The Black Angel

by obliviousbushtit

The village hiccup had only ever asked for three things from his miserable, mundane life. One – that he wouldn't be eaten by a dragon. Two – that he lived free of any liability. And three – that he would change. To his surprise, life complied. Many would agree, however, that it may have taken his third request one step too far...

14. Nothingness

A cold dew brushes over my forehead.

My teeth chatter.

The night wind howls the song of lost souls.

The moon hides behind the cover of the misty sky, almost afraid that the black which drenches the land whole would taint its white purity.

It is the dead of the night.

Not one bird sings a melody tonight.

Something stares at me across the bed.

Smiling.

I cannot move.

My legs. I feel it coming up and up. It feels like fingers.

It walks to my right. It still smiles. It leans closer. Against my cheek.

It still smiles. Its neck convulses and spasms.

I helplessly stare into its soulless eyes.

It opens its mouth. A droning sound leaves its mouth in its wake.

It is getting louder. It is getting higher.

Never-ending, never-ending.

I cannot scream.

Trust me, it chants. Trust me.

You won't have to feel any more pain anymore. Come closer, Hiccup. I will show you. Come.

I cannot breathe.

It warmly embraces me into its empty folds.

Soon.

Very soon. I will be nothing. Nothing but the nothingness of life will remain. And then. Total nothingness.

Now that there will be no more Hiccup, a jet-black something will emerge and embark from the folds.

It will be graceful. It will be confident. It will be cunning. But, it will be, above all, changed. It will be something new. It will be something great.

It will be something better.

It stares at me with a melancholic smile.