Sanjay was still asleep. Sarish had checked using his powers. His friend's emotions had that telltale fogginess that indicated that he was asleep. Dreaming, definitely. Sarish did not linger. He would have to conserve his strength. He was numb now, determined. The numbness was the only reason he could use his powers. Numbness was a cousin to calm, and it was close enough that it worked. Not as well as an actual calm, but it worked.
His alter had not moved. He didn't look at it. He didn't want to see it. He had to focus.
Everything had gone so wrong. But it had been necessary. Nobody would miss him, not after what he had done. That was perfect. That would make it easier. This night could go a number of ways, but if his former apprentice did show up, then he would leave. Leave in the sense of a last breath escaping his body or leaving the mountains. Something would come of this night. It would be favorable for everyone in the monastery, Sarish would make sure of it. There was no way in hell that he would die before he warned them, in the very least.
And so there he sat, and there his soul lay, and they were silent and still as the sun crept slowly down towards the horizon and the light grew dimmer and dimmer. There was a gentle breeze. A curiosity he could not explain forced Sarish to open his eyes. A similar night sky. The moon was a curved sliver, a claw. Just like the night so long ago. But it wasn't that long ago, was it? Just a handful of years, but it felt like an eternity.
Fitting. Sarish held his powers steady, surveying. Keeping watch from his seat by the gnarled maple. His eyes stayed closed. The only light in the night came from the glittering quilt of stars above, and what little illumination the moon had to offer. It was dark, silent, still, and so familiar. So, so familiar. But tonight was not the night to succumb to memories. Tonight was not the night to reminisce. Tonight was a night that had to be focused on the future, not the past. Everyone in the monastery was in danger. Everyone. Their thinly strung peace was even more tenuous tonight. It would snap so easily. They would fly into a panic and there would be death and destruction and nothing would ever be the same. Nothing.
But none of that would happen. Sarish would not let it. A thought brushed against his mind, and he smiled inwardly, though his face did not move.
Sanjay will kill me when he finds out. If I die, he will resurrect me just so that he can kill me himself.No. No more thought could be given to this. Sanjay would despise him. They’d remember him as the master of a murderer. The monster who was responsible for creating a monster. A legend. A scary story, a foolish young monk.
Be careful that you do not end up like Sarish, my apprentice. Let his ignorance be your warning. He could not fade away, not after everything that had happened. He would be remembered in the worst of ways.
It's as much as I deserve.The night would have been beautiful in different circumstances. It had started off as a beautiful night years ago. It seemed that these nights would always promise trouble. A distinction he would never forget in whatever time he had left.
A flicker. Something brushing at the very edge of his powers' reach. A person.
Sarish felt his heart drop.
A person. Two people. Three. More, more. Eleven altogether. No, ten. Two were one. One leader and nine others. One familiar but not, and nine others. Intent. Nine were confused, but one was not deterred. The illusion. That must be the illusion at work.
Nine confusions turning into nine amazements, nine fears, nine struggles to push past it all.
One was dead-set. Hellbent. The two that were one.
So familiar, but not. Sarish wanted to withdraw. Ignore it, escape from the familiarity. Run, run, run and never look back, leave his alter and just escape. Run. The past was here, the past was back, and the past had brought friends.
Sarish realized he had never felt true terror until now. It curled in his gut and tore through his thoughts, shredded his resolve and suffocated his soul. Suddenly phantom blows ached all over, his throat tightening and his back aching. He could not do this.
I have to.He couldn't.
I must. It was all coming back. All of it was coming back to haunt him, to stand before him and judge. He could not escape. There was nowhere to run to. He could not run. He could not leave the monastery to the fate it did not deserve. It was peaceful, unassuming. He could not imagine the uproar that would be caused if they knew... if they knew...
No.
No.Sarish was falling apart, but he had to stay strong. For everyone's sake. For everyone. For Markus and Nirmal and Xi and the elders and the Head Master and Kareena and Chihaya and Carter and Sanjay and James.
James. I did not lie. You will never meet Dustin. Not while I am still alive.The eleven, the eleven that were actually ten were drawing closer. Closer, closer. The way to the maple tree was off of the main path. They would pass it soon. The tree could not be seen from the path. That was perfect. Sarish would have an advantage if he could sneak up behind them. He might be able to take a few down before they knew he was there. He was still sitting. Not yet. He could get up and move soon, but not yet.
