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Quotes and meanings below.
"Speaking aloud"
'Speaking telepathically'
Subconscious thoughts, deep in the mind and cannot be heard by others at all.
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Chapter 1: Running
"Why are we still running, Iris?" Emma's voice chimes into the silence around us.
"It will catch up to us if we stop now, Emma. We don't have a choice but to run." I respond to her question, moving my gaze to look over at her from across the poorly-maintained motel room. Her usual sunflower blonde hair faded and damp from the rain storm we just took shelter from. Her dark brown hoodie also shades darker than usual.
We are currently at the fourteenth motel we have stayed in within the last month or so. We have just reached Florida from Illinois, where everything started.
"You don't know that, Iris! We could have lost it a state ago! We are running out of money, gas and energy. We need to stop, for a few days at least! When was the last time you had a full night of sleep? Last month?" Emma informs me.
"We will have enough money to keep going, and don't worry about me, please. I will be fine." I say to her, stripping off my damp, black jacket and hanging it up on a hook behind the door to the room. I walk over to the bed and lean my scythe against the corner of the wall.
I stole the scythe years ago from one of those creatures that are chasing us. I had to kill it to get the weapon from it, the staff of the scythe is made from some kind of very long, smooth bone. The blade of the weapon is a dark ebony color with large spikes shaped like a dragon's wing.
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"You know it's pretty much my job to worry about you, right?" She says, slipping her jacket off and hanging it up to join mine.
"It is not." I respond, walking to the bathroom to shower. I shut the door, only for Emma to slip her hand through the opening of the door just in time to stop it's movement.
I watch her and cross my arms, she gives me a friendly, playful smirk before giving me a light kiss on the lips.
"It is." She says again before pulling away and closing the door behind her.
The blood rushing to my face brings heat with it, making me blush beyond my control. We have kissed many times, no matter how long we have been together, I still react the same way as if it were the first.
I turn and observe myself in the dirty mirror above the sink. My shoulder length, jet black hair damp from the rain. My side-swept bangs have begun to fall into my eyes from the lack of a trim. My face is youthful and beautiful even without makeup, I have never been known to use makeup of any kind anyway.
I pull my hair back and out of my face before observing my eyes, a deep brown color. With a blink of my eyes, the color quickly shifts into a beautiful lavender purple, my true, natural eye color.
All my life I've been able to mask my true eye color with the familiar dark brown, as my natural eye color would surely make people fear me. I'm not entirely sure why I am different from everyone else, but Emma and I know for sure that I am not human. After the first time we saw one of those creatures try to kill me, I have begun to think there is some truth behind all the supposed sightings of mythical creatures throughout history. My life was completely normal up until five months ago. Up until the day I found out my eye color can change into an unusual color of purple. From there we wanted to see if I could do more.
Staring at my reflection in the mirror, I move my attention to the shower and begin to remove my black T-shirt consisting of a popular rock band's album.
I then remove my black and partially ripped up skinny jeans and panties.
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Once finished with my shower I dry off and redress myself, the option of putting on new, clean clothes is not a choice for me at the moment.
A large crash followed by a scream of terror erupts from outside the bathroom, sending my whole being into a panic. Knowing exactly who screamed, in a flash I kick the bathroom door open, the strength of my kick breaks the latch of the door. At the same moment my body acts immediately and darts out of the bathroom.
The scene before me causes my legs to stop in their tracks across the room from the source of the sound, time also seems to come to a stand-still.
My face distorts into a look of shock, anger and fear.
The front door lies broken on the floor, feet away from a scene that sends chills down my spine.
A large man dressed in a dark trench coat of some kind, a hat and dark jeans has his back to me, his hand around Emma's neck with her face close to his. From what I could hear beyond the sound of the hard, pouring rain from the doorway sounds as if the man was inhaling her scent deeply.
Upon hearing the bathroom door slam open, the man's head and body shifts to where his attention is on me. My natural ability of detailed night vision quickly informs me that what is standing across from me is no man, but a creature of some kind.
The creature's face seems to have 8 mandibles folded down onto it, possibly to try and look as similar to a human as possible.
The creature's eyes observe me for a second before it sends me a sinister grin, exposing its long, needle-like teeth, instantly I become fearful of it.
It feeds on humans… My subconscious tells me.
Emma looks over at me, pure fear and terror in her eyes, "Iris!"
My attention shifts to her, reminding me that she is in danger. My fear wavers and my protectiveness over her begins to kick in.
I lock my eyes on the creature and my eyes begin to faintly glow a deep purple, my eyes shift to look over at my scythe resting against the wall across the room from me.
The creature seems to take notice of my unusual eyes, in an instant the creature lowers Emma to the ground before throwing her hard at a wall. Emma crashes head-first into the wall, falling to the ground either dead or unconscious.
"Emma!" I scream out, tears beginning to form in my eyes from what I just saw her body go through.
I shift my attention to the creature, without even realizing it the creature has approached fast and is standing just before me.
A scream erupts from my mouth at the same moment that a rough hold is clamped onto my neck, my windpipe being crushed.
I gasp and begin to panic as the creature lifts me off my feet and into the air.
I stare at the grinning creature before me, gripping onto its hand I try to pry it open to allow me to breathe, my efforts fail as it's grip is too strong.
The creature closes in on my face while I stare into it's eyes, realizing they have a slight blue haze over them as if the creature has cataracts, or it's eyes are beginning to go blind.
The creature closes in and stops at the base of my neck and begins to deeply inhale my scent while waves of chills run up my spine.
A sudden burst of bravery flows through me, baring my teeth I lift both of my feet and slam my feet into the creature's chest with all my strength. I am dropped as the creature is pushed off it's feet and onto it's back.
I go into action as fast as I can to get up and run for my weapon, but before I am able to run past the creature on the ground a sharp pain shoots from my ankle and I fall hard onto the floor with the creature's hand gripped onto my ankle, it's claws deep underneath my skin.
I spin around onto my back on the ground and go to kick at the creature's face, but it is faster as it grabs my other leg, baring it's teeth in anger as it begins to stand.
"Let go of me! If you have to kill one of us leave her alone and kill me! She has nothing to do with anything! She is just an innocent girl!" I scream out at the creature, hoping it understands English.
The creature grabs my neck, my fists and kicks at random parts of it's body don't seem to faze it anymore. It seems as though it feels no pain, my efforts are as useless as a young child trying to fight an adult's legs.
In an instant I am thrown down onto the ground hard, pain surges throughout my body and everything goes black.