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'Speaking telepathically'
Subconscious thoughts, deep in the mind and cannot be heard by others at all.
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Chapter 11: Enemies
Remembering the number that was on the flyer, I take flight, looking for a more secluded and private place to call the number.
Here, Amon could find me, and I'm not sure what he would do if he knew people were searching for me. He would probably push me to the side of the road to protect himself, depending on who is behind the number.
Flying for quite a distance, I keep going until I feel comfortable enough to land.
Seeing a nice looking church ahead, I decide to land at it.
Looking over it, the church is pretty small and obviously abandoned and in poor condition.
Feeling comfortable enough, I sit down on the grass beside the building, pulling the phone out.
9 missed calls from someone named Jen, and a bright red blinking battery icon in the top right corner.
Awesome.
Punching the simpler number in, the one that looks like it is from a resident of Illinois, I press call and put the phone up to my ear.
...
No one picks up. Probably because it is too late for whoever it is to come to the phone.
Grunting in annoyance, I punch in the number that looks to belong to a company then press call again.
...
"Hello, this is Jane from Saint Michael's Hospital, how may I help you?" The cheerful, happy voice on the other end rings into my ear.
What the hell? Saint Michael's 'Hospital'?! There is no way this place is real.
Silently clearing my voice, I make it go higher to seem more official and pleasant sounding, "Hello, Jane my name is Sarah, I'm just calling in regards to the missing person posters I've been hearing so much about, can you give me more information on the person you are looking for?" I ask.
"Yes, her name is Iris Judith Hale she is believed to be endangered, her whereabouts were last known to be around the Georgia area. She has short black hair, brown eyes and is around 5 foot."
I listen to the woman, speechless and full of fear.
There is no way anyone had any idea where Emma and I were traveling to. We never told anyone at all, no one knew a thing. How do they even know what I look like at this moment?
"Miss?" The voice on the other line says, snapping me back into reality.
"U-uh yea, say I find her, what are the steps I should follow to get her to where she needs to go?" I ask.
"First you would have to call your local police department and have them get in touch with us over here, keep your eye on her and we will fill the police in on how to handle the situation."
"Why would a police officer need to be given instruction on how to arrest a young woman?" I question the woman.
"She is more dangerous than she looks, I would advise not interacting with her at all. She is a danger to herself and others."
"What has she done wrong? What would happen to her?"
"That is classified. You will be rewarded for finding her then you will be on your way." She Informs me.
"At least tell me what she has done!" I shout into the phone.
"Ma'am I am sorry but-" The woman's voice suddenly cuts off.
"Hello?!" I shout, pulling the phone from my ear to find it unresponsive.
"Fuck!" I scream out, throwing the phone against the side of the building, the phone snapping in two.
Thinking about it, I grab the bottom of the phone, pulling out every chip and smashing it so there is no way the phone can be located, just in case.
Growling deeply, I look away from the phone, my emotions all over the place.
A strange scent reaches my nose, unlike anything I have ever smelled in my life. Slowly I follow the scent, walking around the church to discover some kind of large metal pipe sticking out of the ground.
My face distorts in confusion, but at the same time I am too curious not to look in.
Slowly I walk over to it, standing at the entrance to it. The smell comes at me full force, telling me the source is on the other side of it.
Covering my nose, the smell is horribly unpleasant, but at the same time has a hint of age, Earth and a general smell of a long history to it.
I move my shirt up to my nose, looking down as far as I can without falling in.
Letting go of my shirt I gently place two hands on the edge of the pipe, feeling the chilly, slightly damp metal against my fingers.
My curiosity gets the best of me, slowly I climb into the pipe, spreading my wings out behind me so they can fit inside the pipe.
I just want to see what is down there...only for a second...
I become fearful of the possibility of falling and getting hurt, but I push past it and use my shoes as traction to slowly ease my way down.
Halfway down my shoe slips on a damp spot and slam down onto my butt and fall down it, screaming bloody murder.
