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Both Arya and Uma are transported, spiritually, to a transcendental state. "Sublime" would only just start to describe the wonders they feel. It is like being caressed by a lover from beyond space and time. The two of them melt away from all their worries, all of their concerns, all of their fears, and drift off into the sweet oblivion that comes from letting go.

"Let go, and let the music flow through you. This is the song you hear. Choice has nothing to do with it. You never truly had it. You've always been singing this song, and you've always been having this dance."

Arya shakes her head. It throbs, and she groans, rubbing her eyes.

"No need to worry, little one. YOu're safe now..." the soft hissing comes to her, a voice familiar, comforting, and terrifying. "Komodo and her friends thought they could hide you, and you learned a little trick, but all it took was playing the song over and over again, and now you're back."

Arya glances over to see the larger snake, dressed up in his nice shirt and tie, a snear spread across his mouth. "And the Pleasure Society is the perfect patsy for this. Not that it really matters. Just sleep, and enjoy yourself for now. The real fun is just about to begin..."

His humming fills her mind, and that celestial lover is no longer there. Instead, there is a cold, dark hand, grasping at her throat, pulling her back into the darkness.

"Sometimes," the old woman of the village says, "We find ourselves no longer dancing in the land, but fighting against the current of a stream. We are faced with a choice there... do we let the current take us? Or do we fight against it?"

"I've only fought for a short while," Uma says. "But I'm already so tired of it."

"That's because you try swimming against the current. Try following it, and then you can make it to your destination."

"What's that, little girl? You got something to say to me?" Her uncle says, his face right in front of hers, his own eyes staring hers down. Those eyes... they penetrate beyond anything she has felt, yet she knows the truth.

"You have your mother's eyes," he says, "But your daddy's killer instinct. If you had bee his brat alone, I'd never have given you a chance, and I would have never seen the fruits of your genetics. Who would have thought, the baby girl of my baby sister, capable of such great lengths...?" He slithers out of the way, and there, situated right in front of her, is a camera. Bright lights turn on, making her wince.

"You have yourself a captive audience. Just give them a little speech. Let them stare deep into those beautiful eyes of yours, and let them be lost in the persuavisve power they hold. Then, everything will be alright. Yo uwon't be hiding anymore. YOu won't have to lose your precious boyfriend, and we'll all get exactly what we've always wanted."

"I... I want love..."

He grabs Arya by the throat, and as he does, the music gets louder. "ARe you even listening to yourself? You are an unwanted child, sired by a heartless killer. You are a heartless killer, raised by the brother of the girl harmed by that freak! Why should you get a chance to be loved, unless you prove to everyone that you deserve it by talking to them, by begging for their forgiveness, and telling them how pathetic their own sad lives are?"

"I already have friends..."

"The ones you haven't mindfucked into catatonia are now fully inoculated, along with the rest of the sick degenerates that call this place their home. It's all you, girl. You hate this place so much, you can now tell them to fuck off. You can now give them everything you've always wanted. You just need to let go... go with the flow."

"Follow the river..."

"Do as I say"

"Listen to your heart."

"Make them love you"

"Dance to your own music."

"Listen to the way the wind blows."

"Just act!"

Arya takes a deep breath and rubs her chin. "Can... can I at least get something to wear... to look presentable?"

"You got everything you need now, doll. No one will be able to take their eyes off of you. Now, go ahead, and give them something they'll never forget." He presses a button on his remote, and the recording light on the camera flashes on.

Arya stares at the camera, following the flow of the water, completely in the mercy of the way the river takes her. The world around her won't change for her. The society, Uma, and even her Uncle. All of them are who they are, and she is who she is, a tool for him, the perfect little weapon, who is happy when she doesn't try to do anything against him.

All she needs is to close herself off and to drift away, and just look to the others and let them all feel the wonders of the song.

Arya opens her mouth, and she speaks the words running through the screen. "Everyone. Welcome to this broadcast. I'm here to give you the answer to all of your ills. Please, hear my out, and listen."

Her voice drones on and on, and throughout the world as she is broadcast live over television and over the net, people listen, and they watch. They all become entranced in the song and the rhythm of her voice. They cannot turn away. No one wants to, no one can.

And so, the whole of the world finds itself united under one song, one drum, a drum of the planet, a chant that tells them exactly what to be and how to be.

"But, every river has its rapids, and turns that no one can foresee. Perhaps, when you find yourself heading downriver, you'll find your friends there waiting to pick you up at a location that is much safer than where you fell in."