Authors Note: I do advise you read chapter 9 to know what is going on in this chapter. Thanks. Sorry if this chapter is confusing as well. And sorry that I haven't posted more chapters. I had massive writers block until yesterday morning when I was thinking about what I was going to do yesterday. That and I was writing Survival. Check it out if you like zombies and Left 4 Dead.
Chapter 10: Red as Blood
The ground was cold and cruel to my injured back. I was probably bleeding and bruised in various areas all over my body from both the force and impact of my body into the ground. The man had leaned over me like he was pleased with himself. He crouched beside me and looked at me. Then to two sets of arms grabbed me and pulled me up. As they did wings had unfurled from their backs. These wings were a sickly grey but stretched out to at lest three feet long, but the one in front of me didn't have his wings out. I didn't know why I thought that he would have wings, it just seemed right to me that he would. It was two men that pulled me up I could see that they both had scared faces and were waiting for the man -that got up with me- to give them orders. He stood there and I was brought to my knees. The darkness had faded and turned into a gruesome scene. The two men and I were right up against and face that over looked an ocean of blood and a war between two sides. To the right was rocks ladled with blood. There were broken buildings that either on fire or smoking. Many of the buildings were broken and in debris. Screams of the died were loud and satisfying to those who killed them. Battle cries were shouted out to the people that would too come into the battle. This whole world had taken on a red tinge. The sky was a light red which reflected the light coloured blood that had poured out and was still pouring out. The ground was like the colour of Mars and was sandy and rocks peeked out in high and small mountains.
I struggled so I could set myself free, but as I did the men had held out to me tighter so that it would hurt enough that I would stop, but I still struggled. I refused to give up. The one who was -what I suspected was the leader- had walked away to a tent that wasn't far from were I was and walked back. He was now wearing a sword holster which contained a long sword.
He held it against my neck. Practically it was prodded so that the sword was right in my skin. By now I had stopped moving and was held in place by the two men. I looked up at the leader in defiance. He looked back thinking that it was funny that I would have looked at like that. "Any last words?" Proudly he said with a thick accent that felt like my ears had been blocked up. I just gave him a dirty look. When I didn't answer he then said "Ha. Didn't think so." A short pause "You, Phoebe Grigori have been sentenced to die."
Die…die… I am going to die
The only thing that was going through my mind was that I was going to die. Why, was I wanted to scream! What did I do to deserve this? What the hell is going on? Where is anyone good to help? I dropped my head to the sword that was still prodded in my throat. "Don't cry little Grigori, Logan with join you soon enough. Hell maybe Lucinda and Daniel can join you too." The Leader tipped my head back and a tear escaped from my eye. This wasn't real. I hoped not. This was a dream, this wasn't happening. I wasn't going to die. I would wake up and find myself alive with my…. Then my thought were cut off as the sword sliced into my throat. I tried to scream but couldn't. I felt the blood trickle out. It was warm and felt funny on my skin. The two men had unhanded me and I fell to the red sand. I silently watched my blood pour out as my life faded away. So this was what death felt like. Slipping away without a word. Surrounded by the people that killed me and not with the people I loved. My heavy eyes closed and I was enclosed in darkness.
On the edge of being unconscious and dead I felt a scoring pain from my back. It was full on like my back had been set on fire. Something was ripping skin from my back. Something wanted to come out. This woke me and even though my back was on fire I touched my neck. There was no cut. I was alive, but it didn't mean anything if my back was still in pain. I slowly got up so I was just sitting on my knees, then I got a good look to my surroundings. I was back in the black void that I was always in but there were also a lot of mirrors. These mirrors were all circled around and there were a lot of them. They covered me from every side. I looked into my reflection. There was no mark or blood from where I was just cut. I noticed that my white dress was torn and the back. I turned my back and head slightly so I could have a better look. Just doing that made the pain worse.
There was nothing on my back that indicted that my back was sore, but I did notice tiny little slits on my back. They were hard to notice but they were becoming red the longer I looked at then. While I looked the worse the pain became. Until the painful pressure in my back was released. I arched my back and screamed loudly from something was being pulled from my back and was stretched from it. Once the thing had stopped coming out. I looked to see what it was. Behind me were a pairs of massive silver wings that were out-stretched. The wing themselves were beautiful. They shone in the darkness and were fluffy and soft to my touch. The wings touched the mirror and if the wings moved they would have broken the mirrors they touched. But my wings came with a price. My white dress was completely torn at the back. Luckily the font of the dress was still intact.I looked like an angle, well maybe not that far off. I was tired and it showed on my face, but that didn't stop me from stare at my reflection for a while.