Flash Fiction

An Encounter.

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As Aillil turned page after page of the old fables his grandfather had left him, he found himself entranced by the tales of Branwen, Cuchulainn, Tuatha de Danann, Arthur and his knights. He found himself wishing for the magic of the past to return to the present. He wondered why no one truly believed in these tales anymore, he wondered where the bards whom would slip into the Otherworlds, had disappeared to. He wistfully looked to the sky, day dreaming about Finn and his Fianna.

He wanted to prove these legends true. Aillil was frustrated. To him it felt as if the magic of the world, it’s pure quintessence was at the very tip of his fingertips but it was so very out of reach. Why was this? Why was it all so frustrating?

One evening in irritation, when the night was old and souls at rest, Aillil took his bike and pedalled into the mountains near his home. He reached out to the moon. It was so big in the sky, the stars so bright it felt like with just a simple grasping motion he could capture the heavens and join the heroes, gods, and goddesses in their paradises. Yet no matter how much Aillil pedalled it was fruitless. He was soon worn out, staring at his hands, lying on the grass of the mountain fields looking at the night.

“Why! I know you are real! Show yourselves, Show yourselves to me!!!” He yelled to no one in particular, by this point he’d already given up. He expected no response to his cry and was preparing to get back on his bike to ride home into the comfort of his bed and family.

Yet then he heard, “We hear your call.” It was a childish and faint voice that was carried by the wind to his ear.

“Join us.”

Aillil looked up and he saw the most bewitching fairies, it was like in the tales, as if they had just rode out of their underground palaces, they glowed with a celestial glint. They harboured treasures from Avalon and wore garments embroidered with the ethereal designs and jewels.

The male fairy extended his hand to Ailill, “Won’t you join us on this eve of Beltane?”

Aillil was shocked, he couldn’t believe this was actually happening. Filled with intrigue and excitement he grasped his hand. “Yes. Yes please!”

They giggled at him, and then he was pulled onto the back of the male fairy’s white and proud steed.

Aillil left with them into the unknown, and he never came back.

After I read a novel, watch an anime or read some of my favourite fables I find myself wondering about the truths of this world. I want to reach out and grasp the mysteries this realm has to offer. I want them to reach out to me. At the same time, unlike Aillil, I don’t think I would have the courage to accept that invitation and go into the unknown so brazenly.

Would you go with the fairies?

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Flash Fiction

Winter Snow

Squeals came from the bedroom as Isabelle and Catherine wake up and see the first snow of the season waving by their window. The winter snow fell thick and heavy, a blanket, that hid the rough and ugly parts of the world.

Isabelle ran to her parents bedroom, her little feet moving faster then lightning. She banged on the door. “Mummy!!!! Daddy!!!!Mummy!!!! Daddy!!! Mummy!!!” The screaming continued until Isabelle’s tired Mother came out, her hair tousled, bags underneath her eyes.

“Didn’t I tell you that Mummy needed to sleep in today, I had such a late shift yesterday. And it’s only 6am Isabelle!!!” Groaned their Mother. She yawned.

A second later her Father popped out the bedroom door and scooped up Isabelle in his arms. “Good Morning Princess. What’s all the ruckus?”

Isabelle squealed in her Father’s arms and then shrieked “Mummy, Daddy, it’s snowing.”

“Snowing!” exclaimed the parents in unison.

The Mother felt a tug on her legs, it was little Catherine pulling her, “Everyone, Everyone!!! We must see the snow.”

Laughing the parents humoured Isabelle and Catherine, following Catherine who pulled them to her bedroom. As the parents gazed out the large double-glazed windows whilst hugging their children, the Father sighed, “It’s going to be hard driving to work in this.”

“It’s so pretty!!” chirped Isabelle and Catherine.

The Mother kissed both her girls on the forehead, “I love the winter snow too.”

I love heartwarming scenes, that are so simple, like a family being brought together by some winter snow. When I was younger similar occurrences happened, and as I grow older I appreciate the more innocent moments of the past. I hope in the future I can be happy and have cute moments like this with my own kids.

Comment and tell me sweet and simple childhood memories you have.

P.S sorry for posting this late, I’ve been doing lots of shifts at my part-time job lately

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Flash Fiction, The adventures of Max

Fated to be

Max reached his hand out to grab a Haribo packet from the top shelf, yet as his hand touched the sweet packet so did a hand belonging to someone else. Max pulled with all his might, ‘This is the last packet.” he thought, ‘There is no way I’m giving this up, I need to fuel my sweet addiction for today.’