Something stirred in his chest, but he ignored it. He needed to focus.
The eleven that were ten halted. Different emotions flickered about now. Mostly caution.
Determination. Surety. Anticipation, breathless anticipation. Fear, a small stab of fear because he remembered what had happened last time, and had brought backup just in case. He would not be denied this time.
And then the eleven that were ten veered off the main path and started towards the maple tree instead.
Sarish opened his eyes. There was his alter, standing in front of him. Strong. Alert. Awake. Moving. It stared at him and he stared at it with such conviction. It was almost a farewell. It blinked slowly, meaningfully. Sarish drew in a breath, released it. He stood, grabbing his bo staff from where it leaned against the trunk of the tree, slid his hands into position as he stood facing where the intruders would arrive from. His alter stood at his side, a new tear making itself known in the corner of his eyes, but he did not look down to examine it. There was no time.
Everything was still for a long moment. An eternity. The opponents halted. There was a grove of trees between the main path and the maple tree. A clearing between the grove and the maple. They were just out of sight.
A low, lonely, solitary howl rose from the trees, splitting the silence of the night. Loud enough, Sarish thought, to be heard from the monastery, but quiet enough that anyone awake would think that they had imagined it. The sound warbled, pitching lower as it came back down and finally cut off. Always so dramatic...
The snow leopard chuffed once, a gesture that only its vessel and the wolf could hear.
And then the wolf stepped from the shadows, a shadow itself. Its fur was dark, black in places and brown in others. It was a timber wolf.
It was achingly familiar. It hadn't changed, though any wounds would be hidden in the night, hidden by the dark pelt. The snow leopard was frozen. It wanted to both shrink back and move forward. It wanted to retreat and attack. It did not move. The wolf did. It padded closer, staring at the two of them. It took only a few paces out of the grove before halting.
And then someone else was stepping forward. Tall, handsome, dark, messy hair with natural highlights. A well-trimmed stubble of a beard that highlighted his face perfectly. Earthy brown eyes that were affixed to Sarish's. Nothing had changed. He looked exactly the same. Like he had stepped straight from Sarish's memories. Maybe he had.
Dustin.
Dustin's face flickered through so many emotions at once that Sarish could not pick out even one. He had stopped as well.
Sarish couldn't breathe. He couldn't move. He couldn't speak. His heart was racing so quickly that he decided he would not be surprised if he went into cardiac arrest. He had no idea what his own face was doing, what his eyes were conveying. He wanted to crumple to the ground and cry. He wanted to stride right up to the man who had done so much, the man who had hurt so many, the man who had tortured him even when he was on the other side of the world and forget about doing his worst. Just kill him and get it over with.
Sarish didn't know what to do.
"How would you react, Sara?" he didn't know. He didn't know even now in the moment.
They stared at each other, vessels and souls. It was surreal.
I can't believe that after all this time... I'm finally here, in front of you again.Sarish shifted his grip on his staff. Dustin noticed. The man unfroze, striding forward again with a pace that wobbled between hurrying and leisurely strolling. Like he wasn't certain how to react. Neither of them knew. Neither of them were sure this was real. The wolf moved as well, trotting forward so that it was right at its vessel's side. They did not stop. They did not stop until Dustin was a mere arm's length away from Sarish and the wolf was a few paces in front of the snow leopard.
Dustin's eyes studied him, drinking him in. His face was still unreadable. The monk raised the bo staff slightly, a warning. Dustin just stared at him, searching. He found whatever he was looking for, or didn't because now he was reaching out slowly. Sarish's breath hitched and he stepped back.
Triumph.
"You haven't changed at all, Sarish," deep, husky, but soft. Strong but welcoming. Proud but ever-so-slightly weak. A tone he reserved for Sarish. A sob closed up the monk's throat as he stepped back again, fighting, fighting against the rising wave of panic that threatened to consume him, to drive him to his knees and force him to give up.
Oh how he wanted to.
