, Jeremy.” Naida smiled and kissed him again. “Come downstairs with me. We have to get me checked out before I can even think about sleeping.”
“And then tomorrow we talk about going to Hell.”
Naida turned and nodded at Spencer. “That we do. Even pregnant, that plan can’t be changed. Especially now that I’m High Chosen. Anthony Iero won’t stand a chance.”
“We can only hope, Naida. We can only hope.” With that cryptic remark, Rick headed towards his office while everyone else split up, doing last minute activities of normality before everything was thrown back into the centrifuge of life.
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