Max turned to face the owner of the hand which was attempting to steal his sweets. Just as he was about to angrily yell ‘try another store’ he was stunned into silence.

“Max, is that you!?” exclaimed the owner of the hand, “Oh my God!! It’s me Tyler! Don’t you remember me!”

Max gasped, how could he forget. It was Tyler his best friend, or more like former best friend. They had gone to the same school since they were young, they had been neighbours, their parents had been friends, they even shared the same birthday. However, Tyler moved away with his family abroad, and Max had been left all alone.

They had exchanged letters but eventually they both got tired of sending them. Now Max was a University Student living in his student accommodation. He had long since believed that they would never meet again, in fact he assumed Tyler had forgotten about him entirely. Yet here they met in an old, run down corner store, like fate was pulling them together.

“Tyler I can’t believe this.”

“What are the chances that we would meet like this Max!”

“Well I always said we were fated to be—”

“Fated to be best friends!!”

 

This is a short 260 word flash-fiction piece I was going to enter into a competition but I ended up submitting a different one instead. This story is also my own secret aspiration, there are a few friends that I have completely lost touch with that I would love to meet again. So I really emphasise with Max. I hope you enjoyed reading this.

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Travel Writing

A Motionless In White Concert

My second ever concert experience was to see MIW. It was all due to the hard efforts and enthusiasm of my best friend who was, and I think still is, a complete fan-girl over the band. I remember how she was especially excited because their third full length album ‘Reincarnate’ had come out earlier that year in September, and she was dying to hear it live in their November concert.

It was at the Forum, a Concert hall in London. I remember getting many trains and walking down many roads to get there, my friend and their mother in tow. (We were too young to go on our own). I would like to go into the finite detail about how I felt travelling there on that day but sadly my memory is hazy and the journey itself wasn’t exactly the highlight of the event. All I remember was that my best friend was very excited. She was practically spewing to me everything she knew about the band, she needed to educate me because my 15 year old self was sadly ignorant about MIW.

I at the time only knew a few things about MIW. I liked their music but generally being a Visual Kei fan who listened to X- Japan, L’arc en Ciel, Acid black cherry, and the Gazette I generally didn’t pay too much attention to western bands when I was younger. I only went because my best friend was a huge fan of MIW, and who doesn’t love going to a concert. I loved the sensations that a concert gives, such as when you feel the heavy bass thrumming on the floor, the group excitement from all these fellow concert goers that was simply contagious, also seeing some kicking music live is also a brilliant feature of a concert. So I was anticipating the event, just not to the same degree as my friend. (Author’s note: I am not as ignorant as I was back then, just wanted to say I really love Motionless in White now.)

We came, I believe 5 hours early this was because my best friend, who was more experienced at going to concerts than myself, said it would be better to go early as we didn’t want to be in the back of the line. She was completely correct, as even when we got there ( and we got there early), there was quite the huge trail of people starting to grow at the entrance of the venue. I remember us getting relatively close to the entrance despite this and sitting down amongst other concert goers. My friend was dressed in her new-rocks and this lovely black dress with black leggings. I recall that myself, whose clothes were mostly bought by my own Mother were stripey and green. My best friend’s hair was bright red and black, I too had similarly coloured braids at the time, but I remember feeling under dressed and not as cool as her, my glasses made me look nerdy, and she really had that rock-star vibe going for her. I saw others in the line also wearing their fantastically designed ripped/slashed clothing, with their Demonia boots and amazing hairstyles. I kept thinking how amazing everyone looked, and how one day I would aspire to mimic their styles.

Then it happened, perhaps by stroke of luck because we came so early, but I heard people whisper. “Chris Motionless is coming out to greet fans.” My best friend squealed in anticipation. I was also shocked, although I wasn’t the greatest of fans at the time, I still knew who Chris Motionless was. In shock  I whispered, “Chris Motionless!?” however My friend took that the wrong way. “Alexia!” she hissed a me, “How could you not know who Chris Motionless is!?” I wanted to explain that I did but for some reason I just acted like I was ignorant and played it off like I didn’t.