The wolf had stepped closer, but the snow leopard had not backed away. It stood firm, aggressiveness writ in every line of its body, claws unsheathed and ready. Sarish's eyes were drawn down as he remembered something. Dustin's arm. It was healthy. It looked strong. He had reached for him with that hand, with that arm. It must have been fixed. Dustin followed his line of sight and clenched his fist.
"Do you remember, Sarish?" soft, gentle, but tinged with that cocktail of emotions that the monk could never truly decipher. "You remember me, I know you do. Do you remember this?" he raised his arm. Sarish flinched, even though he realized directly after that the intention had only been for him to see. It didn't matter, anyway. Dustin was wearing a jacket.
And then the American was back to peering at him, searching, searching. "You remember..." he murmured.
Dustin hauled back and punched Sarish in the face. The master did not make a sound, stumbling back again as pain radiated through his head. A sharp, stabbing pain in his lip. Dustin had a ring on his hand. It had sliced his lip open. "That," Dustin growled as the wolf bristled, "was not nearly enough. You deserve so much worse for what you did."
Sarish did not answer.
"You..." the American was trembling now, his eyes alight with that murderous, crazy, familiar rage. "You have no
idea," his voice trembled and he barked out a laugh. "You have no idea how that felt. What you did to me... you have no
idea. You tore me apart. My mind... you
destroyed me!" his voice broke, climbing high into a shriek as he lunged forward. Sarish brought the staff up, pointing it at Dustin, who paused and stared at it like he could light it on fire with his gaze.
"You can't say no to me," it was back to that calm, that terrible switch that he could execute so effortlessly. "You never could. You were blinded last time. Blinded because you did not realize that it was all your fault. All your fault," Dustin didn't realize that Sarish was aware. Of course he was. "You will not say no to me this time."
The snow leopard hissed. The wolf did not back off. "How long has it been, Sarish? How long have you been here alone? How are you still alive? I half expected to find out that you were dead and that this was all for nothing," the monk's gaze flicked to the side of Dustin's head for a moment. "I know that you know that they are there," he whistled sharply and stepped aside so that Sarish could see. Nine men, all natives, all sporting patchy body armor. They all carried guns. Every single one of them.
Sarish felt the energy drain from him. Guns. So many. The monastery wouldn't be able to hold under such an attack. Some powers could be of some use against guns, but they were... guns. Guns were fast, faster than a monk summoning their powers. Deadly. Guns were something they had no power against. The men might be defeated, but at what cost? How many would die before then? They had already lost. The snow leopard was back to its old self, protesting through their bond stubbornly. There was nothing they could do, though. One of the men stepped up to Dustin and offered him a gun. It had something on it, just like Richard's gun had had. A silencer.
Sanjay. Sarish had to tell Sanjay. He drew his power up within him, ready to shout a thought laced with enough emotion that it should alert both the Head Master and Sanjay, ready to--
Dustin's gun was pointed at his chest, but it didn't matter because--
Dustin stepped into Sarish's space, close, too close, and Sarish's concentration broke as his claustrophobia slammed into him like it never had before. He dropped the bo staff, wheezing as he stepped back, Dustin stepping with him until Sarish's back was against the tree and he was shaking, shaking, opening his mouth like he wanted to scream, his alter springing forward to attack the wolf with everything it had--
Sarish's chest was tearing open, his soul twisting in the air and falling short, writhing desperately as pain lanced through it. He tried to scream, too breathless to manage it, overwhelmed by the sheer
agony, still standing because Dustin had hooked both arms under his own and was holding him upright. The gun had been dropped, it was by his feet. "Do you feel that?" he murmured calmly into Sarish's ear. "That's only a fraction of what I felt. I could do worse. I should do worse."
"If you call for help, I will kill everyone in the monastery. I will give the command and those men will turn on the monks and kill
everyone. It's very simple," and then he paused, waiting because the snow leopard had stopped its desperate convulsions, the pain fading rapidly as it laid at the wolf's paws. Dustin pulled back to look into Sarish's desperate, terrified eyes. He seemed to be distracted for a moment. "Would you prefer something else?" he asked gently. The monk didn't understand, couldn't think, watched as the wolf's form trembled and fell apart, growing, growing until it suddenly reformed. A tiger. It was a tiger now. So easily, so quickly, like it was no big deal that the soul had just
taken a different form. Sarish didn't understand, he wasn't--
James.Sarish found a moment of clarity, reaching one hand up and out. Towards Dustin's forehead. The American's eyes widened and he immediately let go, stumbling back a few steps. That was enough! Sarish darted forward, forgetting about his staff as he pursued Dustin, hands open and ready to strike, determination flooding through him as he realized that
this is my chance, I can still--! His soul
tore apart again, screeching in pain as Sarish tripped and fell, curling up at the agony.
