Here is chapter two. Same disclaimer as before applies. Amara is MINE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If you've read chapter one before in a different addition it's changed a little so maybe go back and read it again before reading this one. Thanx.
Searching for Black
Chapter 2: Amara
Once I would have given anything not to 'hear' emotions. Once I would have said that if I never 'heard' another emotion again it would have been decades too soon. Once I hated my 'curse'. Now I long for the return of my gift. Ever since that dream…no…no one could ever have called it a dream…ever since that nightmare it is as if I have become 'deaf'. People walk past me on the street and I hear nothing. Even when I come into tactile contact with someone I hear nothing. It is as if my mind has closed off completely. Why can't I 'hear' anyone anymore? Why do I want to 'hear' people? Ever since that night I heard him screaming. Ever since that night…
She gently knocked at the huge, metal door. Just touching it made her skin crawl. The waves crashing against the black cliff dropping away behind her weren't much better, but at least they didn't reek of dark magic and horrific mix of emotions she couldn't quite fathom. There was no answer. She pushed at the door and it swung open. If she had thought the door was bad…the corridor she had entered was much worse. Anguish, fear, horror, hate, desolation, insanity and death washed over her like a foul, stinking torrent of water. Pounding at her soul, nibbling at her mind, threatening to drown her in its awesome power. The door behind her swung shut with an ominous bang. She ran blindly down the corridor. At every door she passed a new horror attacked her. Wild, staring eyes from between bars. Scarred hands clawing at an unbreakable window. Insane, triumphant laughter, bubbling forth like pus from a festering wound, from behind a door with no window. Dry, racking sobs of utter despair. Screams of 'I didn't do it! It wasn't me! Tell them it wasn't me' ripping from too many tortured throats behind too many doors. A low, dull pounding sound as someone flings them self again and again against a door in a final, frantic attempt at freedom. A silence, possibly more ominous than the noises. And from one door, the final door, screams of such utter loneliness, despair, fury, shattered hopes, longing, pain and madness flew at her and sliced deeply into her heart. Tears pouring down her cheeks, she pounded at this final door. Pleading with someone she didn't know to let her in. Pleading, crying, adding her screams to those of the man inside. Adding her screams to the screams of Sirius Black…
I woke up slowly, still screaming, yet fighting my inevitable return to the land of the living. When I stopped screaming, tears still pouring down my face, I felt my throat constrict with pain and realised I had been screaming for a very long time. I went to rest my head in my hands, hoping for some instantaneous respite from the pounding headache I had managed to acquire, when I noticed a multitude of thin, bleeding cuts all over my hands. Cuts the like of which come from pounding at rough metal doors for a very long time. As I examined my hands, trying not to think of what their condition implied, I felt sleep beginning to overcome me again and I surrendered to its power…
She stood in front of the final door once more, except now it was open and she was staring into a cold, dark, rank, empty and now silent cell. The cell itself, though not entirely empty, might as well have been from the expression, or lack thereof, in the lone occupants tortured eyes. Indeed, although he was staring straight at her, she had the most chilling feeling that he had no idea she was there. A voice she hardly recognised as her own spoke softly. 'Am I too late, then' it asked. The man's head lifted sharply, his eyes flared back to life and he stared wildly around the room. 'Amara?' he questioned, his voice rough with emotions and hoarse from screaming. 'Amara? Where are you?'. 'I'm here Sirius, where I've always been. Why can't you see me?'. She was pleading with him again. For a moment, his eyes locked on hers. Recognition flashed in them, then was washed away in a pulsating tide of longing. What she saw frightened her. 'Why Sirius? Why?' she pleaded, silently this time, as she dragged her eyes away from him. As her eyes left his, he screamed once more. A scream more vivid than ever. An animalistic scream of pain and despair and longing. 'AMARA'…
AUTHOR NOTE TIME!!!!!!
Actually…I don't have one except to say 'I KNOW SOMETHING YOU DON'T KNOW NYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA'
Later
Clare – The Shadow Witch