Eventually Chris Motionless came up to us, he stood with my best friend . I took a picture of them both together. God, I remember saying to them ‘Say Cheese’ and ‘smile’ like a complete twat, yep if I could dig a hole straight to China I would of back then. I was too embarrassed to take a picture with him myself, which ended up being one of my biggest regrets later on in life. Although I know I shouldn’t still be caught up on it, it was three years ago, but it still kind of haunts me.

After that we stayed in the line for 5 hours, there was a cafe nearby that you could use to go to the toilet. My best friends Mother (Who is like the most awesome human ever by the way) bought us food and drinks as well. Although I wanted to talk to other people in the line, and I think we did slightly, I remember being too shy and not really knowing what to say. So instead, as I do when I’m nervous, I started babbling to my friend. Saying complete nonsense, probably even annoying the heck out of her. But, she’s lovely so she never told me if I annoyed her or not.

Then when the sky had began turning a bit dark the doors to the concert opened, and the crowd; and I say crowd because the line I believe at the point was gigantic, rushed in. The Concert hall was dark, I remember seeing a bar to the side where people were getting drinks. My best friends Mother had a seat on the balcony, and we were in Standing, so alone we descended toward the front of the stage.

After a while of chatter a band that I don’t really recall the name of came out, they were opening the stage and they welcomed us all with a roar. They were okay I guess. I liked the guitarist and found myself jumping up and down to the beat a bit. I remember this one guy in the audience went a bit wild, I guess he was a fan of them. I think he tried to start his own little mosh pit, but all that generated was a bout of swearing in his direction. Even now I find it hilarious. (Researched and the bands name was Devilment)

Soon they had finished and then Lacuna Coil came out, Andrea Ferro and Cristina Scabbia’s vocals took my soul on an adventure I tell you. To be honest I didn’t know much about the band when they came on the stage but after they were done I swear to you I became a near die hard fan. I just loved it. Sadly these were the only decent quality picture I got of them. I was too busy headbanging :). I haven’t seen them in concert since then but I hope to get the opportunity to in the future.

Then as usual the headliners are always the last to appear on the stage. Motionless in White came out with a bang. It was like the entire crowd had a spring in them, because suddenly everyone had sprang out of control. I can’t specifically remember what Chris Motionless said but I remember it driving everyone crazy and when the first chord of ‘Reincarnate’ came out my best friend was jumping up and I followed the hysteria. The excitement was just too contagious. It was such a freaking epic concert that I felt like kicking myself for my previous luke-warm excitement, and wishing I had taken a picture with him. Ahhh the stupidity of youth, alas I had lost my chance.

So when the concert was over although I was buzzing like I’d been struck by lightning I still felt a tinge of regret. Thus when I saw them selling shirts of the concert near the exit I spent £10 and bought it on the spot. I still have it, it’s a pretty epic memento. I found myself hugging it as we got on the underground, many other concert-goers went on the same train, so it was quite a lovely sight seeing a train packed with goths, punks, and metal heads alike.

And here it is. My experience at a Motionless in White Concert. Comment and tell me about your concert experiences.

 

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Anime, Travel Writing

A Journey to Comic con- 2014

 

2014, the year after Attack on Titan drove millions to insanity, the year of the horse, the year of Noragami, Kill la kill and Space Dandy was also the year that I went to my first ever Comic Con Convention. There I met the most amazing people, saw the most amazing cosplays, and even ran into my favourite Youtuber, Gigguk. I can wholeheartedly say that it was my favourite time of 2014

Going back to memories of that year, the blissful rose-coloured cherry scented times of youth. I remember I had planned this day for, what felt at the time in my 14 year old mind, an eternity. I had circled it on my Calendar and pre-ordered as well as modified my maid cosplay just for the day. It was in my birthday month and thus, for me, this comic-con was a coming of age ceremony of sorts.

The day began at 8:00 am with the ‘ding-dong-ding-dong’ of the door bell being rung as my friends, dressed to impress, gathered together at my house for the thrilling event. My Mother armed with her phone began taking pictures of us all, cooing and ahhhing as we went into all kinds of poses at the sound of ‘say cheese.’ Then after checking we all had everything, with excitement in the air and the buzz of summer on the horizon we began our journey to MCM london Comic con.

Walking to the local Tilbury train station early in the morning I’m certain we had a few glances in our direction with our unique costumes/dress sense. I definitely remember a few children that went to the local primary school cheering on my little brother who was dressed in his little knight outfit waving his plastic sword around.

