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Chapter 6:
I stormed out of the room. I couldn't let this happen again. I didn't know what I felt for Will but it had to stop, I couldn't risk him getting killed and I didn't want to be killed either. Maybe going with Ash was the better option, maybe I could forget Will, forget everything that had happened.
'You can't forget Will' an inner voice told me. It startled me for a moment.
'What?' It thought at me, scaring me more. My eyes must have been as wide as tennis balls. I tried thinking back at it,
'Who are you?' I waited for my inner response, fearing what it might say.
'I am you,' it chimed back at me, in a husky voice, my husky voice. I then realized who I was talking to, it. I mean the monster,
'and I would appreciate it you stopped calling me "the monster." It half growled at me. I was scared out of my wits, trying to block its access to my mind. It seemed I had won my battle for now. I ran back into the bedroom where Will and Ash were talking.
"What does it mean if it talks to you?" I blurted, looking wildly at Will.
"What?" he asked me completely confused.
"The monster, it spoke to me, in my head." I said, speaking so fast my words seemed to blur together,
"Nothing, it means it is getting stronger." He said, as if it was obvious. I raised my eyebrow at him,
"Why are you acting as if this is nothing?" I said, a hint of acidity ran through my tone.
"Because it is nothing, the monster is getting stronger, so you have to learn to control it." He shrugged and I felt it clawing at my mental barricade.
'Oh shut up' I said internally and to my surprise it instantly stopped. "What, did you go through this, it talking to you?" I accused. I didn't want to be rude, but I had to get him to back off, to save him from being killed, I needed him to leave.
"No, but I have heard of cases like this." He said, my eyes bugged out,
"Other cases?" I snarled, "You said we were the only ones! And who the hell are you to tell me it is nothing to have something communicating through your brain!" I screeched. I knew I was blowing this out of proportion, way out of proportion but the more he hated me the better. A look of hurt crossed his face, his mouth opening and closing. "That's what I thought." I said before turning to face Ash.
"Now to you." I said, staring him straight in the eye. "I know I was a bitch and I am really sorry, but you have to be nicer, stop brooding, it is cramping your style." I said, before spinning on my heal and walking off. A smug smile crossed my lips, I had done it. I had made it all the way outside before I felt his hand grip my arm, spinning me around towards him.
"What was that about?" he stared down at me, bewildered.
"If I told you, I'd have to kill you," I smirked, before turning away from him.
"I am serious here Blake. What has gotten into you?" He said, and I spun back around to face him.
"Nothing has gotten into me, Will, I haven't been myself since you rescued me and now it has finally sunk in, I am back to being me, whether you like it or not." I answered, a hint smile played across my lips. I caught him staring at me, his eyes a mask.
"So I think I should be leaving soon," I turned around, walking off towards the forest, a grimace spread over my face. It hurt me to walk away from him. "Or maybe, now." I said, not looking back.
"Blake, wait." He called after me. I didn't turn around, I didn't say anything. I ran, as fast as I could and I would keep running, whether he caught up or not. I was leaving Ash and Sydney and most of all, I wanted to leave Will. He caught me after a few minutes, pulling me to a stop from my dead sprint.
"Blake," he said, not even affected by running. I was breathing hard but it didn't stop me replying,
"What?" I asked, trying to force venom into my tone. He looked startled for a moment before continuing. I raised one eyebrow.
"What are you doing?" I looked at him like he was insane,
"Leaving? I thought I made that clear." I said, turning to start walking again.
"I am coming with you," he said, and started following me again.
"No you're not." I stated, not looking back.
"Yes I am," he said just as stubbornly.
"No, you're not." I said, turning to face him again, a frown on my face.
"And why is that?" he asked, challenging me again.
"Because I said you are not coming with me. Get it through your thick skull. I don't want you with me, I don't want you around me and I don't want you following me! Get it? PISS OFF," I screeched the final bit. He needed to leave, he looked hurt and it crushed me inside. I had to turn away from him, hiding the expression that followed the feeling inside of me.
"What have I done?" he asked softly, almost a whisper. It broke my heart to hear him speak like that.
"Nothing," I sighed, letting my tough girl act down for a moment.
"Then why are you treating me like shit?" he asked, more strength was returning to his voice.
