Salt The Earth

by A. Constance

She was changing- physically, mentally- slowly and then all together. Rage seemed to own her. Lust, fear and pain became inescapable. Something was wrong with Mars, and her best friends Scott and Stiles were going to figure it out even if it killed them. Or, at least, before it killed her. M for language and triggering content. Slow Burn. Formerly Beast of Burden.

32. Water

CHAPTER 32

Water

Centuries of dark had come and gone when the first spark was cast.

"Mars!" She heard, but couldn't respond. "Mars!" The voice was frantic, Mars felt pressure against her wrist, against her neck.

Eyes barely open, she managed, "Water." And then it was granted to her, like magic. She was lifted by wobbly arms and placed down again, everything in her vision was fuzzy still. She didn't know where she was or what was going on.

Water poured loud as thunder, and then she felt it on her toes. Then came a click and it cascaded around her. She found the silhouette of the angel and asked it, "Am I, truly, Death?"

But the angel misunderstood.

"God, no, Mars, you're alive. you're so, very alive." It soothed. Its shoes kicked off and it tipped her head forward, blood was dripping from her nose.

"Why are you helping me?" She raised a hand to its wet cheek. It didn't answer her, but she saw a phone in its hand, she knocked it out.

"I need you." She pulled the glowing white figure into the water with her. "Don't leave me." She whispered. "Don't leave me." She repeated even quieter.

The longer she was in the water the better she felt. "I won't, baby, I promise." It enveloped her in its shaking arms and her memory blacked out again.