She loathed being in this dark, miserable ocean, every second spent stuck to that horrible little monster, every minute fighting to escape this living nightmare.
Lapis had been strong enough to keep her down for however long she was here for, but this moment seemed, different.
She could feel it almost instantly, feel the hold of that little sneak slip, just enough to yank her under.
’Lets see how you like it under here’
Rising to the surface of whatever place this was, being able to breathe something other than the clammy, choking and icy water surrounding her was a temporary relief.
Then she saw her. Still gasping for air, only one sentence was formed.
Why was she still in that pudgy form? Wouldn’t Rose have wanted to morph into something more powerful? Or was she damaged and unable to reform herself correctly? Yet there she was, and her meek reply of “Jasper” sent something inside her right off the edge. This was the warrior she heard about, fought against? This was the champion that sent Homeworld fleeing the earth?
Gritting her teeth, Jasper began to claw her way towards the high and mighty traitor as best she could, furious and frustrated that Rose sat there, staring in horror as she dragged herself forward, only able to repeat herself with increasing fury.
There Rose was, in arms reach, flinching away as she swung an arm forward to grab her and, do what? She had no clue but she’d think of something-
-Another shift, and as quickly as she rose, she was being yanked back under the water.
“NO.” She screeched, grasping at the icy, watery floor to try and halt her. She did NOT want to go back down into the cold, dark, silent void and-
Rose stared down at her as she sunk into the abyss.
Something, something was changing again though.
Lapis was sinking in too, willingly but still she couldn’t move herself.
Then, a strange, warped feeling took over her.
A feeling that was horrible and powerful and completely terrifying and alien, before she knew it, she felt as though Lapis had somehow fused them together in this void, even more than they had been, and within seconds, she was forgetting which emotions and memories were hers and which one’s were Lazuli’s. She was in a mirror waiting for freedom, on a watery tower in space, in a space ship zooming towards the earth, being battered by a fusion deep in the ships core, which were hers?
Who was she?
She knew she was trapped. Malachite didn’t know what was trapping her, she didn’t know how she got here, but she knew that she couldn’t escape, and that was infuriating. Who was she? Who would keep her down here? So many questions...
She did know, however that she wasn’t alone...
Turning her attention to the small child bobbing in the water, curly black hair, a salmon colored shirt with a star on it, blue pants and strange looking shoes, staring at her with a look of horror and sorrow on his tiny, chubby face.
She knew he was Steven, but still wondered who exactly that was.
She knew that she didn’t want him here, yet wondered why she would want that.
Staring at him, torn between anger, frustration and, strangely enough, concern, Malachite mustered up the only response she could.