Disconnected
Chpt 19
I walked down the deserted streets, ignoring my mother's warning. Tonight was the night, whether I liked it or not. Tonight the prophecy was going to be fulfilled; I could feel it.
Legolas and Gimli had begged me to let them come as they caught me sneaking out. I pretended all day that everything was fine. They promised more elves were on their way. "That's good," I told them, "They can help you." I said that I couldn't have them with me, because it would risk their lives too. And I couldn't have that. I told them that if they tried to follow me, I would lead them into a cage, and have them fight a werewolf. We have no werewolves in L.A. but it's not hard to conjure one.
So I walked, looking for my destiny, my fate, against my parents' wishes, and against my friends wills.
Goddess, guide me. Show me where to go. I let myself wander aimlessly until the wind showed me where walk, but not once did I let my guard down. That wouldn't happen to me again. My hair fell in my face as the wind blew me in a direction that I was bound to follow.
A trashcan crashed and I quickly hopped into fighting stance, ready for anything. Out came a meager rat, looking for some food. Calm down, Jonica, jeeze.
It settled and stilled in front of a warehouse. "How come it always has to be warehouses? Can't they find a nice apartment complex?" I muttered to myself as I cautiously opened the door and silently stepped in. Inside it was dark, as it usually was, and the smell of musk and dust were everywhere. My eyes adjusted quickly to the darkness, Thank you mom and dad, and I walked carefully, so I could keep my attack a surprise one. I only had a slight memory from the spell at this point in the day. And now I wasn't quite sure what this thing looked like.
"I've been waiting for you," came a deep voice from all around me. My heart jumped in my chest, my advantage was gone, and all I could do now was keep his talking so that he could surprise me. This was the end of the world; I could feel it in the pit of my stomach.
"I hope not for too long," I retorted as I watched my back.
"Do you really think that that tiny weapon can destroy me?" he asked almost mockingly.
"I hoped it would, but it's better than nothing." I stepped forward, looking around me, and saw nothing. Where is he?
"I suppose," he laughed, taunting me, daring me to pull the sword from its sheath.
"Look, are you going to ask me to tea and biscuits? Or can we get on with it?" I yelled, growing impatient. Even worse, I felt like if I ran now I would be ok; my cowardice would save me, and I couldn't have that temptation.
He laughed and jumped down from out of nowhere. The entire floor shook with the impact of his body, and what a body it was. His height passed mine by two or three feet, and his skin was covered in a thick layer of black scales. He hissed at me, daring me to show him my strength.
Never show them you're frightened. I cursed and swung my sword at his arm, hoping it would do some damage. With luck, the blade tore into his flesh. Yes! I could win. I swung it once more aiming for his gaping wound, but he roared in anger and moved away. Unfortunately my weapon struck a tough spot and shattered, leaving about five inches of jagged metal at the hilt. My faithful sword couldn't handle the stress of two blows. I cursed again as I was thrown across the room with just one swipe of his hand, as if I were a fly that annoyed the shit out of him.
He laughed deep in his throat. I got up from the ground shaking off the massive amount of pain that coursed through my body from the impact of the boxes and the floor, and ran at him leaving my broken weapon behind me, then leapt into the air, attempting to kick him with both of my feet. But the full force of my body didn't sway him, and I dropped to the ground like a rock hitting a wall. He picked me up from my ankle and let me dangle from his hold.
"You don't really think you can beat me, do you?" he asked when I was at eye level to him. He dropped me to the ground and kicked me in the stomach. I gasped for breath, Never show them you're losing. I picked myself off the ground and spun kicked him, attempting to knock him to the floor; he caught me mid-kick, and punched my face. I fell to the ground again. I felt blood trickle down my face as I once again lifted myself up.
"Is that all you got?" I asked, taunting him, secretly hoping that he had no more to give. I casually wiped the blood out of my eyes and got back into fighting stance.
"Are you still trying to win?" he kicked me down, and my face hit the ground, I felt my nose crunch and blood spurt out, down into my mouth. I spit it out and got up again only to be knocked to the floor again. He kicked my stomach again, and I hurled and coughed up blood.
I'm not going to win, not today. Maybe if I get away and regroup, maybe I can fight him again , and defeat him. A loud noise came from outside the building, and the monster stopped and turned quickly, ignoring me for the moment. I used that chance to crawl away and hide behind a few boxes.
"You still don't understand do you?" he asked as turned back around and realized that I still had the strength to move. He searched for me, trying to make me answer.
I crawled a little farther away, trying to make it back to my only weapon. "When I kill you the world will end, no doubt you knew that," he kept talking, "All the demons and all the evil things will crawl up from the bowels of the earth and it back, life by miserable life."
I sighed softly and swallowed some of the blood in my mouth; I could see the sword. I have to get out. Maybe the world won't end today, maybe I can come back…
"But did you also know, child, that the world will end if you live, and I die?" he asked, I could see him in my minds eye grinning through the darkness. "You're pointless, you miserable form of live, you have no point to exist. All your people thought that you would be the savior. But you turn out to be nothing," He laughed. "You're pathetic."
"You lie!" I yelled, surprising myself. I heard his body shift and walk toward my voice.
"No muffin, I don't lie," he growled, hungry for the taste of my blood.
And all of a sudden I understood, if living wouldn't make it any better, and the prophecy had to be fulfilled, then I knew what I had to do. I slid quickly to the broken sword and grabbed the hilt just as the giant came on me. That's it? It's so simple, it can't be that easy.
"You already failed with that," he growled, thinking it was to be used on him.
A new light was in my eye. I finally knew how to fulfill it, I had a mission, and a new strength coursed through my veins. The Power of Will, the need for life on earth, and the prayers of a thousand beings were with me.
I studied my laughing opponent, something I should've done when he was chatty in the beginning. I finally noticed a soft spot on his neck…seems like a stupid place to have a soft spot, but there it was, plain and clear.
Now was my time, I looked at the hilt and grinned evilly back up at him.
"What?" He stopped laughing, realizing that I was grinning too. I kicked the universal soft spot behind the knee, which made him collapse. The ground shook as he hit his knees, and as he went down I punched his throat, making him gag and cough. And with one swift move, as he was trying to breathe, I moved the blade's edge across his neck. His black blood spurted everywhere, and he moved his large hand to his wound.
"You think you won?" He said one last time.
"No," I commented sternly then chopped off his head as well as I could with a five-inch blade. His corpse hit the floor with another shake. "Now I have," I panted, and then shut my eyes with relief.
Many arrows hit the already dead body of the demon whose name I never knew, and never wanted to know.
The Elves weren't in sight yet, and I was running out of time because I knew I wouldn't be able to finish it, to win, if they all watched me do it. The demon was dead, the immediate threat was gone…but I wasn't.
Quickly, I looked one last time at the hilt of my sword, then turn the sharp end toward my heart. I thought the end of the world would be more fire and brimstone. Why is it that things are never what they seem? I always knew that I was going to die; I just thought I'd go out with a bang. With one last breath in I jabbed the jagged blade deep into my chest. The pain was nauseating, and I cried out. I became dizzy as many faces of elves came into focus, then blurred.
"Jonny!" cried my parents as I lost balance and fell.
"Why?" asked Legolas, who was holding me in his arms, I assumed he caught me. "Why?" tears were in his eyes.
"You think…you know a…prophecy," I laughed weakly, "It was the only way," I panted, my breathing growing shorter, and weaker. His face came into focus; the only thing I could see was the pain in his eyes. He was already grieving. "Live on," I told him, everyone, anyone who could hear, "For me."
I breathed in, unable to take their pain, their grief, and their sorrow. Slowly, everything went black.