Demons

NA: I know it's been a while since my last story. What can I say? Life! ^-^ I wrote this little piece yesterday in the underground. It could have been part of a longer one but I have to be realistic and admit I wouldn't have the time so I changed a few things and I think now it can be read that way, letting you free to imagine what's happening and what's going to happen afterwards.

Please, let me know what you thought of it (hint, hint! ahah!). I often write this kind of short pieces but never know if they're worth publishing.

Disclaimer: Eventhough I'd love to, I am not JKR so... you know the drill, don't you? Oh and the title and extract are from a song of Imagine Dragons, those guys are amazing!

Enjoy,
Nyna.

I want to shelter you
But with the beast inside
There's nowhere we can hide...

We were running for our lives and once again, I let my instincts guide me. I didn't like what they were telling me, though; we were screwed...

I called one of my friends, the one we had to protect, whatever the cost. This time it would probably mean our lives. I fired a curse in his direction, the first one that came to my mind and he fell on the ground, screaming while holding his face. I bit my lip, feeling guilty for the pain I inflicted him but now, there was a small chance they wouldn't recognize him.

Because they mustn't recognize him.

I could feel the blood pumping in my whole body, my heart racing as I knew death was approaching.

It wasn't unusual but I felt like a part of me, or rather a piece inside me, wanted to scream, to tear me up to free itself, to scream and cry, and at last express everything it, that I, was feeling but restraining. Because it wouldn't be rational. Seeing the snatcher again, I wanted to rip his throat. He was a threat to me and, if he was to succeed in capturing us, to a lot more people. The always-rational part of me made me stay put, assessing the situation to try and find a viable escape.

There's none!

I ignored the thought. Or at least, I tried to. But my instincts were too strong, overpowering my logical side. I wanted to fight. I wanted to try and save the persons I loved. But that would mean death. I was trapped. We were trapped. The side of me that wanted to fight just a second ago was now retreating, trying to be as little noticeable as possible.

But suddenly, something changed. I felt it before I even saw anything. The part of me I thought was hiding, retreating in fear was now overwhelming me in a too intense flow of emotions. I didn't know anything anymore. Where we were, who I was, why I was so afraid... Because that's when the pain made me lose consciousness.