At the station my Mum bought the tickets, being barely 15 at the time along with my friends, and with my brother in tow my Mother took it upon herself to be the responsible adult that would guide us along our journey to Comic con. Like an angel guiding lost souls to heaven my Mother was the definition of organised and responsible. Getting us all on the train in a timely manner as we travelled towards London.

I remember watching the rural countryside on the train transition into the urban lands of London. As modern teenagers do I began taking selfies with my friends on their blackberries and Samsung. As the train continued I remember the automated female voice saying ‘We are now approaching West Ham’, then as we looked out the window there were what felt like thousands of cosplayers or Comic con adventurers on the platform. I think they were looking for another train to the same location, some were getting on the same train we were on, as it also went to the same destination. It was a wonderful sight to see, so many dressed in wonderful cosplay, or wearing shirts/clothing that signified they were players of ‘LOL’ or ‘World of Warcraft’ and others.

I felt a sense of belonging as I gazed at that crowd. Despite never being bullied for watching Anime not many of my friends were into it, even the ‘best friends’ I was travelling with didn’t quite understand my fascination with anime in general. It was at this point when I had a comforting realisation that there were probably many that shared the same hobbies as I did. I had assumed that it was just my sister and myself  that would rush home from school just to binge watch an anime or suffer from serious withdrawal symptoms after finishing a good series. Yet as the train left West Ham and continued on its way, I felt any assumptions of strange teenage loneliness disappearing. I realised that the throbbing anticipation in my heart to get to Comic-con was a valid sensation.

After we got off at Limehouse station we practically ran to the DLR, I don’t even remember why we ran, there was no reason too. Perhaps it was because my excited 5 year old brother rushed forward first and we all ran after him in hot pursuit. Or perhaps we were running with him, caught in the heat of blood-boiling excitement that the earlier sight had brought to us.

We travelled down steep stairs, through the barriers then up onto another set of steeper stairs. My mother striding with a confident atmosphere around us, assuring us that were in the right place and on the right platform. But, what assured us more was when we spotted people that were dressed similarly to us in their elaborate and expensive cosplays that I could only ever dream of being able to afford or craft. They were laughing with each other and when we made eye contact I couldn’t help but squeal. Making new friends was definitely one of my aims in coming on this journey, and I ended up migrating to their group and chatting about anime and games. I felt intoxicated by the welcoming atmosphere.

‘Rickkkkkk-et-tat-et-tat-rickkkkk’ was the sound of the DLR as it went towards London Excel. It’s large glass windows allowing the view of the city to blossom before my eyes. It wasn’t the first time I’d been to London, I had actually been raised there until I was eleven and my family found it appropriate to move to the more rural countryside, to gain what my mother called ‘fresh air.’ Perhaps because I had been raised in London I wasn’t as excited as my friends were when we went deeper into the city. At that time, even now, I find the sight from the DLR unimpressive. Sure it’s a capital city with a large population, fancy buildings and an impressive infrastructure but, it’s dull and grey in my eyes. I’ve always been someone that liked green landscapes and a splash of colour, and London lacked that natural vibrancy for me.

As the train got closer to London Excel I remember it getting more and more packed with cosplayers, I almost felt sad for the elderly women sitting with her shopping bags, she probably had no idea what was going on. I could tell from the bewildered look on her face as the train was soon filled with people, all of us heading to the same thrilling destination.

I guess you can understand how I felt when we finally did get to the London Excel only to find that we couldn’t leave the station because the line was generally that long. The line went from the station and stretched into the venue area, which wasn’t a short distance. I remember freaking out and gaping at the sheer amount of people. Not to mention all of their gorgeous outfits was just thrilling to see. I recall a group that all had different sets of sharingan contact lenses and I practically leaped at them telling them how lovely their cosplays were and how amazing I thought they were. There were people dressed as game characters, anime characters to cartoon characters, I remember a friend that came with me, her only purpose was to meet a Youtuber, and she was practically screaming in joy because she saw a boy dressed as Finn from ‘Adventure Time’. My Mother was also enjoying herself, she is an avid ‘Supernatural’ fan, and when she saw a man cosplaying as Castiel the Angel she nearly cried.

 

I think a Comic con convention is the only place where I can honestly say that the line was the most exhilarating part of the event, because I got to meet so many fantastic people that shared the same interests with me.

And, as the sun shined down pleasantly on all of us brave Comic con adventurers alike, I found my heart quickening and jumping up and down because I had finally made it. That was how I completed my first Journey to a Comic-con.

