Hey! I've got a few things to say before I start, if I may, ahem. This story is part one of my two part story that I will write. So in other words this is a prologue! I would like to hear your opinions on my story so please review!(Even if you don't like it)
So here we go!
1856
Gasp.
Gasp.
"Oh my, what do we have here?" Little did I know that never again would I forget those silky smooth words that left those bright red lips, nor would I ever know what was about to change my life forever. "Hmm...seems to be but a poor ill-stricken foreigner?" The smooth voice said again to me as I lie in agony on the damp forest floor, my hands glued to my stomach in shear pain. I slitted my eyes open to see just who had found me that night, even though I thought I was as far away from civilization. It was a woman, a very tall woman, with jet black hair and piercing blue eyes that felt like they were staring right trough me,even though I knew very well that she was staring right into my face.
"L-Leave...me...I-I am sick! Do...you want..gasp..to get ill...t-t-too!" I managed to muster up the last bit of strength I had to try and ward off this woman, but in reality I knew she couldn't possibly get my sickness by just standing there. I just wanted my last few hours of life to end by myself...
"Ha, you're quite the charmer aren't you?" The woman laughed as she pulled out a long, wooden pipe from her scarlet kimono, and sat down next to me. Was she mocking me? Here I was, dying in agony, and she laughs! Never in my sixteen years had I ever wanted to strangle a total stranger that bad before, but as the daughter of an American Christian Missionary, I tried to puss back that hatred. The woman took another puff of her pipe and smiled, her red lips mocked me even more. "Don't even try to fool me, girl. You've got Cholera," She began, looking over me with those piercing eyes. I felt myself shudder. "and by the looks of it a horrible case of it." She sighed as she propped her head on her arm and stared into my glazed over pale green eyes. A frown spread across her face. "Sigh, humans are such weak creatures..."
I stared up at the woman in confusion. For a split second, even through all my suffrage, I noticed something a normal person would have never noticed—the woman said "human". I cringed as another wave of nausea and stomach cramps hit my stomach, and caused me to vomit. The woman didn't move or jump, she just watched me hurl and choke with sad eyes. Why couldn't I just die alone, why did I have to die in front of this woman?
"P-please, leave me...!...I want to die..." I said again as I wiped the vomit from my mouth. It was quite the gruesome sight, but it didn't phase the woman at all. She just continued to smoke her pipe and look at me with the one thing I hated most, pity. Again I felt my anger rage with a burning fire from the pit of my stomach. Even if I was going to die I couldn't push back those feelings, and with such, I felt the last bit of my being snap. I pushed myself on all fours, lifted my brown head, and stared deeply into the woman's eyes with hatred. I wasn't in control of myself anymore..."Don't look at me like that! Thats all I've seen for the last two days in this...hell!" I spat at the woman, ignoring the blood that began to pour out of my nose and down my face. Thats was the sign, I was going to die—and soon. "Do you even know what I've been through?! Do you even know what kind of hell this is?! Do you?! Do you?!"
The woman chewed on her pipe and smiled with those ruby red lips, a small chuckled escaped them. It started with that chuckled, but soon erupted into a full blown laugh. She laughed as if someone had told her the funniest joke in the world, her head was thrown back and her silky black hair flashed under the moon light. I felt my strength leave me again, and fell to the ground. So this was it, I was going to die in front of a laughing stranger. The woman's laugh stopped on a dime and she turned toward me, her face inches from mine as she bent over and watched the life flow from my body.
"Actually, no I don't." She began looking into my eyes with what was now an emotion I couldn't place. She lifted my body easily and pulled me onto her lap, stroking my hair in such a comforting way. All the anger and hatred I felt for this stranger was now gone. "You see, my dear human child, I am not what you think I am." She whispered into my ear, her breath also comforting as I began to feel myself drift.
"W-what are you...?" I felt myself ask, and I guess that's just what the woman wanted me to do, for she stroked my face and chuckled.
"I..." She stopped and looked into my eyes. "am a demon."
I looked back at her with a stoic and saddened look. I guess she was looking for fear in my eyes are she shared with me her true form, or maybe she was curious if I would believe her or not. As much as I didn't want to, I believed her. "So...I guess this means I'm going to hell?" I whispered, coughing a few times. The woman's look softened, which must have been difficult for a demon.
"No, child." She whispered, her heart in every word, if she even had a heart. She stopped stroking my face and took a deep and labored breath. "Tell me child, if you had one wish what would it be?" She asked me in a most sincere voice. I thought about for a second or two, there wasn't much I wanted, but maybe it was the fact that I was going to die that led me to my last and final wish.
"I wish...I could never die..." I mumbled, closing my eyes as I began to drift into the comforting arms of death. It was 1856 when I, Ora Francis, was to die...but failed to do so.
To be continued...