Imdyingimdyingimdyinghelphelp... and then it faded, and vessel and soul were left panting.
"What the hell do you think you're doing, airhead!" ah. Ah. He had forgotten how that sounded coming from his former apprentice's mouth. A swift kick to his chest. Something cracked, but it was nothing compared to the pain in his chest. "You are still an
idiot, absolutely idiotic, stupid as hell... but not in this," and then a hand was grabbing his robes and he was pulled upright. Sarish could see the men with guns pointing them at him. And then he was looking into Dustin's eyes again.
Dustin.
"It's very simple. Very. What did I always want from you, Sarish?"
Come back to America with me."I'm not leaving without you. Not this time," his voice went soft again. "Monsters. That's what we are. You know that you are one. You've had enough time to realize that I was right. I'm always right. You don't belong here. You never did. It's simple. I am trying to help you," oh, his tone said as much. His warm brown eyes, that conviction. A bit of desperation. Worry that this might not work. "All I've ever wanted to do was help you. We're friends. I know you. You know me. I swear," he made sure Sarish was back on his feet before stepping aside ever so slightly. The tiger, still watching the leopard. But then it fell apart again, back to the wolf. "I swear on my soul," and the wolf flashed a bright blue, looking up at them, "that I will not harm a single person in that monastery if you come back with me. I swear that not a single one of these people will hurt anyone. I swear that nobody will even know that I was here. I swear it all on my soul, Sarish. As long as you come back with me."
There was no second option. Not really. Not in Sarish's mind. He was a bit surprised. He had assumed that Dustin might just kill him. But even after all this time...
'I'd never leave you. Not for long. I've always come back, haven't I?'He didn't want to. His mind was telling him no, his heart was telling him no, his soul was screaming
no!, but there was no other option. Nobody would get hurt this way.
Sarish was so scared. He was so scared. He wanted this all to be just a dream. Blood was dripping from his lip down onto his chin, onto his robes. He was so scared. But there was something else. Something else he had denied for so long. Something that he couldn't bear to hear anyone say, assume, suggest...
Dustin's voice was so gentle. So caring, his eyes sad but warm; supportive. "Sarish... you missed me, didn't you?"
Miss.
"You are disgusting. Sick. You deserve whatever Dustin does to you. Are you very certain that you remember?" it was nose to nose with Sarish now, the exact same pair of eyes staring at each other. "Do you really? Because I am you and I know. I know that you m--"
"What about Dustin?" Markus whispered, voice almost sweet as he peered down at Sarish with victory in his eyes. "Even after all this time... you haven't changed a bit, have you? Tell me, I want to know... I wouldn't be surprised to hear that you m--"
That I missed Dustin.No. No no no. No. Sarish was trembling, struggling to breathe, the pain in his chest so strong now. No.
He didn't.
"Sarish," so, so gently. "Tell me the truth. I deserve the truth. Hasn't it killed you to keep the truth hidden away? Hasn't it hurt every time you had to defend yourself, to claim otherwise so that you could survive in this hostile environment? But you don't have to hide it any longer. I'm here," a hand tilted his chin up, keeping away from the blood that Sarish wasn't even trying to stop. Brown eyes met blue.
"I missed you," Sarish whispered. His soul let out a low, chilling wail, shaking again because it was denying it, pleading, begging, hurting, willing it to be untrue.
"I know you did," Dustin murmured, settling his hand on the master's shoulder. "I missed you too. We need each other. Can't you see?" Sarish didn't respond. That was it. That was what he had tried so hard to hide even from himself. He had admitted the truth. He had bent to Dustin's will. He did every time. So weak. Because Dustin knew. Dustin knew that he would never cave to physical pain. Sarish would keep trudging through the pain until he was dead. But emotionally? All the American had to do was tug at the strings and the monk would be at his mercy. Every time.