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Beneath Black Blood

Beneath Black Blood- Chapter 6. (End of Part 1)

Always forgive your enemies; nothing annoys them so much.

—Oscar Wilde—–

Chapter 6- Reunited Again

   Green is a damp, sad and sour colour. Constantly depressing, filling every corner of the room. A colour that hid violence but promised death. Again I saw green; again I saw that colour- that was strangely becoming significant- as I became suddenly conscious in ice cold water.

Three figures stood in that colours shadow, surrounded by others huddled and masked. Lab equipment and chemicals littered the tables whilst other machines lingered on the walls. Coils upon coils of wire draped around as hissing snakes, and dark shapes flitted around whispering for a soul.

In the epicentre of the room was a chair, it was electric wired, submerged in water, and currently attempting to kill its host. I was the host, the current unfortunate soul they were torturing. 

The chair was pulled upwards from the water container, slowly upwards towards the figures staring faces, leaking with its icy liquid as I came into contact with oxygen. They stared at me with similar expressions of disgust. It pleased me that all I could do was return a hearty grin.  They had brought me to this room and began torturing me, interrogating me, looking for answers. ‘Who are you?’, ‘What are you intentions?’ blah blah blah. The only question I could answer was my name. That was the only thing I knew.

One of the figures in the shadows scowled at me. It was the woman from before. The one with beautiful blonde hair and striking features, her eyes loathed me; they were almost as scary as Liz’s eyes- almost. She growled as she looked into my shaking figure, her rubber gloved fingers caressing my trembling cheek that was coursing with more than 20 volts.

The way she touched me, the way she looked at me, the way she hated me. It was so very intense. In the face of her anger I smiled at her simply because I wanted to antagonise her further.

She chuckled in response, but not in a nice way.

“So your happy, are you? Pleased with yourself after all you’ve done?” She spat at the ground behind her.

“Answer my questions.” She demanded. I almost cried, they’d been asking me questions over and over again, but how could I answer when I didn’t know the answers.

She wanted answers when I had no answers.

“Why are you here? What do you want?”

“Want?”

She gave me a baleful look, “Stop denying it, in this room we all know you’re a monster in human form.” she waved her arms to display the room (or what I’d call the torture chamber)

“We all know you’re up to something, we will not stop until we learn what it is and then under the code of Vengeance we will have you slaughtered in retribution for our fallen comrades.”

I scowled at her, so basically if I talked they would kill me, if I didn’t they would kill me. There was no reasoning with this woman.

“You’re one of the creatures at the centre of the human disaster. Our organisation, the HFA, have tried and failed to destroy your species many times, struggling to defend our borders against your kind. Even if you’re winning the war don’t think we will bow down to your kind and let you waltz into our borders. I personally have a vendetta against you.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I said honestly, but honesty only received a sharp slap from her gloved hand. A slap hard enough that my front tooth audibly snapped. Blood dribbled down from my mouth and she smirked again, continuing to speak again as if it hadn’t happened.

 “What species are you? A vampire? A ghoul? Perhaps some type of demon?”She interrogated. “I know this pain is nothing to you” she muttered bitterly as she watched my tooth visibly grow, healing itself, in front of her. “Our rising sea-levels, devastating pollution, and lack of resources. This current doomed world, is all due to damn monsters like you!!! All because you monsters created an atmosphere you could thrive in!!” She accused me, yet didn’t look at me, looking instead at the ceiling with a dazed expression.“Since the start humans were always being manipulated by you monsters, since the start!”

Her glazed expression went cold.

“Then there was 11.03.2389” she breathed, drinking in my now puzzled face.

“Do you really not know anything?” she purred, with her hands on her hips, her gaze empty.

No, not empty, insane.

“How can you not even have a conscience?” she asked“You look so human so perfectly human.” her hand began to stroke my cheek again.”Yet you aren’t your evil, bloody evil!!!’ she shrieked, exclaiming her words.  At the end of her sentence she drew a broad sword, it glowed strangely blue similar to all the weapons that I was helpless against, she spun it in her fingers. “May our brethren be avenged!!” she hissed

At that moment instead of fear I felt intense anger welling up inside, Every word she said was wrong. I felt it. Lies, lies lies!!!

