Considered Good or Evil?
Her gaze landed on the sky which had been overridden in darkness. The lightning struck through the air; looking as if it was attacking the earth. Thunder roared to life a few seconds afterwards. There were no lights from above; but only from the ones of the earth, that the humans had supplied and created by their knowledge.
'Already..!? But that's... not possible!' she thought.
Rustling of the leaves on the trees was the only sound throughout the whole place. This was due to the harsh wind that seemed to be attacking at anything in sight. Her lustrous black hair blew furiously in the wind that was whipping it around like nothing. Her tight black tank top and jeans was being pressed by the wind; as if she was being restricted of movement.
She growled revealing her white teeth that were sharper than humans. Her eyes lit up with a deep amethyst colour; the sign of her anger, or that something was going to happen and it wouldn't be pretty. Either way; it was to do with her emotions. She clenched her hands into fists; her once blunt nails dug into the palm of her hand, drawing blood, which rolled down her fair skin.
She turned and hustled away from the bodiless park. She constantly was on the alert; scanning the frantic crowds. Panic; fear and dread shifted the atmosphere, drowning her in it. She hustled on through the crowd; dodging and weaving through them as they came. She showed no signs of stopping; continuing to scan the crowds, in search.
Angel continued to weave in and out of the trees; attempting all prospects to release her destiny which was entwined with dangers. Her legs were burning and weakening; too much muscle strain as she forced herself onwards. She needn't look back as she could sense that he was close behind; gradually gaining on her.
Panic had overridden her senses; creating a reason why she ran in the first place. She knew that she must continue to run; no matter how much her legs screamed at her, no matter how much they were threatening to collapse, she'd continue till she was far out of his reach. But that wasn't to be so as his strong arms wrapped around her waist, forcing her to stop.
She screamed at the connection as he had suddenly captured her. He lifted her into the air; still holding her by the waist. She kicked her legs frantically; struggled in his grasp, tried retching herself free, none of it was working with this strong brute. He had to tighten his hold on her; wanting her to quit with the struggling. The instant his arms contracted; she reluctantly stopped moving, already heeding the warning.
He lowered her to the ground so that she could stand on her own two feet. His arms were still securely locked around her waist; he pressed his face against her left cheek, making her slant her head to the right. She could feel his warm breath against her cheek; the rising and falling of his chest that was pressed against her back, and the firm muscles that surrounded her form. Her breathing was short and quick; sucking in a lot of oxygen to regain the amount she lost.
"Not so fast sweetheart. You've been a pain for many years; it's about time to end it and face your destiny." He spoke into her ear; sending a shiver to travel along her spine.
She almost chocked on her breath as the words entered her head. She knew exactly what he meant; she just didn't want to admit it. She already knew the ritual for the last one was almost complete, until they let their guard down, giving her the opportunity to escape. It was just a lucky break that time; but who says it was to happen again? She might not be so lucky this time; but there were always other possibilities, but they were a slim chance. There's nobody around for at least a while; but by the time they got there to help, they'll be long gone.
'Breath Angel; just breath, don't count your chances too short... you can get out of this.' She thought to herself desperately.
All the possibilities she could muster up from within her mind; the thought of it being far from possible kept haunting her mind, in so her mind had accepted that her fate was sealed with Yami. Her heart thumped within her chest; already knowing a high outcome of the situation, but it still gave a feeling that there was always a way to create a distance from her horrible fate, which was only possible within the hands of someone inhuman.
Cecil held Brooke in a consoling embrace. The orange haired teen was whimpering in her arms; tears constantly fell from her aqua blue eyes, landing on the light blue clothing that Cecil wore, dampening it as it did so. Her mind was unreachable; which her condition bestowed upon her, no one could get her to hear the slightest noise of what was around her. The only thing that was to be done was to console her; which Cecil did spontaneously, they could do nothing more to help set her mind at ease.
"There's not one flipping sign of her"
Dia came busting through the room; slamming the door open as she did so. The others came in after her; to instantly look upon the wrecked girl that Cecil was consoling. They're faces softened as if it was a touch of a feather. Their hearts sank as if it was falling through a bottomless pit; with the thought of never seeing light shine upon them again. They've never seen Brooke so broken before; not even when she lost contact with her older twin brother, whom was so close and dear to her. It now appears that there was something other than her brother that could break her; to the point where her mind was no longer with them.
"Where am I? What is this place?"
"You've no need to fear the darkness; it's your companion, you're friend"
"Who's there? What do you want?"
"There's no need to worry Brooke; I assure you, you'll know who I am in time"
"I don't think I'd like to know who you are anymore"
"Worrying about whether to trust me or not? Good intuition my dear child; however, you're going to have to rely on me at some point, if you ever wish or desire to see your precious friend again"
"You've got Angel? Where is she?"
"I do not have her Brooke; nor do I wish to, you see, she's in grave danger, her life depends upon your choice"
"Depends upon me? Wait; what exactly does that; 'nor do I wish to' mean?"
"All in due time Brooke; I'll answer every question you require soon enough, but now I cannot do so, I must only answer one question that plagues your mind"
"Where's Angel? I wish to help her if any way possible"
"Seek an abandoned home which is sought for demolition. Underneath is the place you seek; the place where the end is brought if you are too late"
"Thanks I guess; but at least tell me your name"
"Seek a lustrous black haired female named Hera; I assure you she'll provide all the help you'll need, goodbye for now Brooke"
"Wait! Where am I supposed to find her?"
No answered replied as the voice had disappeared; leaving her clues without much information on what she sought. All around the city were many houses that were sought for demolition; but something, a feeling, assured her that she knew of the place that was spoken of. Darkness slowly began to seep away from her as light began to shine through its depth, drifting her back to her world, to reality.