Who controls the past, controls the future...
and who controls the future, controls the present, controls the past.
-George Orwell
The ebony colored woman heard the creaking of the stairs. Knowing the warning that came with it, panic set in. She knew there was no way out of the room, except for the way she came. The walls were closing in, the room was spinning. Then she saw it. Her one true saving grace. A window.
She moved quickly, trying to silently open it before anyone came in and found her. Her hand grazed her stomach, just before she grasped the windowsill. Taking a deep breath, with the wind blowing into the room, she climbed onto the ledge. Behind her the door burst open, a demon stalks towards her. The young woman begins to chant under her breath, as she continues to move on the ledge.
There is a whisper of a chant. A male's voice. The chant's words seem completely opposite, but complementary.
Fear enters her eyes, the true dread that can paralyze a person. Her foot loses grip, slowly beginning to fall to her imagined death, an orb surrounds her.
Breathless and shaken to the core, she finds herself in the arms of the one person she doesn't want to see."What the hell?", she screams. Tugging out his hold. "Put me down, NOW.", she instantly ordered. Slowly and gently he put her down feet first, immediately she set some distance between the both of them. The young man sighed loudly, "What were you doing, Marielle?". "I should be asking you that question, shouldn't I, Chris?", she sneered., covering herself before the trauma of the past few minutes faded slightly. "Where's my coat?", she voiced out loud. A shimmering of blue lights transformed into the aforementioned coat and bag, she was carrying with her.
Marielle looked at the items with complete shock, Chris looked on with the same emotion, Timidly she reached over and touched her belongings, jerking her hands once realizing that what she saw in front of her was in fact real. "This is impossible", she whispered to herself.
Chris looked on in amazement. Questions began to form in his head, something was amiss, he was missing an integral link that would explain everything. "Why did you use a spell to go back to the past?" "I can't answer that. Plus, how did you find me? Did you probe the elders?" "That's what people do when they are worried about their friends. I haven't heard from you, in weeks."
Growing frustrated she wished to be anywhere, but her current situation, in that moment. Orbs began to form around her. "STOP", Chris cried out unable to prevent her from leaving.
Looking around, Marielle realizes that she has orbed into her apartment. "Will this ever get easier? I can never tell your father, what I saw that night. Never.", she whispered as she rubs her belly.
