Angela.
His hands underneath mine gives much needed courage to walk through the dreary cetery.
An owl hoots sowhere in the distance, causing to jerk.
Suddenly, his hands tighten on mine. I look up at him, trying to make out his features in the darkness.
"What is it?" I ask him.
His warm hand covers my mouth.
"What is going on?" I ask, his palm burying my voice.
He pulls against the hard planes of his body and holds still.
Perspiration starts beading at my forehead despite the chill of the night.
My heart thumps violently around my ribcage as I contemplate my current situation.
His chest heaves violently behind , his breath burrowing into my hair.
I can feel the heat of his body through the fabrics between us.
"Who's there?" He calls out into the silent night.
I close my eyes, trying to listen for the sounds of another's presence.
All I hear is silence.
His grip on my mouth tightens, pulling closer against him.
A scream burns at the back of my throat.
What is going on?
Then, a blade touches the base of my neck.
My head starts feeling light, my sight strained.
A shadow stands before .
"Let her go. Follow us quietly." The voice says.
I can't make out the gender because the voice is muffled by fabric. The person seems to be wearing a hood.
The knife presses deeper into my skin. I feel warm liquid slide down my neck and in between my breasts through my shirt.
I gasp against the firm hand.
He leans by my ear and whispers, "Run!"
My brain doesn't make sense of the words imdiately.
I blink furiously. All I can feel is the warm caress of his breath near my ear.
Then, he shoves away.
I stagger forward, flailing my arms to prevent myself from falling.
The hooded figure turns toward and I catch a glimpse of his or eyes. They're gold - unlike anything I've ever seen.
And on top of that, they're shaped like swords - bright, flaming swords.
I freeze at the spot, unable to move.
My hands and legs feel heavy and limp, as if all my nerves have been clipped expertly.
The figure is alone.
Those eyes - they're familiar, but I can't place them anywhere.
She walks towards .
"It's you want. Leave her alone."
The person doesn't cease the pursuit.
When she reaches , she grabs by my hair and yanks up.
I scream as my scalp drags.
White- hot pain tears through , blurring my vision further.
Then, cold tal rests at the base of my throat once more.
"No one is supposed to know about our mission. All witnesses must be eliminated." Is all the muffled voice says.
Furuno rushes forward, although I can barely make out his movents in the darkness. Cold wind gushes against my face.
Her power seems to have no sway over him.
He reaches her and knocks her off her feet.
The grip on my hair falls away instantly.
I fall flat on my face, drawing in heavy breaths.
I can make out two figures rolling on the grass between two tombstones but can't tell who is who.
I scramble backwards. With each movent, my hands sink into the soft soil and pack dirt in between my fingers.
My back bumps into a broken headstone.
An idea pops into my head - I could use it to knock the villain out.
I pick up the heavy stone, then freeze mid-way.
It's wrong - what I'm about to do.
But she wants to kill , I remind myself.
I take in a long breath and pick up the stone. The rough edges of the stone bruises my fingers.
I move to where they are.
The hooded figure is on top. I catch a wisp of long blonde hair - the hood must have fallen away.
Offering a prayer up, I smash the heavy rock into the side of her head.
She falls to the ground with a loud thud.
The stone slips out of my nerveless fingers.
Furuno rises up slowly, cursing underneath his breath.
"Is she still alive?" Is all he asks.
His voice is hoarse.
I scramble to where she is and search for any sign of life. I run my hands over her wrists, searching for a pulse.
Then, she grabs with her other hand. A gasp tears from my parted lips.
Her knees connect with my side, sending crashing on the ground.
She reaches for the blade a few feet away from her.
Despite the fresh pain gnawing at , I reach for the knife as well.
I crawl through the grass, pulling so roots out in my wake.
Having the higher advantage, she reaches it before .
"Furuno!" I manage to cry out.
I hear him move.
She whacks with the back of her palm. My head lands on the ground from impact.
Everywhere hurts. My cheeks sting.
I just lie there, panting.
Tears burn behind my eyes as she straddles . The knife grazes the skin of my throat.
I wriggle violently beneath her.
When I glance at Furuno, I notice that he is unmoving.
"Furuno!" I yell harder.
I clasp the hilt of the knife and push it away from my skin with all the strength I have left.
"Die already, bitch!" She mumbles.
Her voice is clear now, though still unfamiliar.
We struggle with the knife.
Her eyes glow brighter. I imdiately squint my eyes shut, refusing to stare into those paralyzing depths.
I keep fighting the inevitable with everything I have.
She starts growing weaker, her strength depleting as well.
I bite my lower lip and shove her off.
She falls off, cradling the knife like a prayerbook.
I catch the glint of steel in the dim night and reach for it.
She attempts to rise up, but I press a knee to her chest, holding her down.
"Don't you see?" She murmurs, breathless.
She laughs out loud, mocking and sarcastic. The sound reminds of the scraping of tal against tal noise that usually welcos to the cafeteria.
I smash my balled fist into her face. Sothing snaps - either my hand or her jawbone.
She spits out the blood pooling in her mouth, her body still vibrating with laughter.
"You can't help him. The sa way you couldn't help your brother. This is his destiny." She whispers, her teeth stained with blood.
Hot blood roars in my head. My whole body begins trembling. My eyes burn with the urgency to see blood.
Sothing snaps and I peel the knife away from her fingers and stab her neck with it.
I keep stabbing her, disfiguring her body as I ride the high of my fury.
"You had no right to take my brother away from !" I yell at her.
She's dead, but I refuse to stop.
Her blood splashes on my face and uniform as the blades sinks in and out of her flesh.
Hot tears stream down my cheeks.
Warm arms close around from behind, peeling the knife away from my bloody hands.
He tosses the knife a good distance away, muttering soothing things in a language I don't understand.
A sob tears through , violent, raking through my whole body.
My arms go limp, hanging at my sides with reckless abandon.
He smooths my hair.
"I killed her." I mutter.
The words sound foreign on my tongue - as if I'm telling the tale of so movie I watched.
"You didn't. I did." He says.
More tears roll out. "Huh? I just killed her. Didn't you see?" My voice is hoarse and cracked.
"Shh." He pets my hair.
"You saved my life - you did nothing wrong." He wipes my eyes with the pad of his thumb. "Just go to your room. I'll take care of this.
I glance down at the lifeless body in front of .
It starts sinking in - I did it.
He keeps smoothing my hair. The only thing that betrays his calm facade is his heartbeat raging behind and his trembling fingers threading through my hair.
"I'm not leaving you."
I harden my jaw.
He stills completely.
"It's dangerous out here. Soone could see us."
He gently pulls away from the body and on my feet.
"Keep your head down as you walk to your room. Don't talk to anybody on your way there. I'll see you as soon as I'm able to."
"But what about-" I start to protest.
He places a finger on my lips.
"Tell no one. Not a single soul - this is our secret."
I nod in acquiescence and his finger falls away from my lips.
He turns away and crouches down by the body.
I lean over to get a better glimpse at his actions.
He dips his hands into the inner pockets of her cloak, turning them out. In one of them he finds a small key.
He stuffs it into his pockets and continues his search.
He even dips a few fingers between her breasts in case sothing might be hidden there.
He fishes out a piece of paper.
"The light." He holds out a palm.
Oh. His phone.
I fish for it inside the pocket of my sweater. A spiderweb of cracks adorn the screen. The phone cos alive at the third attempt.
Sothing stirs in the darkness.
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