Once the pipe disappears from under me I spread my wings and flap them to catch myself, it works successfully.
Gently I land upon the hard cement covered in a light layer of sand. The first thing I do is look up to take in my surroundings, my eyes widen in shock and horror, my mouth agape.
Bodies, everywhere. Somehow stuck up all over the walls and ceiling. Barely any open space between the bodies. There must be hundreds, if not thousands of bodies displayed everywhere and preserved as if they all died yesterday.
I move my hands to my mouth without control, eyes as wide as saucers.
"...Jesus Christ..." I exhale quietly to myself, unable to get my body to take another step.
A sudden sound from above grabs my attention, immediately I move my head to look at the pipe, slowly backing up deeper into the cellar.
Another sound sends me on full alert, sounding like footsteps coming toward the pipe.
I begin to panic, should I fly out? Should I hide?
Suddenly as I take a step back the ground beneath me disappears and I fall backwards down a few stone steps, hitting the back of my skull on the lower level of the cellar.
I wince and moan in pain quietly, time seems to slow down and everything becomes muffled, a loud ringing in my ears. Holding onto the back of my head, I begin feeling blood in my hair from my scalp.
The faint, muffled sound of something stopping before the pipe brings me back to reality. I look at the pipe, slowly crawling backwards further away from it.
Slowly I force myself to stand shakily and run past the table in the middle of the room to the back of the cellar the second I hear something climb into the pipe, blood dripping down from my head.
I hide in the back, in a corner next to a number of bodies that surround me. Everything looks as though it is moving, my skull feels like it is going to split in half...
A blurry silhouette jumps out of the pipe, landing on the sandy cement floor I was standing on moments before.
My eyes take a second to adjust, unable to get my eyes to focus because of my head. I see enough to know who it is, I hold my breath in fear.
Axel.
He immediately begins smelling the air, his eyes lock onto the blood on the floor where I fell. He steps down the steps, able to tell immediately by the familiar scent that is all around him and the blood that I have been down here, and likely still here.
He looks up and begins scanning his surroundings, my instincts going into full panic mode, my body locking up and unable to get myself to move.
I begin to think he is toying with me like he has in the past, knowing exactly where I am but pretending not to. He walks deeper into the cellar, getting closer to me but not looking in my direction.
He continues to seem as though he is looking for me, my eyes lock onto the pipe, thinking I may have a chance to make a run for it.
I look at him again and he turns his back on me, looking around the area to the right of me. Then do I notice a staircase over in that direction leading to the church above, but it is all boarded up and covered in thick cobwebs.
Looking back at the pipe I force my body to move, running as fast as possible to it, jumping straight up and into it as soon as I reach it.
A tight grip is felt around my ankle once I jump into the pipe and get my fingers around the mouth of the pipe, I scream out in anger and fear, trying as hard as I can to pull myself out.
Axel pulls me hard, sticking to the sides of the pipe with ease. He grabs my pants by the back of the waistline, getting a better grip on me.
I begin to slip down toward him, screaming out of the pipe, my fingers beginning to get sliced open from the sharp edges of the pipe's mouth.
Hearing him growl loudly, he yanks on my pants hard, making me loose grip on the rim and fall down the pipe and onto my back into him.
I scream loudly while looking up at him, kicking at him hard anywhere my feet land.
He hisses loudly at me, snarling while he grabs my ankles and climbs down the pipe, dragging me out of it.
Continuing to panic, the pipe beneath me disappears and Axel's hands release me.
My body falls and slams down onto the hard cement, not enough space to have caught myself with my wings.
Axel lands across from me, grinning.
I slowly try to push myself off the cement, tasting a lot of blood in my mouth.
Pressure is felt on my back, Axel's foot holding me down.
Suddenly a deep, unfamiliar voice booms into my head, causing me to wince and cower.
'Pathetic creature.'
