Do what you must
I clambered over the rocks hastily. My breath came out unsteadily and harsh. My fingers were numb from the cold and in various places my body bled. My hands were crusted from dried blood and dirt. The dirt stung where it touched my open wounds. I felt dirtied all over and my hair was a mess, unwashed and clearly filthy from dried blood and dirt that attached itself there. My bare feet was scratched from the unkind ground and left a trail of blood where I touched the earth. The white nightgown was tinged in dirt that soiled its pure colour.
Once the rough surface of the large rocks was gone, I was instantly on my sore aching feet and running. My arms propelled me faster, but my muscles contracted painfully, wanting to rip me to the ground in exhaustion of overuse. I disobeyed its commands that ripped through me in waves of agonizing pain. My head spun, exhaustion was a pain and being lightheaded doesn't help you on your feet either. I wanted to grip at my head to try and minimize the pain, but my heart raced and the danger behind me, so very close, kept me from curling into a ball and clutching myself in comfort.
The ground here didn't pity my feet. It was rough and at some points, sharp edged that scratch my feet and made them bleed. I winced at the contact on the ground but still I pressed forward. My flailing dark blood coloured hair trailed after me in the cold embrace of the night. The moon was pitiless, providing light, but not for me. I ducked under the coverage of the trees that darkened the surroundings immensely. The moon could no longer work against me this way. I dodged tree trunks and fallen thick branches twice the size of my thin waist. The ground here was smoother, but still unyielding on my poor feet.
I screamed when I was taken down to the ground. Face hit the mud, covering only half my face. I clawed the ground, as if trying to wrench myself out from underneath the heavy body that was on top of me. I heard it snicker with amusement but having one of its talons stab me right in the side. I screamed, my voice piercing through the eerie forest, but still unanswered by the reply of silence. It yanked it out of me, easily earning another near enough full scream from me.
I was lucky on one account. This thing was not poisonous.
I slowly turned onto my side, showing my vulnerability. Its black body was coiled, slowly trapping me with its long snake like tail. It hissed, tongue edging from its mouth and licked my face. Its snout was long, easily reptile-like, and its long body was on all fours, another idealist for representing a crocodile. But this 'crocodile' had black eyes, really black eyes that had no pupil. It was sinister and foul, breath stank like rotten corpses from the ancient times. Blood encrusted teeth and talons yellow and glistened with fresh blood.
My blood.
Embedded into its back was a seraph blade, it had done little affect to slow this creature. I narrowed my eyes and struck out with my foot which slammed into its cheek with force that sent it sprawling on the floor at my side. I stood and reached out and grasped the seraph blade in my injured fighting hand and yanked it free. It screeched, obviously that had done some damage. I expertly twirled it around my fingers, dripped it blade down, and plunged it into the top of its head. It writhed about, attempt to throw me off and away from the blade that embedded into its thick head.
It swung its tail and I slammed into a tree. I hissed in pain and held my now dislocated arm. Thank god it wasn't the other one. With one closed eye I looked at the creature that narrowed it's jet black eyes at me. It advanced quickly, but I was a little quicker. I was on its back, grasping the hilt of the blade in my hand and trying to force it further in its skull so that it can finally be killed. It writhed again, attempting to throw me off of its back; I held on and kept applying pressure into my hand to drive it through.
It screeched, I wanted to clam my hands over my ears but reframed from it. I kept applying pressure to the blade, willing it to drive through, begging that it would. It slipped further inside, and I knew I was gaining steady progress. My muscles in my right arm ached with the overuse of muscle power, but I kept at it and saw it sink in further. Suddenly I was against a tree. My head hurt, and I felt the trickle of blood run freely down my face. I gasped in pain, but didn't cry out. My dislocated arm really ached painfully, but until this demon was taken care of, I can't attend to it.
