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Quotes and meanings below.
"Speaking aloud"
'Speaking telepathically'
Subconscious thoughts, deep in the mind and cannot be heard by others at all.
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Chapter 2: Tragedy
My skull feels like it is splitting in half, the pressure inside my head is unbearable, all the pain is centered at the side of my head.
Something wet is pooling around my head...something warm.
Slowly moving my arm, my grip on consciousness becomes stronger.
My hand travels to where the pain is centered, a warm and wet substance covers my fingers.
Slowly my eyes open and take in what is in my view, a cement wall across from me.
A moan of pain escapes my lips beyond my control as my head slowly rises off the hard, cold cement floor.
My head begins to throb with the pain coursing through me, a whine escapes my lips, slowly my eyes scan the room around me.
My surroundings are all cement, except a number of shelves and large machinery, maybe a water heater for a house? Everything is covered in large cobwebs and layered in thick dust, untouched for who knows how long.
On the other side of me to my left is a wooden staircase leading to the house above. The only source of light is faintly coming from the stairs, maybe from some windows?
A sudden sound grabs my attention from beside me, my heart rises when turning my head to see Emma slowly sitting up feet away from me, bleeding from her head as well.
"Emma...!" I let out, once I begin to crawl toward her a tug on my ankle makes me look over and notice a metal clamp around my right ankle, keeping me chained to the floor and only enough chain to move a few feet.
"Iris...?" Emma's voice grabs my attention again, looking over her, she does not have a chain on her.
Emma feels her head and looks at the blood on her hand, she groans in pain before looking around, "What happened? Where are we?" She asks.
"...That creature knocked you out, I tried to fight, but it was stronger than I expected it to be..." My voice trails off.
Her eyes immediately widen, seeming to be recalling all the previous events.
She begins to panic, looking around fast, "Is that thing here? It put us here! We can't just wait until it comes back..." She worries, now noticing the clamp around my ankle. She checks her ankles, nothing there to keep her tied down.
Watching her, slowly I rise to my feet, "I know it did. I just don't know why you are free but I'm not...we shouldn't try to make this thing angry either, Emma..."
Emma approaches me, looking at the chain, "You can just kill it, right? Like you did with that Reaper thing?"
"I don't know Emma...that was a long time ago... I don't even know how I killed it. Do you remember what happened after? I ended up sleeping for days..."
She looks at me, "Well, you better try to remember fast! Because that creature isn't our only problem right now. I will carry you out of here if I have to, you just have to kill it."
A frown spreads across my face, well aware of everything going wrong in our situation.
Emma looks around for something to possibly break the chain with, running over to the shelves. She knocks everything on the shelf out of her way while she searches, glass bottles shatter on the floor and metal objects hit the floor loudly.
"Try to keep it down...!" I whisper to her, now sitting on the floor trying to wiggle my foot out of the clamp, everything I try on the metal clamp and chains turn out to be a waste of time and effort.
Emma finds nothing, she turns to me, "You have to get us out of here, Iris...please. We will die if you don't..."
Looking around, I hesitantly begin to use an ability familiar to me that doesn't exhaust me too much.
My form begins to change and shrink, a deep purple and black fog forms around me. Slowly the fog clears as my change finishes.
Emma looks down at me, smirking.
Looking down my feet are tiny, short black haired paws, my clothes in a pile all around me.
"A cat, how cute." She says, giggling.
Lifting my leg out of the now oversized clamp I trot toward her, a deep purr erupting from my chest. My eyes remain the same color, purple. No matter what familiar I turn into, my eyes are always the same color.
I change form again, back into my real form, "Thanks, I've never tried a cat yet."
Emma giggles, quickly I get dressed again and we move our attention to our situation.
Emma and I climb up the stairs and realize the light is because there is no door to the basement, and no coverings over the windows.
We look around, we seem to be in a kitchen of some kind.
"Come on." I urge Emma, running to the back door, opening it before running into the night. She follows me and we leave the house and run through the field behind it.
"Emma, you gotta trust me this time."
"What?" She questions, looking at me while we run.
Slowly a large, beautiful pair of wings sprout from my back, seemingly out of nowhere.
The top half of the wings have black feathers, on each feather the black transitions into a dark purple half way down the feathers and all the way to the tips. The bottom of the wings are skin, similar to a bat's wings, or a dragon. Four fingers go through my wings, a hidden thumb at the wrist of my wings buried by feathers.
Emma's eyes widen, "No, please Iris...you know I'm scared...that guy doesn't even know we are gone...we can keep running..." She whimpers.
"No, we aren't safe on the ground right now. We can't stay on the ground, flying is much faster too. That thing can't fly." I explain, spreading my wings out behind me.
"How do you know for sure...?"
"...I don't. I just didn't see any wings on it."
With a hard flap of my wings, my feet lift off the ground, flying beside her.
"...Just do it." She says in defeat, closing her eyes while running.
Reaching over I wrap my arms around her and lift her into the air, flying higher and farther with each flap of my wings.
Emma cries out in fear the moment her shoes leave the ground, "Just keep your eyes closed!" I attempt to relax her.
