Day two!
WARNING- Gore. CharacterDeath. Angst-y shiz.
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Graylu Week
Day two- Deja Vu
September 2nd, 2016
No...
No, this couldn't be happening again...
This was just deja-vu, right?
This was just something like that, right?
Because he'd seen this happen before, and he didn't want to see it again.
Not with anyone, anything.
But especially not her.
Not her...
There was something gruesomely beautiful about it. The moonlight was bright, but the glow of magic drowned it out. It framed her body as she stood, her arms limp at her side, her knees locked.
I could feel my mouth open, and I could feel a vibration in my chest, the sensation of my lips and tongue moving, but no sound.
No sound.
Not from here.
But those roars of the demon that ripped apart my village...
The demon that ripped apart my life...
Ripped apart my mother...
Lucy's head turned jerkily to the side, her eyes wide, her mouth slack. No pain had hit her yet, just shock. Blood pulsed from the wound in her chest, glinting in the magic-light. A flash lit up the battleground, casting her in deep, sharp shadows and blinding highlights.
Then, her eyebrow began to scrunch together, and her mouth opened a little wider, but again, no sound.
No sound.
Not again.
Lucy's hair went black in my vision, her eyes gray, her body slimmer.
Mother...
Light flashed again and Lucy's knees gave out.
I felt my legs moving, but it was like I was in slow motion.
Not again...
Her golden hair trailed after her like streaks of sunlight, too pure a sight in this blood-wrecked image. Her brown eyes caught the light as she fell to her knees. I could see the sharp stones digging into her flesh, drawing even more of her precious blood as she hit the ground.
Not her...
Still no sound.
I dropped down next to her, my fingers desperately trying to staunch the flow of scarlet from her caved in chest. I felt bile rise in my throat. I wanted her love, I didn't want to see her heart...
Wrong, this is wrong, something's wrong...
Not her not her not her...
I felt something wet on my cheeks.
I blinked.
Snow everywhere.
Blood.
My hands were tiny, young.
I blinked again and I was back, Lucy's hand clutching mine like a lifeline, my arm behind her shoulders as she struggled for a breath with only one working lung.
Still no sound.
Now only silence.
Not even memories.
Not again...
"Gray..."
The sound tore like a gunshot through my mind, and I watched as her pupils dilated as her muscles relaxed. I watched, with a terrified and disgusting fascination, as her last breath left her lungs, and her head drooped back.
"...Lucy...?" I rasped.
Not again...
Please.