Heres Chapter 5!
D8 This Ones Hella Long.
Well,Compared To The Other Chapters It Is.
This Is The Last Chapter She Has Sent Me,Or Even Spoken Of.
Though Deanna May Continue This Story If She Ever Gets More Time.
She Has A Life,Ya Know? xD
I Obviously,Do Not,Have One.
Stays Home Reading FanFiction All Day
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There was not much time. I could sense a sudden change in my small world coming. The warm, safe walls of Her were now cramping me. My hands were stronger, each moment that passed, they became more and more splendid. I was practicing, learning to move each finger on its own. Yes, I was indeed becoming stronger. And my thirst for knowledge was becoming ever greater as the intense burning in my throat ceased to torment me. I felt healthy, vivid, magnificent. I no longer feared the darkness that threatened and flirted with me constantly. I accepted that it was there, and would always be, waiting with fangs bared and jaws slavering, ready to grasp me with its violent claws and pull me into the void. And I would always defy it. It didn't affect me. I would not be weak, would not give up. And They would protect me.
With the walls so close, I was constantly pressed against them; still, I nuzzled against them lovingly. I found myself wondering so much more. Not about what would happen if I were to be dragged away by the claws or if they would miss me. No, I wondered about what would happen to me on the Outside. I had decided that it was likely there were more than just Him and Her. If I was not mistaken, there had been a great many voices on several occasions; not all of them were lined with adoration and love. One spoke with the pointed tongue of a snake. Another voice was louder, and did not hiss between its teeth; it snarled doggishly are let out harsh and angry barks. I was afraid of meeting the owners of the voices. If they were harmful, wouldn't He and She keep them away? I did not believe that if their intentions were to harm me, that They would let them near. I thought that with a kind of finality, and did not allow the issue to present itself again.
Indeed, for a long while, I thought of nothing at all. I was not resting, but not fully awake. I was distant; thoughtful, but not wondering, not experiencing. I had not had many more new experiences as of late. I had the feeling that there was nothing else to learn about the world I resided in. I had completed my mission of experiencing. And yet, I knew that it had not even begun. There was a world beyond this one, one filled with snakes and hounds and Them. A world I would soon join It happened so suddenly. I was floating in my world, nuzzling against the side of Her, listening to Him, when something inside of Her, around me, went terribly wrong. There was a sudden lurch inside of my world. The walls around me began to tremble and squeeze in a way I had never before seen. They're about to swallow me. I'm going to meet Them, I thought with a mixture of fear and excitement. But the fear turned to terror, and the excitement to panic. On the Outside, I could hear many shrieks. The one that came from Her pierced through me more violently than any other. She was in pain, in agony. She was suffering. I touched her walls carefully, trying to sooth her, to know why she was crying so. I needed to touch Him, to hear Him tell me that everything was going to be fine. But He was not there. This cannot be right! I howled in my mind, and I began to struggle. I could feel the walls squeezing, tightening suffocating I could not feel the air enter my lungs.
I had nothing to fuel my small, struggling, desperate body. I felt my body becoming weaker, slower. I gently stroked the side of my world, wondering why this was happening. I could feel it the darkness. The void. It exploded from the shadows, grinning hatefully at me. Its tongue lolled from its fang-lined jaws, its eyes dancing with bloodthirsty glee. It was not striking. Not yet. It was stalking closer, waiting. Waiting until I could not fight any longer. For a moment, I felt furious at the beast waiting patiently to devour my young soul. It was naught but a coward, too afraid to leap until I could not defend my own existence. With bitter resentment, I realized it would not have to wait long. I was dying. The beast would soon be upon me; this we both knew.
But what it did not know was how powerful my will to live was. I would not simply give up. I would fight until the end, and with all that I had. But what did I have? My body was drifting farther and farther away. I was weakening, dying. No! The word pounded in my head. I would not give in. Never. I then realized that I was wielding the one weapon that could smite this hellish beast. I had Love. I presented it in all of its brilliance. The beast howled and shrieked in pain, stalking backwards, blinded. There was light. There was life.
I suddenly heard a sickening sound. It was a great snarling and tearing; it was not from the beast of Death, who was stumbling, blinded. No, this was┘the walls! The sound on the Outside became louder, the tears more sickening and crisp to my ears. And then they were torn open, and a great and powerful pair of hands seized me.
First Sight It was all┘so stunning. So vibrant. The hands that wrapped themselves around me were cold and strong, yet gentle and caressing. I instantly knew that they were His hands. I stared up into His face, His eyes. I felt so cold, so vulnerable. So much more than I thought possible. And there were so many more beings than I had anticipated. But what surprised me more than anything about that moment was that I did not cry out. All of the times I felt the need to do so while in my warm, safe world. So many times I had envisioned our meeting; my squeal of glee, a cry of joy and happiness at finally seeing one another; they all seemed petty and meaningless.
Him,my love-thoughts,love-nudges ,walls,Her! Where was She? My creator, my protector. I turned my head, searching desperately for Her. And then I saw Her. She was amazing. And yet, she seemed so frail, so much in pain. I needed to console her. To touch her.
I began to struggle against His hands, soft whimpering in my throat. I reached out to touch her, to stroke her. I bit against His hands in my frustration. Didn't He understand that I needed Her? Finally he lowered me to Her. She was stunning. So soft, so warm, so safe. It seemed utterly surreal. I burrowed against her chest, eyes closed. It's alright, I thought reassuringly, and lightly stroked her. Her long arms curled around my small body.
In her arms, I was in my own safe haven; my garden of everything. Each ion of my existence was ablaze with love and gratitude. She was mine. And I was hers. Forever.
I turned my head to her arm, and breathed in her delicious scent. My throat suddenly flared with need. Gently, I bit into her soft flesh. It gave way so easily, tasted so amazing. I would never do that again. For, as I did so, she gave a yell of pain, and I was stripped from her arms. Eyes wide and fearful, I reached out to her. I'm sorry, I whispered in my mind. I saw the bright red liquid seeping from where I bit, and felt a wave of shame and regret. I had hurt her. And I was being punished.
I looked up into His eyes, a question in my own. His gaze was tender and forgiving. I reached up to touch his face, Her face in my mind. He nodded. Later, he promised, and handed me off to another pair of hands. These were colder, and the voice hissed in my ear. The snake-tongue. This woman carried me away from Her, from Him. From the ones I loved more than anything in the world. But I did not struggle this time. He had told me that I would be with them in due time. I would wait. I loved Them, and They loved me. As long as we had that, nothing could keep us away from each other for long.