Turning her around, she wraps her arms around me and hides her face in my neck. Struggling to keep a good hold of her, I remain silent to not stress her out more. My arms sadly aren't the strongest, but I am willing to endure the pain as long as possible. I will not let her go.
Pulling her body closer to mine, I finally get a better hold on her while quickly flying straight.
We're not crazy high in the sky, just high enough to where we are above the treetops to make her feel better.
"It's okay, we aren't that high-" Out of nowhere a force slams into my body like a truck, knocking the air out of my lungs and sending us plummeting to the ground, my wings unable to steady themselves.
Emma screams out in distress from whatever hit us, her eyes still closed tightly. Her hold on my neck becomes so tight I can barely breathe.
Seeing the ground approaching, I use my wings to quickly shift my body to where my back crashes into the ground once it reaches us, crying out from the intense pain of sticks, rocks and whatever else shredding up my clothes, digging and stabbing into my back and wings, skidding on the ground for a good distance.
Once we come to a stop, Emma sits up, tears in her eyes from fear.
"Iris! Are you okay?! What was that?!" She screams out, looking up at the sky.
A loud, flap of wings landing sends me into panic, as they were not my own. Immediately Emma is lifted off of me, screaming and holding onto her hair.
Quickly forcing myself onto my feet, the man from the night before stands before me, holding Emma up by her hair. But this time he looks much different...
The man is no longer dressed, his inhuman features more apparent now. His skin is a dark and very unusual color, it is also thick and tough looking. The creature's body is built with a good amount of muscle, definitely telling me it can easily overpower me if I tried to fight it.
The creature throws Emma away from him, seeming to want to deal with her later.
Emma hits the ground, bruising her arm, she cries in pain before turning and watching us, "Kill it Iris!"
Staring at the creature before me in fear, my body locks up, not knowing what else it is capable of. "Please...if you understand English, I don't know what you want from us...but something else is after us, if you keep chasing us around and holding us captive...you will put yourself in danger as well."
The creature seems to be understanding my words, the amount of intelligence behind it's eyes as it listens is astounding, as well as frightening.
The creature seems to become slightly amused when I explain about it possibly being in danger, obviously it doesn't believe me or believes it is strong enough to fend off and kill whatever is coming.
Glancing over at Emma, her face shows a look of panic and fear.
My injuries on my body continue to bleed, my body weakening, I begin to back up, my eyesight getting blurry. Closing my eyes tight, I quickly shake my head to keep my body from passing out.
The creature suddenly grabs me by the neck before slamming my back into a tree, forcing a cry of pain to escape my lips from the bark scratching into my wounds.
My body weakens more, the creature moves its face closer to mine, looking straight into my eyes.
It seems to be studying them, obviously having never seen this color in eyes before. It also seems to be trying to figure out what I am, maybe to learn about me before it kills me.
Out of nowhere the creature lets out a deep roar of pain as a sharp branch forces itself out of its body from behind.
Immediately the creature throws me away from it and onto the ground hard.
Letting out a cry of pain from the harsh landing, my brain forces me to quickly rise to my feet, knowing exactly who did it.
"Run!" Emma cries out at me.
The creature grabs Emma by her neck roughly, yanking the branch out of his stomach. Before anyone has a moment to react, the creature shoves the branch into Emma's heart and out of her back before ripping into her neck with his teeth.
Tears form in my eyes, a loud cry of agony and sadness escapes my lips as everything falls apart in front of me.
Emma screams out loudly in agony into the darkness around us, watching me while still telling me to run through her screams of agony.
Forcing my body to move, tears flood my vision and begin falling without control. Quickly taking flight, I force myself to fly as fast as possible away from them, away from everything.
Flying with all the energy my body has left, Emma's cries slowly grow silent as her life fades away in the worst way possible.
She was my friend since I was young. As far back as I can remember. Everyone left me, but she never did. Every time I would get adopted, she would always be at the orphanage when my adoptive parents would bring me back because there was 'something wrong' with me.
It was never my behavior. I was never a bad kid, it's just wherever I went, strange things started to happen.
My tears continue to fall from my face and into the air, my wings bleeding along with my back, the skin between my wings torn a bit.
This is all my fault. I couldn't step up and fight...I killed my girlfriend...my best and only friend in this horrible world.
.
Flying as far as physically possible, a potential shelter comes into view. A large depression in the Earth, a cavern of some kind.
Quickly I fly to it, about to pass out at this point.
My feet touch the ground and my body collapses as my wings fold at my sides.
The blood stopped escaping my wounds half an hour ago.
The ground feels so nice beneath me...
Everything fades away, but the loud crack of lightning from an approaching storm brings me back.
Slowly I push myself up off the ground, whining from the pain.
My wings absorb into my back, disappearing while my eyes fade into the fabricated, dark brown color.
The lack of weight from my wings begins to make it easier for me to walk. Slowly I walk into the cavern, getting as deep down into it as I can before collapsing again onto the hard, cold rocky cave floor.
Slowly my body curls up into a ball, tears running down my face again.
The image of Emma's death, the sounds of her screams fill my subconscious and is the last thing I think about before passing out.