It kept its distance this time, swinging its tail unhappily. Its sharp edge struck at me, missing each time by just a millimeter. The blade hilt winked at me in the moonlight through the canopy. It was now or never. I stood up, stumbling a couple of times before fully gaining my balance. I breathed heavily and painfully. Nothing else expected there. I was in a right state. I charged, dodging the advancing tail, grabbed the hilt and pushed with all my might through its skull. It shrieked ear piercingly that this time I fell to the floor with my only moving arm clamming over my ear that wasn't pushed against the ground.
I kept my eyes shut tight. I heard it writhe around, striking trees before it finally took full effect. Its bad energies doubled onto itself, recoiling and sunk away, turning over and over until it was finally gone. I opened my eyes, slowly sitting up, looking at the winking blade in the moonlight. It shone a light blue, but nearly invisible. Its blade had etched carvings, a name written in a rune. My mother's named was carved into it, but now, by the angel watch over her soul, should be residing in heaven, where she sought to be.
It took a lot for me to heave myself off the ground. I struggled to stay upright, but I managed. I retrieved the blade from where it stuck in the ground and I kept its blade poised at the ready. I kept wincing whenever I made a sudden movement that caught wrong and sent my left arm into a painful spasm. I ignored it as much as I could. Only wishing to be inside a safe house, where no night could easily select off some more powerful predators, just waiting to engross me for their appetite.
I know at least two hours or more had slipped by when I staggered onto somebody's lawn. Flowers pushed through the earth, eagerly waiting for their blossoming moments. The home was large, a manor, and beating from it was like a cultivated aura of peace. I happened to stumble upon a home that wasn't just inviting and welcoming, but strict and foremost the class of a warlock. Warlocks are usually pretty strict and always upholding deals, well from me experience with a stubborn warlock.
I stepped back, banging against the trunk of a tree and slid to its base. I kept a firm grasp upon my weapon, although I could feel that my blood and the demons made it harder to obtain a steady grasp. My chest heaved heavily. I might have a rid or two broken. I winced when I breathed too deeply, but it hurt to move anything as I decided to get comfortable where I sat. I watched the darkness roll and collapsed like a defeated demon. Hordes of shapes danced in my face, but there was nothing there when I looked more closely. Exhaustion was beginning to form, and I knew I couldn't resist it this time. It was too empowering and unforgiving that it wasn't accepting the answer no this time.
I half shut my lids and saw lights burst alive. They danced in my blurred vision and dared to try and grasp my attention. It was worth nothing. I thought I saw someone stand in the doorway of the house, but I wasn't sure. Maybe the darkness decided to represent more shapes to me again. I don't know. I could barely register the blade in my hand; it felt empty, light and weightless. I had to look down at my hand just to see that I was holding it, holding it so tightly that my knuckles went white.
I looked back to the manor, it was so blurry. I thought I could see endless dark shapes in the windows. They were distorted and smudged together too, the windows were. My vision kept going in and out, between fuzzy to blurry and really unclear. Everything was calming, soothing to my nerves. The moon, it looked like it held a large grin as if thinking that it had won over me. The stars twinkled with delight, the tress rustled in the wind, all which were sneering at me; as if glad that I was in the state I was in.
XxX
I felt alive but I was blinded by darkness. My chest rose gently and then relaxed in the steady rhythm when adrenaline doesn't decide to increase the rating of your heart. I lifted my hand to my face. It wasn't bloodied, but perfect as if no mark tainted them. My white scars that were supposed to be on the back of my hand and my wrist were no longer there. I was free of those runes that tainted my skin. I felt light as a feather, ready to sore through the world. But I couldn't bring myself to do that, no matter how tempting. It was because, I couldn't feel anything. Not a single pain, not even when my fingertips touch one another.
The pounding in my head was nothing. It didn't exist. The wound that was dealt to my side by that demon, fully healed, nothing there. Not even a scar to prove I was ever attacked. The white nightgown I had raced outside my home with, it was clean, dirt free, returned to its former state of whiteness. I panicked. Something obviously wasn't right. I checked all of my arms that I could, not a single rune scar was against my pale complexion. No sign of me ever being a Nephilim was placed upon my body.