"Because I don't want you killed, OKAY, and as long as you are with me you are at risk. I don't know why I feel that way, I just do." I couldn't turn to face him, not after saying that. I wanted to run again. I started walking, hoping he wouldn't follow me. Instead he was standing in front of me within seconds, standing so close our bodies were touching. His face lowered towards mine and it took my all my strength to look away saying,
"Don't kiss me." When I looked back up, he looked bewildered. It quickly changed though, into one of shock and pure fear. I turned around, following to where his gaze was fixed but I couldn't see anything.
"Shit." Was all he said, before grabbing me around the waist and flinging us up into a tree. I looked down from the high branch, feeling my stomach do flips, I looked back up.
"What the he.." His hand came over my mouth, blocking me from finishing. I followed his gaze down. A large line of perfect warriors came marching in line underneath where we were. My heart started beating a hundred miles a minute; I knew he could hear it. He pulled us further back into the thick canopy. As they passed under I felt the scar on my arm burning. I looked down to the see star shaped scar on my wrist, outlining itself gold. I looked up at Will, fear filled up my body as my breathing became shallow. He put his finger on my lips, telling me to keep quiet, before moving his hand down to cover my now glowing wrist.
I don't know how long we sat there for. All I could concentrate on was the new pain erupting in my wrist. A small throb had started making its way up my arm. Once they had passed, Will got us down from the tree, a small whimper escaped my mouth as we hit the ground gently, I was cradled in his arms. He took his hand off my wrist and I saw it glowing gold.
"What does this mean?" I asked him shock, bewildered and terrified.
"I think it means you are bonding with your inner erm.. Monster." He said, looking me in the eye. I heard a growl come from inside my head.
'shut up' I said in my brain, hoping it would get the message.
"But why can it talk to me, oh and it really doesn't like being called a monster." His eyes widened when I said that.
"You mean, it talks to you, as if it is, someone else?" he asked, a befuddled look crossed his face.
"Yes, do you not have inner conversations with your little devil?" I smirked and felt it smirk with me. At least I found a name it enjoyed.
"No, I mean, I am conscious of it being there, but we don't communicate like two separate people." I looked at him confused. Suddenly a searing pain shot its way up my arm and I screamed out in pain.
'What are you doing?' I asked it, hoping it would answer me.
'Merging,' it answered before taking over my mind.
When I woke, my body was already away, throwing things around, lunging at someone, but who? I tried to collect my thoughts, what thoughts; all I could get was darkness. I was watching my life through someone else's eyes. The body I was trapped in pounced uncontrollably.
"Blake," I heard someone call. Who was Blake? Where was I? Darkness covered my surroundings; I was trapped watching what was happening through someone else's eyes.
"Blake," the voice calls again, "fight it!" Everything came rushing back. It was in control, the monster. I heard it mentally snarl.
'Let me out' I fought it, wearing downs it's mental barricade.
'Never' it fought harder. 'You trapped me, now I will trap you!' I felt the darkness press on me harder but I wouldn't take it. I was stronger than whatever this thing was. I fought the darkness with all my strength, forcing my way back in control. The thing fought back hard, but I had a better mental strength.
'We need to work together' I thought at it, and finally it gave in. 'I didn't mean to trap you, I didn't know, but if we want to survive, we have to work together, like Will does. We need to connect.' I thought more, hoping I had a shot of reasoning. Suddenly I saw my scar go bright gold again, the throbbing pain became unbearable as I began to roll around of the floor gritting my teeth and clutching my arm. What was it doing? Black spots clouded my vision and I felt my conciseness leave me. I fought to stay awake, not wanting to seem weak, but the darkness won, dragging me with it into the mental jail of my mind.
When I finally woke, everything felt different. I had a new sense of strength, my vision, hearing and smell had become sharper. The scar on my wrist was now a faint golden line. I saw Will leaning against a tree, his eyes shut. He looked so peaceful when in sleep; his face was relaxed and smooth. I stopped gawking at his face, walking over, trying to nudge him awake.
"Will," I whispered. Looking around, it was dark now; the stars were shining in the sky, the full moon blazing down between the gaps in the trees.
"What?" he mumbled, running his hand through his messed up hair. He kept his eyes closed, and I leaned down towards his face, keeping it inches from his.
"WILL" I yelled and he sprung up, head-butting me in the nose. "Ooww," I said
"Shit," he said at the same time.
"Is it bleeding," I asked, taking my hand away from my nose. It throbbed but he just shook his head. A small smile played on his lips. "This isn't funny." I hissed, holding my nose again, got it hurt. I saw Will getting up out of the corner of my eye. Walking over, he sat down next to me gently.
"Let me look at it," He sighed, removing the hand glued to my nose.
