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'Speaking telepathically'
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Chapter 8: Danger
Axel watches the shadows around us, his senses picking up where the invisible Reaper is traveling throughout the darkness.
"Get off of me!" I scream out at him, snarling and looking up at him in hatred and anger.
He looks back down at me, snarling and to my surprise, obeys my command.
Quickly I stand up, feeling the temperature drop more.
Axel, feeling the temperature continue to drop, seems to be getting affected negatively by the chilly air, taking off into the sky.
I watch him fly away, curious as to why the cold would make him flee. Looking around, my main goal is to get Valkyrie.
Valkyrie was originally a Reaper's scythe, by theory it should be able to kill one.
Quickly I take off into the sky, flying as fast as I can to the motel.
The cold follows me, my energy begins to feel drained more and more by the second.
The reaper is subduing my power, making it so I can't fight back with it.
I growl loudly, not seeing the Reaper materialize yet, but I can feel it in the air.
My eyes begin to feel itchy, quickly I rub them, remembering this happen last time.
My eyesight begins to darken, a huge migraine begins to form, the Reaper invading my mind.
Reaching the motel, I crash through the large window to my room, landing on the floor hard.
Glass shards stab into me all over, as well as slicing my body up more than it already was.
Wincing I slowly stand up, stepping on broken glass while my feet get cut and sliced open.
I run to my scythe, quickly grabbing it before flying back out the window.
Before I can get far, a force hits me from the front, knocking the air out of my lungs and causing me to be thrown backwards and into a tree.
The force of my body slamming into it sends the tree falling, uprooting before crashing to the ground with me on top of it.
I cough hard, holding my chest with my free hand, not releasing my hold on my weapon.
Slowly I sit up on the tree, coughing while I regain my ability to breathe.
Across from me a silhouette takes form, a torso, head and abdomen covered in a long black, torn up cloak.
The cloak is constantly moving, the loose ends of it acting as if it is made of fog. The cloak also has a dark hood, the creature's head hidden deep within it. The only thing that can be seen through the hood is it's glowing, icy blue eyes. The eyes have no pupils, I have yet to see what their faces look like.
The Shadow Reaper's scythe becomes visible, the Reaper grabbing onto it with it's right, undead hand.
The Reaper's scythe looks similar to mine, but has some kind of gem in the middle of the blade, the scythe also looks much more ancient than mine.
Stumbling off the tree, I plant my feet on the ground, pointing my scythe in it's direction, "What do you want with me! Why follow me this far?! Am I worth that much to you?!"
The Reaper's dark, deep voice booms into my head, 'Extinction.'
I growl loudly at it, "I don't even know what I am! I never did anything to your kind!"
The Reaper flies at me, I narrowly escape it's blade using my wings to propel myself into the sky.
The reaper follows, getting closer and closer to slicing into me each time it swings it's scythe.
I slam my scythe into it's own, the loud sound of the scythes colliding surprises me.
The Reaper forces my scythe to the side, swinging it's own in my direction.
The scythe slices shallowly into my stomach, blood runs out of my wound, my other wounds still mildly bleeding as well.
I growl loudly in pain and anger, slamming my scythe into it's own again, keeping it away from me while I continue flying backwards trying to distance myself from it.
The Reaper reaches a hand out toward me, closing it's hand. As it does this I feel a force grab onto me and yank me toward the Reaper, fear fills me.
Somehow I am captured in some kind of hold the Reaper has placed me under.
The Reaper swings it's scythe at me again to cut me in half. Using as much strength as I can I slam my scythe into it's again, barely able to stop it in time.
The force of the Reaper's scythe pushes mine towards me, my scythe stabs shallowly into my side, causing me to cry out in pain.
The Reaper continues to put force into it's scythe, digging mine deeper into me.
I scream out in pain and anger, my eyes instantly turn purple and begin to glow brightly. Purple fog engulfs the Reaper, my scythe tapping into my power and making it much stronger toward the Reaper than I would be without it.
The Reaper releases it's invisible hold on me, letting out an ear-piercingly loud screech, thankfully my ears are sensitive enough to not get damaged by it.
I reach a hand out toward the Reaper, using more strength to smother it, the fog feeling like fire to it.
I tighten my hand into a tight fist, my hold on the creature beginning to crush it in mid-air.
Baring my teeth at it, my emotions fuel my lethal fog as it begins invading the Reaper's mouth and eyes.
I move both of my hands to my scythe, I scream out, using as much strength as I can to swing it at the Reaper.
My scythe plants itself deep into the creature's side. The Reaper lets out a loud screech before disintegrating into thin air.
The creature's scythe does not disintegrate, just like mine didn't when I killed the Reaper that had mine.
Exhaustion begins to overwhelm me once I begin to calm down, quickly I dive down and land, picking up the second scythe.
I sit down in the grass, breathing hard.
Dropping both scythes, I look down at my body, completely covered in blood.