I move my eyes to look up at him, growling and snarling at him, spitting blood up at him, "Not as pathetic as an insecure creature that keeps it's victims to make it not feel lonely."
Axel grins at my words maliciously, finding my lack of intimidation amusing, moving his hand to my neck he grabs hold of it, lifting me off the ground. He slams me against a wall, right next to a body.
I look him in the eyes, growling loudly at him while baring my sharpened teeth at him.
He grins, moving his attention to the body he placed me next to.
Moving my attention to the body, my heart skips a beat, realizing who he placed me next to.
Emma's corpse, preserved and bearing her horrible wounds, her eye sockets empty and dark. The look on her face brings tears to my eyes, the look of fear and pain permanently plastered on her face.
Tears fall from my eyes, my breathing jumps and my heart feels as if it is being crushed.
'She died screaming your name.' His malicious voice booms into my mind, amusement in his voice.
My eyes lock onto his, my eyes a blazing deep violet, "You are a monster..."
He grins at me wickedly, to my surprise he releases his grip on my throat, dropping me back down onto the floor. He seems to become distracted by something beyond the pipe.
Watching him in confusion, I take this opportunity to move away from Emma's body on the wall and run to the opposite side of the basement.
Axel looks over at me, growling. I can tell something, or someone is communicating with him.
Watching him, he turns and flies out of the pipe, leaving me alone in the basement.
Glad I kept myself under control instead of using all my energy to fight him, I slowly sit down in a corner.
Tears run down my cheeks, lightly I hold onto my head, a migraine pulsing through my skull.
Suddenly the pain increases to where it becomes unbearable, forcing me to cry out in pain and hold my head between my knees. My eyes fade from purple to brown, my energy quickly draining, stopping when I come to the point where I am almost human.
I collapse on the ground, panicking silently, terrified and not knowing what is happening to me at all.
My head continues to ache and consciousness quickly fades away.
Amon's POV:
After I discovered the girl had left, I went out searching for her.
Her unique scent led me to where Axel has been calling home for a very long time, an abandoned church with a giant basement he uses to hide his victims from unwanted human attention.
The scent of the girl's blood fills my lungs, quickly I land near the pipe, hearing commotion from within it.
The girl is crying, bleeding and scared out of her mind.
'Axel, I have news on Alexander's whereabouts. Leave the girl alone and speak with me for a moment.' I inform him telepathically. Bringing up Alexander, a member of a species that has been at war with us ever since the very beginning, is a sure way to get his attention and get him to listen.
Within seconds he flies out of the pipe, landing across from me.
'Tell me what you know, Amon.' He insists.
"Axel hear me out for a second, please take it easy on that female. She has no idea what she is, and could be of help to us."
Axel begins growling, not fond of being lied to, 'That pathetic creature wouldn't be of help to us. I overpower her, you overpower her. She is useless to us, and what happens when she finds out what she truly is? Do you realize what kind of threat she may become to us at that point? Alex is already breathing down our necks!' He hisses into my mind, anger in his voice.
"I have made good progress with her, she trusts me and hates you because of what you did and still do to her. What if you give her a chance, see what she can become. When that time comes, we will know what path she will go down. She needs help, we need help."
Axel continues to growl at me, baring his teeth at me, 'We do not need her help. Her problems are not our responsibility, Amon. All that would do is quicken our species' decline into extinction.'
"Please just give her a chance..." I beg him, both of us hear a cry from the female down the pipe, quickly running over to the pipe I swiftly slide down it, landing on the cement before running over to her.
She is unconscious, and in agonizing pain.
Axel follows and watches, not seeming too concerned or interested, but slightly curious.
Kneeling down beside her, I discover the wound on her head. Softly covering the wound with my hand, I use my angelic abilities to heal it. Another skill passed down to me from our mother.
Focusing on using my energy to find out what might be wrong, I am unable to sense anything out of the ordinary, or I may not be able to sense what is wrong. She is no longer in pain, thankfully.