ETS WIP Chapter 10: Everything Has Gone Wrong
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Lyta had been feeling good the last couple of weeks.
Actually, no, she'd been feeling amazing.
Alive, awake, and sure she'd been angry and testy and short-fused but that was a price she was willing to pay to feel this good, this consistently.
However, there was a big downside to this whole "everyone is angry all the time" thing, and that was that Aeth seemed to be mad at her all the time.
That, made Lyta feel worse than anything else.
She was concerned for her friend. They had gone through a lot, and things hadn't really been better for them since everything was more-or-less resolved.
For some reason, when Aeth started sending her lots and lots of videos on Swwarm, that put Lyta's hair on edge. There wasn't anything specific that Aeth was doing or not doing that made Lyta concerned, but there was a break in some hidden pattern, something was off and she couldn't tell exactly what it was.
Their days off didn't line up properly for a little bit, and with everything, Lyta had to fight against herself to offer Aeth some space. So it wasn't for a few days until Lyta saw Aeth.
And when she did see them she instantly knew something was wrong.
Aeth, like anyone, used their phone a fair amount.
But they were all but tied to it, barely looking up from the device as they walked into the office.
Lyta went over to talk to her friend and Aeth had a full conversation with her without looking up from their phone.
This was extremely unusual and not at all like Aeth.
"Are you ok?" Lyta asked, reaching out for her friend.
Aeth pulled away from the touch, very unlike them, and then responded. "I'm fine. Nothing to worry about."
Lyta was concerned at the answer, so unlike Aeth.
"What's happening?"
"Nothing. I've been practicing some meditation and mindfulness things I found on Swwarm. I can send them to you."
"No, that's fine," she said but she already felt her phone vibrating in her pocket as Aeth sent her several videos. "We'll talk after work."
"Sure."
The whole thing left a bad taste in Lyta's mouth, and that feeling carried her and fueled her through the rest of the day.
Lyta worked the phones for the rest of the day, biting back comments and angry reactions even though she desperately wanted to. Everything around her was pushing her buttons and pushing her to reaction.
She felt the itch at the back of her wrists, the clawing and itching for release and power, but she had long ago learned to push that down and away.
When she finally managed to clock out and leave, she found that Aeth had already left.
"They had some kind of personal emergency to take care of," one of her boss' heads told her as she looked for Aeth around the office.
That only put Lyta in a worse mood.
She grabbed her stuff from her locker, and stormed off back to her home. If it was a real emergency Aeth would have told her, Aeth would have come to her. Everything here was deeply and irrevocably fucked.
Once she was in her apartment, Lyta angrily poured herself a drink, and reluctantly started to make food. She was pissed and the last thing she wanted to do was keep having to do things, to put forth effort just to live in this stupid bullshit day. But objectively she knew that she needed to. That her anger was not her, that the rage she was feeling was only being perpetuated by the needs of her body.
After things started cooking and Lyta was feeling a little better, and also a little drunker, she checked her phone to see if there was any new content while she waited for things to cook.
She ignored the seventeen messages from Aeth about mindfulness and getting in touch with your inner master. If there was one thing she absolutely could not stand it was that bullshit. It meant nothing to her because she had already waded through that sea to find the few things that weren't scams and did help her, she didn't need any more of that Ascension crap.
The first video she saw was some religious-fascist crap about how there were too many faiths and gods to keep track of and it was the duty of every native born in Reakonfall to push out the gods by whatever means necessary.
Lyta hated that shit even more. She didn't respond she just hit the report and block button.
But the next video was even worse.
The algorithm saw that she had watched the entire video previously, and so it had queued up this next one. It never accounted for the fact that she reported it for enticing violence, it just saw the interaction.
The video was of an attractive looking man, with the kind of features that would place him on a daytime soap opera. Lyta started to watch the video and quickly started bristling with anger.
The man stated, "You know that there are certain people out there that can create new beings? New gods even! They can slip dangerous creatures like this one right behind our carefully constructed wards and gates." The video shifted to show some horror drawing of a terrible creature that Lyta was fairly certain was concept art for the failed game Twin Houses.
He continued talking about how these people could simply make dangerous creatures appear and there was nothing we could do to stop them. There was no defense against these terrorists. He even went to show a picture of someone who he claimed was one of these 'terroristic summoners'.
The anger that was clouding Lyta's vision saw Aeth in the video and she snapped.
It felt like she was putting a piece of cold wire from a broken bone in her arm. The feeling lasted forever and no time at all.
The hilt of frozen ash was in her hand, and the blade of fractal wildfires was brought down hard on to the phone screen.
The magic blade fueled entirely on Lyta's anger, pushed through the electronics and the stone counter-top with no resistance until the frozen ash handle met with stone.
A moment of deep breathing later, of feeling the cold biting at her lungs, Lyta snapped out of her blind rage.
"Fuck."
She couldn't banish the blade, she was stuck with it for a little while, at least until the temperature in the room returned to normal.
Drawing the blade, using her magic, almost always snap froze everything around her. And Lyta had been extremely angry for a while and so her entire kitchen was frozen solid, and there was a giant hole in her island.
Lyta opened some windows and tried to let the warm air circulate in so that the angry blizzard she'd caused would dissipate faster, but she knew that the only thing that would undo the snap freeze was time.
Dinner was ruined.
She could order food, though, but as she reached for her phone she realized that she had cut it in half.
"Fuck!"
Lyta knew herself well enough that now she recognized how wrong everything had been the last few weeks.
She was angry all the time, she had been worked up, but the anger wasn't truly her's. She didn't feel the all encompassing rage that covered and consumed everything like a blizzard, or the white-hot instant anger that snap froze everything around her like an instant wildfire but made cold.
Something had been manipulating her.
She also knew her magic well enough, for better or worse. It was something she'd had for years, before she even moved to this city.
It had been weeks of constant, building anger. She should have had enough magic bursting out of her to summon three swords, a halberd, two great clubs, and a morning star. Lyta should have encased the entire building in a snowstorm that lasted a week and reduced everything to a even, white, samey nothingness.
Something had been manipulating her. And something had been sucking away at her magic this entire time.
She looked at the phone, cut in half and frozen to the kitchen island.
It couldn't be, could it? Could it be that simple?
Could that stupid app be behind this?
The anger started really building when she was Swwarming. The entire thing stopped when she destroyed the phone.
Now that Lyta thought about it, the video she was being shown was terrible, it should have been banned. It seemed directly targeted at her for maximum outrage.
The face she saw at the end couldn't have been Aeth. There's no way that anyone knew anything about what Aeth had summoned, there was no way that there were any records or anything for anyone to even find.
It had to be that app.
Something bad was happening.
Lyta needed to call Aeth.
But she had cut her phone in half.
"FUCK!"
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