I am easily able to tell which blood is mine and which is Axel's though, his blood appears to be much darker.
Laying my head down, I begin to relax my breathing.
"Can I just get some fucking clothes on my body for God's sake..." I speak to myself, my body weak, my eyes turn brown from the lack of energy.
Slowly I force my body to move, sitting up and standing. I grab onto both scythes and take off into the sky again, finding the spot where I dropped all my clothes.
I land on the ground in the forest again, dropping the second scythe before collecting my scattered clothes.
I dress myself and find the article again, picking it up and looking at my image.
Memories flood through my head, tears rise in my eyes, but they don't fall.
I fold the paper up and bury it in the pocket of my jeans.
I grab the scythes and fly into the air again.
After a while of flying, I find a convenient spot to hide the second scythe, since I don't need two of them.
Landing next to a large lake, I throw the scythe into the water, chucking it as far as I can. The scythe gets a good distance and falls into the water, quickly sinking to the deep, dark bottom.
I decided to hide it so humans wont find it, who knows what crazy ideas a human would get if they wielded such a dangerous weapon.
Just a human alone wouldn't be able to absorb that much power, who knows what would happen. I surely dont.
I take off into the sky again, the sun barely shining over the horizon now.
Scouting out the area around me, I quickly find a place to rest for the day.
I land at a small shack, the structure looking as if it could collapse any time. The roof is missing numerous wooden planks and plant growth has almost swallowed the whole shack.
Slowly I pull the door open, the door creaking loudly as it moves. I slowly enter the shack, turning around and shutting the wooden door behind me. Lucky for me the door has a lock on the inside, not just the outside.
Putting my scythe down, I push as hard as I can on the deadbolt, eventually getting the rusty metal through the slot, locking it.
I look around inside the shack, picking my scythe back up.
The shack is mostly empty except for a few farm tools.
I look around the shack more, discovering a trapdoor in the floor.
I walk over to it, lifting up the door to the lower level of the shack, possibly a tornado shelter of some kind, or maybe storage.
I look down at the wooden ladder leading down into the cellar, hesitantly I step onto it, climbing down the weak ladder.
Thankfully I was able to get down safely, my scythe needing to be rotated a number of times to get through the opening.
Pulling the trap door closed, I change my eye color, seeing in the pure darkness.
This room was clearly used for storage, the people who owned the shack before completely forgot about everything inside here.
I put my scythe down and walk over to some of the jars and boxes.
Sitting down in front of a box, I pause and think.
Should I really go through a random person's belongings...? Is that the right thing to do?
Looking at the box, the label on it presenting the words 'Summer' beckons me to move forward with my curiosity.
Of course it's the right thing to do! I think to myself, tearing open the box.
"Ooo" I let out, the contents inside seem to be mostly photos, a few items as well.
I quickly snag one of the photos, seeing the grainy, faded black and white picture of a woman standing outside a farmhouse smiling at the person capturing her picture.
"Woah..." The words fall out of my mouth, I flip the image over and read the letters on the back, 'Nancy, 1924'.
At this point I have forgotten about the wounds on my body, most of them almost completely healed at this point. My neck is still raw, bruised and painful though.
Looking through more of the pictures, the pain from my neck keeps my brain occupied while I look through the random pictures of these people's family.
From what I can see, they lived a very happy life, they also owned a farmhouse on this land.
Although I am looking at the pictures, my mind is elsewhere.
Somewhere I don't want it to be.
My mind is remembering the previous events with that Galileus, Axel.
The aching in my neck makes me remember how it felt when his teeth punctured my flesh, remembering a sensation I didn't feel in that moment but can recall now.
Pleasure.
Although I will lie to myself and say I didn't feel it to make myself feel better, I know its true.
I drop the pictures, growling loudly at myself and my thoughts, "What the hell is wrong with me? That is absolutely disgusting! He killed Emma! What is wrong with me!"
My mind continues to think about how good his blood felt on my skin, how good it tasted in my mouth, unlike anything I've ever tasted before.
His aggression and ability to overpower me makes my heart skip a beat and my stomach knot up.
I slam my hands against my face and scream into them, "What is WRONG with me! He is a monster!"
Roughly I slap myself across the face in an attempt to change my thoughts, but it only makes me angrier.
I focus my senses on everything around me within a good distance, not sensing anything close to me.
Axel is no longer nearby either, probably taking shelter from the daylight as well somewhere.
I begin to sweat, my thoughts making my body heat up.
I need some fucking sleep.
Slowly I move some of the boxes off the large shelf they are stored on, not going to sleep on the dirt floor.
Placing my scythe near me, I get somewhat comfortable on the wooden shelf. My wings give me complications, I turn around and face the wall, my wings dangling off the shelf now and feeling more comfortable.
Keeping my senses peaked, I quickly fall asleep, my body quickening my recovery and healing as I sleep.