Less, is more.

(To people who have never watched Supernaturals, YOU'LL BE FINE!)

Preface-Monster

Zi's POV

The monster stepped closer and I kept crying, backing up into the wall that would lead me to my death, just as soon as they got what they wanted. I didn't know why I was crying―monsters were so 5 years-old. But I was crying for a reason all too different as I finally looked up from the monster's feet. The pure black eyes rimmed with red, gazed into my bewildered eyes, and I couldn't tear away. Its hand traced up my arm, the rough, blazing hot fingers seering through my skin as it ran fingers up and down my hair, cutting off a lock with a single twist. It held the lock close to its heart, scattering the pieces among the cement ground.

A pit opened from under my feet, a tornado swirling as it swallowed up the locks of hair. My hands trembled, my head bracing against something hard and filled with cobwebs as I tilted my head.

Its curved figner pointed a cursed finger at me, speaking in a native tongue that I couldn't even begin to imitate. Groaning and moaning surrounded me as the monster stepped closer, my hands being gripped by fiery hands pinning me in the corner. Their faces were twisted and rotting, leaning out from the wall. I tried screaming, but the hand reached down my throat, pulling out something dark and flowing, like smoke. It flowed out of the body and it shrieked and screamed.

A deeper, thicker substance ran down my cheeks, blinding my sight as I blinked, the tears replaced with something more horrid. Everything went black by this, but my sobs still were echoing off of the walls and rushing back to me.

Blood. Tears of blood.

What the hell?

And I was right―Hell.

I tried blinking, but everything only went into a darker abyss as I suddenly felt like I was falling―or I was . . . rising. Like the thing it had scooped out of my body. My body―or soul―seemed to flow slowly through 2 layers of ground, making my arms and legs dangling in mid-air as my body levetated.

I could still feel the hand digging around in my 'real' body, and every single thing I felt down there; I still felt right now. The tears had blinded me partially, the blood fibers sticking together as it dried, still running down the corners of my eyes. A bright light greeted me with opne arms, and I immediatley felt exposed―naked as the light was shining from me.

Dark, but bright figures leaned over me, their faces hidden as they picked me up, a loud screeching sound was ringing in my ears; high-pitched and deavening. Their hands covered me by every inch, inspecting and havign a conversation through their piercing screeches. I could hear my own screaming, but it was nothing compared to what they were torturing me with; pinning me down and killing my ears, along with my vision.

"Please!" I shrieked as blood ran down from my eyes, running into my mouth, choking me as my voice echoed over and over. "Stop!"

Somethign prodded me in the stomach, another slicing through my neck as they let me bleed out, cutting me in any place possible. My arms, wrists, legs, and they even sliced through my forehead.

The screeching finally ceased as the hands let go of me, but I still couldn't move as I screamed, my blood supply drying out. I coughed, a warm liquid running down the corner of my mouth. There was another screeching, arging of some sort, according to how loud it was. And before I knew it, I was over. My eyes drooped, my flexed hands relazed, and my breathing was barely noticed anymore. Something soft and velvety suddenly wrapped around my legs and arms where I was cut, the pressure intense and amazing as I finally stopped bleeding out.

I moaned, and something else that was silky-feeling pressed agiasnt my bloodied lips, and it took me a while to finally find out that it was a pair of lips, licking off the blood from my lips and the inside of my mouth. The lips tore away from mine, and I took a large gulp of the air, a beautiful scent of the kisser lingering on my lips. It was sweet, with an edge of regret and stiffness, the luscous apple-peach smell was intoxicating.

Screaming again, the last of the ringing made my eardrums crack; and I saw a figure nodding. It held a bright light in its palm, a red, orange, yellow and blue swirling simoultaniously before it thew the light into its mouth, pulling closer to me as I inched away.

"What . . . are you . . . doing to . . . me?" I cried, but its―hand?― clasped around my mouth until I was quiet.

Its hand glowed, and as its―skin?―pressed against my arm it was cool and soothing against the burning sensation on my arm where the monster had touched.

"Bringing you to life," I heard it echo forever, but it was barely heard over the high-pitched ringing and shrieking.

But it was a man's voice.

He leaned closer, still gripping my mouth shut until I could see the beautiful bluish-golden-white irises of his, blood seeming to be leaking out of his . . . mouth or something, and the glow that came from inside his mouth. Peeling the pressure away from my mouth, he took a breath and exhaled before his lips clasped around mine, my mouth forced open by his as he also opened his mouth, uncurling his tongue onto mine and pressing down on my lips until the light slipped through my mouth, clasping it shut.

The light disappeared from inside his mouth, and I could now feel the lightweight, sweet smelling scent that lingered on the tip of my tongue, or maybe it was just him that I was smelling. And the scent made my my eyes roll back into my head with pleasure. He backed away, making sure I wouldn't spit it out before bowing, wiping off the blood and disappearing into thin air, sparkles taking place and burning into my palms.

Then, I was alone.

I closed my eyes, trying to take in deep breaths before I swallowed down the blood and saliva from that stranger.

Bringing you to life, he had said.

So . . . I was . . . dead?

My heart pounded, thudding agaisnt my chest, knowing that something was wrong before it was too late.

And light shone through my eyes and body as I laid in mid-air. I rested my head on nothing but the cloud that I was laying on before I exploded with light, my body ripping to pieces and the light shone like an exploding star.

. . . vis . . . vis . . . vis . . .

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