I wriggled my toes. I know I wriggled my toes because I ordered my body to do it. But I didn't feel it. I didn't feel them scrape against each other. No movement, I just couldn't feel it. When I touched my head, there was nothing. Not a single sense of ever being touched. Being not able to feel anything I touched, I was surprised to know that I couldn't smell either, or hear. Everything was too peaceful; I thought I had completely lost it. I know my chest began to heave quickly, I know I was panicking. But I couldn't feel my panicking stage; I couldn't feel the rise and fall of my chest. I could only see it.
I only stared ahead of me because I thought someone turned on a light bulb or something. It was not the light at the end of the tunnel kind of light. It was a ball of light and inside was a silhouette, a figure of a man. Be it man or woman, I really couldn't tell. But no falling or rising of wind blew long hair, it blew short. Wind? I could feel no wind, but I saw the nightgown I wore ripple in the gentle breeze. The light made it impossible to see anything that could tell me what this person looked like. Mystery it shall remain. Who appeared to me in this dark void did not want me to see what they appear to look like.
Wide broad shoulders with large muscular arms, legs that stuck together, but too large in muscle to be a female, with the structure of the body, I could tell that easily belonged to no woman. This person was a man by body structure. I gazed at him, trying hard to see through the light, but found myself unable to. He just remained there, in that ball of light, as if it protected him from the darkness that surrounds me. He looked so close to me, but at the same time, was so far away. Would I even be able to reach him?
Do you think that you are welcomed here? I heard a voice say to me inside of my mind. All I could do was presume it had come from him. I hadn't realized I was holding out my hand and I withdrew it and kept it by my side. Turn back. He pointed behind me and I looked. Back there was nothing but darkness. I looked back to him and couldn't find a voice to tell him that I couldn't. That it was all too dark there. Turn back He echoed.
I glanced back again, only to find that the darkness had subsided somewhat. I took a step forward, gaining confidence somewhere within me. I looked back to him; he appeared to encourage me, willing me to go down that path. He obviously didn't want me to go down his path that he blocked. I glanced to the subsiding path that the darkness leapt away from, as if it were stung by a sharp point. I kept walking down it, occasionally looking over my shoulder to see him, he was still there.
His silent encouragement kept me going down that path. The more I walked the more I could feel. I felt the beating of my heart as it raced to meet the excitement that allowed the adrenaline to pump through my veins. I touched my fingertips and I could feel the smoothness of them. My long hair I felt through the wind that blew against me. My legs were cold against it, but it was welcoming. I turned back round; he seemed even more of a distance away. But the more I walked this path, the more I felt like continuing. My hearing returned, I could hear the singing of birds and the crashing of water. I could feel dampness but I ignored it.
A light had turned into an image. I wasn't quite sure what it was, but I wanted to be there. I reached out towards it; I wanted to touch it with my new found senses. I wanted to hear what was there, wanting to feel and to smell what it was all like. I longed for that, to be able to see, to hear, to smell and to feel all of it. The light grew becoming larger than anything I've ever seen. Something hit against my chest like familiarity. How much I longed to be there right now. I couldn't think of anything else, nothing crossed my mind but to be there. Just that one place that had appeared down the dark path, I had so feared before.
I took one step and found myself falling. I was able to hear since arriving at this place, my voice that had burst through my throat, as if I've never know about its existence before. As I fell, I felt all kinds of pain all over my body. My hands flew to my throat as if I was being chocked. I couldn't breathe; I longed for breath but couldn't grasp it. I hated it. Really hated it. I could barely breathe, I wanted to turn back, but falling was only a one way option. I looked up, could see nothing but darkness. Now I wished to be back in that darkness, with him. And instead of him sending me back here, I wish he would take me down that path he forbade me from going down. But all of a sudden... my descent stopped painfully and I was coughing so rapidly, I couldn't take in enough oxygen.