"You shouldn't hit people in the face," I hissed as he gently examined my nose.
"You shouldn't lean so close to sleeping people," he retorted.
"You weren't asleep." I said, grimacing as he touched my nose.
"I think it's broken," he answered. My eye bugged out, I didn't need a broken nose right now.
"Shit, thanks." I hissed at him. He laughed again. "This is not funny!" I screamed, my voice going very high pitched. He just rolled his eyes, bringing his finger to my nose again. I slapped his hand away, "nah-uh. You are not breaking it more." I said, glaring at him.
"Blake, seriously," he said, grabbing my arms and putting his hand against my face. I felt him healing me again, my nose mending as I went cross eyed to watch. The lump evened out, giving my nose its dish like appearance. I sat there, looking down at my nose, amazed that Will could heal it so well. I heard him laughing and looked up to see him rolling around on the ground.
"What?" I accused him. He held back the laughter, looking up at me.
"Your face," he smirked and I gaped at him.
"Bitch!" I said, a smirk playing on my lips. He beamed at me, coming over to sit next to me. "So what are we doing now?" I asked, becoming serious again.
"We are going to go to Ambytherium," he said, not meeting my gaze. I swallowed deeply. I couldn't go there, not to the capital.
"No," I choked out. "I'll be killed, you'll be killed, we'll die," I said so fast my words slurred together. He moved to sit in front of me, resting his hands on my shoulders.
"I will not let anything happen to you." He said, his eyes staring straight into mine. I knew I could trust him, but I didn't trust other people. I shook my head more.
"We'll die," I whispered, looking down at my hands. I saw one of his hands move, placing it over the wrist which held my scar. Light flashed and I felt it burn.
"What are you doing?" I said, sounding more panicked then I wanted to. He suddenly moved his hand away and I looked down to see what he had done. My scar no longer no longer had six points but seven. I looked back up at him, "what did you do?" I asked hesitantly.
"It is a very strong type of glamor; it works on everybody, even perfects. Only I can see that you have six points, everyone else will see seven." I nodded,
"But won't they know it was me? I mean, I went missing, how did you just find me?" I asked,
"You are not the first warrior to go missing; you were just the most important. I'll tell them a variation of the truth, I found you locked in a small room, cut and bleeding by the Normals. You just have to pretend they captured you and held you hostage." He finished, saying as if it was so simple. I eyed him, but he looked deathly serious.
"I don't know," I said, slowly shaking my head. "Why can't you just go back and live your life and I'll stay out here and live mine?" I asked, hoping he would leave. As much as I didn't want him to go, I still got that stupid feeling in my chest when I thought of him being hurt. He just looked at me; I knew I wouldn't be able to convince him.
"You know I can't do that." He said, I felt my emotions running wild again.
"Why not? You always say you can't leave me but you never tell me why! Don't tell me you don't know because you do! Why are you risking my life to take me to some city I don't want to go to, more importantly, why are you risking yours! I don't understand it Will, please explain to me why we are doing this!" I yelled, taking steps towards him with every word.
"Be.. Because.." was all he said, a hint of fear in his eyes.
"BECAUSE!," I screeched, "Because is not an answer Will! Because does not explain why you didn't kill me when you should have! Because is not why you are risking both of our lives! Because does not answer why you want to take me to some city that wants to KILL me." I spat, shaking.
"You're right." He answered, quickly and quietly.
"I am? I mean, damn straight I'm right." I replied, shocked.
"You're right, I took you away from your home, and I have been keeping you selfishly to myself. You could have gone with your friend, moved to a new village. I am risking your life every minute and trying to take you to a place where the government would kill you the second they knew you were there." He said, taking steps away from me. "I'm sorry," he said turning around and walking off.
"Where are you going?" I asked, lost. "Where you wanted me to go all along," he said, and I felt my heart breaking, "away." I blinked a few times, was this want I wanted? To never see Will again? I began walking the other direction, grabbing one of the supply packs and heading off into the forest.
I had been walking all but five minutes when I came across a clearing. The moon was shining down, making it quite bright, the stars were twinkling. It was perfect. There was someone lying in the middle of the field, I scouted around the perimeter, making sure I and whoever was there, were alone. I then walked slowly and cautiously into the middle, looking at the small body lying there.
At first I thought she was asleep, her small frame looked so peaceful, almost happy. It wasn't until I looked again did I see the large red circle on her small yellow dress. I screamed, louder than I had ever screamed before.
He was dead.