"Will you come back with me, Sarish? Will you make the right choice? Will you come back with the only person who truly cares about you? Will you come back to me, Sarish? Will you do something worthwhile? Will you save all of those damn monks, all of those pretentious asses? All of those unworthy people? You are the monster and the hero, Sarish, an unholy hybrid that will never fit in with them. I am the only one who gives a damn," it was useless. Sarish had given up long before his speech. Dustin must have seen it, too.
"Yes. I will," and then the night froze again. Dustin straightened, eyes wide as his mouth curled into an unbelieving smile. After all this time... all these years, all the struggle... like there was no way it could be that easy. "But," and then the expression dropped so quickly that Sarish felt like he had gotten whiplash.
"But?" Dustin repeated, tone calm but borderline dangerous again.
"Someone had a dream about this night. A premonition. I knew you'd come," and the American stiffened. "But I am the only one that knows," Sarish plowed on quickly, needing to make this right, priming his bond with his alter. "I swear on my soul," and the snow leopard-still collapsed on its side but staring up at him with desperation, fury, confusion, trying to get him to stop what he was doing, to fight to the death, to refuse because they could never ever be under Dustin's power again,
never-flashed blue, "that nobody except for the monk and I know about this. Nobody else knows that you are here, or that any of those people are here," and there was a moment of silence. The snow leopard did not shriek and die in a spectacular fashion, so Dustin nodded slowly.
"And?"
"I will not come back with you if you kill them. But there is a way to solve this that involves me coming back with you willingly and nobody dying," his mind was churning to catch up to his mouth, his soul tugging on their bond desperately because he
couldn't give up, they
couldn't. "I will walk back to the monastery. You will not follow me, and none of them will follow me either," he gestured towards the confused but still armed men. "I will not raise an alarm. I will go straight to the monk and I will tell them that they need to lie to Sanjay," he nearly slipped and named some other names, "that I am dead. That the premonition was about me dying of some other cause. And then after I am sure that the monk will do so, I will come right back. There will be no panic if they think I am dead. They would never suspect you were here unless they saw you themselves. And I will come with you willingly."
Dustin narrowed his eyes, thinking. "Sanjay will not believe it."
"Yes, he will. You don't know what has been going on recently. It will not be as much of a surprise as you think," and the American frowned, very obviously wondering about what exactly
had been going on, but did not ask.
"You will swear on your soul?"
"Yes, if you will." Dustin lowered his gaze for a moment. Then he nodded. They both swore on their souls, and then it was done. Sarish was bound. Dustin watched him for a moment longer, silent. For a moment, the monk was sure he was going to say something. But then he simply stepped aside and waved his hand at the armed men, who all lowered their guns warily and stepped off to the side.
Sarish didn't move for a long while, brain finally catching up with everything that had just happened, what he had just promised. He was fairly sure that he was going to tip over and pass out at this point, but he didn't. One step forward. His soul pleaded with him, begging, begging because they couldn't give up, they couldn't go back, not with Dustin never with Dustin, but he ignored it. Another step. Three, four, and then he was padding slowly, weakly, unsteadily past Dustin, past the wolf, past the men, into the grove of trees. Out of sight.
He did not pause. His face ached, the blood on his chin starting to dry, his lip bleeding anew every time he moved it too much. Two ribs fractured, at least, he thought. It was hard to breathe, and it hurt, but he paid it no mind. Back onto the path. His soul was trying everything it could think of to get Sarish to change his mind, to please, please reconsider, but there was no going back. He was bound.
Back to the monastery. He did not halt when he reached the steps, taking them one at a time, slowly, stiffly. He reached out tiredly with his powers. Very few people were awake. It was so late. Almost everyone was in their room. Someone was in the tea room, someone was in the library. Nobody else was moving. Sanjay was still asleep. It was so easy to locate Carter's mind. The apprentice was still awake. Still in his room.
Sarish moved as quietly as he could through the halls, taking it all in. He knew that he would never walk them again. Straight to Carter's room, as promised. He paused outside the door. So much had happened... so much had yet to occur. There was no time for politeness. Sarish should just walk in, explain everything, convince Carter, and walk out. Courtesy was the last thing on his mind.
Sarish reached up with one hand and knocked quietly, quietly on the doorframe.
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