As her sword point pricked my skin…

There was an explosion with a BANG, which pushed my torturers back. Ripping open the wall behind me. Creating a massive shock wave that made my ears ring. Startling sunlight erupted in to the gloomy room and everyone’s mouths hung in awe as purple flames licked the cindering hole  that had been created. Pressure constricted the air as purple radiating ripples travelled through. Making the it unbelievably hot, like coughing up volcanic ash. 

A man appeared silhouetted in the light. He beheld sinister blue eyes and wavy green and purple hair. His skin was pale but even from a distance I could feel the heat that emitted off him. He radiated warmth, a soft tone, natural and unique. Just by staring at him I felt a rush, I felt a sense of familiarity. I felt relief.

He held a skateboard in his left hand; he was dressed like a DJ and had earphones around his neck, buoyant colour’s lit around him with his vibrant clothes as he leaped onto his skateboard made of purple flames.

He giggled, his lips twisting to shape his light laughs.

“Hello.” he proclaimed, “And goodbye.” he laughed. Disappearing from where he stood and appearing behind me and grabbing my arm in a soft patter of steps. Moving faster then light whilst surrounded by the purple flowing flames which emitted around him as persistent followers.

“Told you I’d save you Mex.” he said as he ripped my bonds. It was him, my light and darkness; I could forget the world but not him. The moment I looked at him I felt a rush. How could I ever forget my best friend?

“Thought you lost me Mex.” he cackled while he wrapped me in purple flames and we vanished in his trail of light.      

Chapter 6 signifies the end of Part 1!!!

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Beneath Black Blood

Beneath Black Blood – Chapter 5

After all the hope and despair,

Through toil and fear.

May there be love in our hearts

———-Alexia Barrett————

Chapter 5- Bleak
I woke up inside a cell. A grey bleak box made out of steel, the only exit was a heavily fortified steel door. I was wrapped in a type of straight jacket that was bright blue in colour. It felt like these chains were sucking out my energy bit by bit.

Eventually after a while of sitting there in the silence, judgement came in human form.

The soldiers, dragged me from the box, or cell – depending on what you thought of it- leading me to a darker grey corridor, surrounded by locked doors on either side.

The air was stale and my chains rattled angrily in the silence; an alarm, screaming with every misguided step I took.

Saddening my heart, the sudden emotion of melancholy reminding me of a song I once heard. It was a random and unhelpful memory. I could recall being outside on a dazzling beach. Someone, someone I cared about, was singing a song. A song sang to me sweetly. A song that had no discernible words, no meaning, a disparity in its sound discerning right from wrong. A song which had brought me to my knees, made cry and smile. It was a sweet memory, however the more I remembered the more an aching pain formed in my head.

Why can’t I remember more?

The world works in cruel ways, doesn’t it?

Frustrated tears began to run down my face as I stared vacantly at the ground. Inwardly searching my own soul for some sought of meaning or worth.

“Why me?” I whispered, “Why me?”

The officer at the front turned towards me, I recognized him, it was the boy who had helped me as I lay injured in that frozen wasteland but something was different from before. This time he didn’t seem as friendly.

“Why you?” he said

“I wonder, Why you as well? Who are you? What right do you have to barge in here and kill our people!!? Yes I also wonder why you.” he snarled. The way he said it, mocking me, making me want to punch him. He had a look in his eyes that didn’t hide his hatred, yet at the same time pitied me. He looked down at me like he wanted to beat me and give me a hug. I felt tense around him, an emotion of neither dislike or like. The truth was I didn’t know what to think of him, and it was putting my nerves on edge. I wanted to make him disappear.

For the first time I was glad they had chained me, I wasn’t sure how long I could hold it together before I forgot my sanity.

These chains were hard on my ankles and arms, biting into my skin with their cold metal.

Restraining me.

They rattled with every step I took, the sound making me realise.

Realise my stupidity

Realise my arrogance

Realise the reality of my situation.

I was held prisoner by strange people, I had amnesia, I have strange abilities or powers, I killed quite a few of their soldiers before and so it was likely these people weren’t happy. Yep. I am thoroughly screwed.

All I wanted was an answer, but I wasn’t being given the chance to get any. These people didn’t want to give me the chance.

I could hear what they were thinking. This was one of my abilities that I discovered, like just by being around people I could feel their thoughts, and hear the whispers of their minds- I couldn’t turn it off.  

From their thoughts I knew they were taking me to place where I should never return.

The officer on my right wanted to kill me.

