Chapter Three:
With all the suddenness of wind I was pushed back against one of the black stonewalls slamming into one of Dominus' prized paintings shattering the glass. The pressure crushing around my chest made it all at once my once even calm breaths come out in short shallow painful gasps. As I fought to disentangle the air particles that Dominus had tightened and manipulated to form the indivisible ball of hard compacted air that had knocked me back into the wall.
I could just barely make out Dominus' smug annoyed face as it twisted into a self-satisfied smile; anger swelled inside me and before I could realize what I was doing I was melting away; my fibers that I had grown so use to always being there were suddenly gone, they were their one moment and then the next they were disappearing slipping away from my grasp, from my senses and then they were reappearing, reassembling themselves, remolding myself back together as if I was a puzzle piece each part of myself fitting back together in a very rather painful way; as if my body had been ripped apart and now had to be forced back together.
With a rush of heat and air I was suddenly standing on a cobblestoned alleyway; it was dark and muggy outside wherever I was and before I could really grasp the picture of where I was I fell to my knees taking in two sharp painful gasps of cold icy air; I'm not sure how long I spent kneeling there before pictures, flashes of images flutter my vision again.
A downward sense of a pull stabs at the inside walls of my head and I have to fight the natural instinct inside me to allow the assault the way Dominus had taught me to a long, long time ago. I relax my entire body knowing the pain will lessen if I am calm and my walls are down.
Of course I would have a vision now as if one power wasn't enough to deal with.
A little girl selling flowers.
The same little girl with a pink ribbon in her now tied hair is crawling down an alley a stab wound that is going to kill her.
Painful sharp intakes of shallow air entering lungs that feel as if they are full with water.
A Python demon stalking behind the girl.
A young man with sharp features and black tattoos that stretch up his firm arms.
The flashes of images fade as I blink rapidly to focus my vision the pull sweeps out of my body as I gasp slightly; I feel used, assaulted, stripped bare; I feel something an uncomfortable sort of something that always nags at me when the vision ends.
I look around and force my feet to uphold my body as I brace myself, waiting for my vision to unfold before me. Soon enough the little girl with the stab wound comes crawling around the corner; I feel my skin prickle as I step forward; extorting my physical wariness onto the fibers around me absorbing the energy from a young man in a bar across the way preparing for a battle; really there wasn't going to be much of a battle seeing as how I have a very unfair advantage.
I walk toward the little girl who looks up a me and smile, relief flooding in her eyes; I crouch down next to her and take hold of her tiny bloody hands; I let my mind reach into hers, follow the fibers that link all minds together and twist it until the fiber bends and two lines spilt so the I can glimpse into her mind.
I whisper into her mind you are safe, my sweet, sweet child, close your eyes, you are safe. I feel the little girl's terror melt away as I fill her mind with bliss; her fingers tighten around mine as she whispers out loud 'Goodbye Mummy.'
I let the child's hand slip from my hand and stand up distributing my weight evenly among the ground fibers and prepare for the Python demon to stalk around the corner. Soon enough there it is the Python demon; nasty things those Python demons are; not before long the handsome young man stalks around the corner and blinks twice in shock when he sees me staring back at him.
I feel like snorting Nephlium's really are uppity people or rather they're more like things I suppose. Half Angel, half mundane. Really it could go either way but I have to admit he is really quite handsome; with messy brown hair and flushed cheeks; this was his favorite part the killing; I could tell, sense it, the way his eyes glittered it was a rush. Or was it a way to cover something up; I cocked my head to the side and leaned against one of the ally walls I was intrigued by this Nephlium; and not intrigued like how I was intrigued by Nate either; this Nephlium was different.
The Nephlium tore his eyes from mine and looked toward the Python demon who, was stalking towards the little girl; the way a tiger would stalk it's prey. The Nephlium's eyes seemed to glitter even more as he stalked the Python with a white shining blade in his right hand; he twisted it as if it was an attachment to his hand and struck out at the demon just as it was about to sink it's claws into the dead little girl and it hissed black blood dipping onto the pale face of the little girl.
I crossed my arms over my chest, I had to hand it to the Nephlium this was his element he fought better than some of the best Nephlium's I've witnessed and he was just around me age. He had an effortless grace to him and the way he moved; cocky and determined it was quite amusing to watch him.
I cocked my head to the side as I felt the Nephlium slip a step, a tiny little flaw on where he placed his foot; my eyebrow arched knowing what would happen next seeing the ending play out before my eyes; unless I stepped in, then again what would be the difference if there was one less Nephlium in the world; would it really make a difference.
No Tessa that is not your decision to make, do not play God you are supposed to be changing.