The officer on my left didn’t understand what was so scary about a kid like me.

And the officer, that boy, leading them, couldn’t even look at me.

Did they want to kill me?

 

No!

 

They wanted me to disappear. I wasn’t human. I wasn’t the same species as them. I was a threat that was what they were thinking.

Every cell in my body was telling me to run, run fast and hard,but I obviously couldn’t because of those damn chains. But, the thought of running also made me sick. I wasn’t a coward. It was too late anyway, even if I wanted to run. It’s very late.

We had already passed all the other doors in the long grey corridor. They were leading me to a dead end, where a hidden path seemed set in the ground.

I tried to turn away at the last minute, but their polished guns were glinting at me wherever I looked.

I turned back to that boy, the leading soldier,

“Hey, you’re not taking me there are you? That place doesn’t feel right, so where are you taking me?” I asked anxiously.

 

Nothing

 

The original knot of fear in my gut began to grow.

“So you’re the silent type I’m guessing” I joked.

 

But still nothing.

 

“This may be the wrong time, but I wanted to thank you” his eyes turned towards me- so he had been listening. “For saving me before, so thank you.”

The other officers around him faltered, and the air seemed to get denser for a second.

“I think you’ve got it wrong; I’ve never saved you.” there was a dangerous look in his eyes.

We had now suddenly stopped and I felt all their eyes on me,

“Ummm, you may have not recognized me but, I was the guy you picked up in the earlier. You were with that girl with the annoying scream and that lady with blonde hair…”

I was cut off as he knocked me down to the rough chill floor.

His wavy brown hair falling over his head in a deranged fashion as he began kicking me, again and again in the stomach.

“Oi Timothy.” said one of his men uneasily, but it was such a half-hearted comment it was barely heard.

“Shut up, Shut up, and Shut up!” Timothy screamed. “Nobody asked you to speak, you piece of trash. That was two weeks ago, you’re not that corpse we saved. You were there weren’t you. You probably killed that poor person! Do you think you’re not gonna get punished for your actions? Damn monsters like you making up lies!!! I would never intentionally help your fucking kind!.”

His eyes shone with unrestrained fury, as he kicked me harder, blood spilling from my open mouth as I gasped. Splattering it all over his black uniform. I felt my ribs cracking underneath his boots heels, but worst of all I felt helpless. His other companions stood by with hollow expressions in their eyes, not preventing his cruelty.

“I only… wanted to talk…. And… It was me… I swear…I’m sorry…I didn’t mean to kill your soldiers…I panicked” I mumbled in-between breaths, my lungs desperately failing me, my broken body bleeding out. I couldn’t feel anything anymore, instead of being powerful, I was weak.

 

It was him.

That boy- for some reason I didn’t defend myself against him. I felt responsible for him, making me unable to even argue against him. He made me feel like I deserved the punishment he was giving me.

There was something about him that drained my strength.

Something?

Something!

Timothy’s hand grabbed my head and lifted it to his own; his dark green eyes mirrored the insanity in Liz’s.

“I don’t understand, I don’t understand you at all.” he said, his eyes shiny with what, what could have been tears. “Why does Tia want you alive, after everything you’ve done?” he shouted at me,

Just by looking at him I could sense his distraught emotions, see each muscle in his body contorting. The whole world had suddenly switched into a higher definition as he hit me harder. My every sense flaring. I felt another ability awakening.

It wasn’t normal that through my eyes, I saw everything that made him, I could see his spirit, his lifespan; see his aggression, his savagery, his depression, and his happiness. There wasn’t a single part of his anatomy I couldn’t see in one glance. And every part loathed me to pieces.

 I wasn’t frightened though, the original fear that had penetrated my soul, leaving me vulnerable, petrified like stone. Had miraculously disappeared.

I was calm, a slight euphoria was around my body, and it radiated confidence.

He noticed the calm expression on my face, “You don’t even care do you?” he dropped me to the ground, and slowly slid down to his knees as he leaned on the wall opposite. “Just what are you?…Damn Abyss creatures…I wish you would all disappear”  

He might as well have been murmuring. I couldn’t hear clearly anymore, the light was disappearing from the room. And the last thing I properly saw before I lost consciousness were those terrifying green eyes.

Here is the long-awaited Chapter 5 of Beneath Black Blood!!!! Chapter 6 will be posted right after this!!! So stay tuned!!!

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