Contradicting Worlds 17 The Fallen Star

PRIDE MAKES MY adrenaline pumps faster and fill my veins. I cut limbs, decapitates, kill and maim but they never stop coming and it is making me frustrated.

I can almost feel exhaustion weighing me down, making my head swim and float a few times before I regain my composure once again. I almost got killed many times and thank all the G.o.ds for my teammates because I would never have lasted this long if not for them even though I can see that some of them are just as tired as I am.

Things are turning bloodier every second. We are falling apart faster than them for the fact that they were past their transforming stage, suddenly I just want to run into the castle and face the director upfront but I am not that idiot to do that, unfortunately.

I thought the Warriors were getting bigger in number but it was just us turning smaller in number. I came back-to-back with Ila. I whisper to her, "Got a plan about how we are going to get out of here?"

"My ideas are just as much as yours as of the moment." She gritted out while she sent a couple of warriors flying a hundred feet from us.

I am running out of option, I can't just keep swinging my sword here when obviously I could do better. I clench my jaw so tight I am afraid that I might have broken them. "Cover me."

"What?"

"I said, cover me." Then I start to run towards the creepy fountain where Raven is no longer standing. I heard Ila shout over a couple of hours to cover me. I didn't have much of a trouble reaching the fountain, I haven't formed any idea of what I am going to do until I got up there and saw them fighting to death.

Oh ghad, I am seriously utterly crazy.

I stood below the fountain, shutting my eyes and the rest of the world around me. I focus on the soft hum of the battle cry, of the swords clanging and banging at each other, of the scream of their agonies, the whimper of their pains and something unthinkable happens. In the spur of the moment, even with my eyes close, I can see clearer than ever. I can see their beads of sweat, I can see blood dripping all over their bodies, and most importantly I can see through them. I can see what's inside each of them.

That's when I taste it. That sweet bitterness of their fears resting on the tip of my tongue. Sadly, their fear isn't us or on us, whatever. They don't fear dying, they don't fear us nor this battle but what I want is that they fear what they don't fear.

A cry of charging makes my eyes snap open. My arm instantly shot out to my side as a throat came in contact with it. I grip the throat with my hand, my finger digging into its flesh, certainly drawing blood. I slowly turn my head to face my opponent.

And the idiot makes the biggest mistake of looking straight into my eyes. Her hands try to rip my hand away but I am stronger, my grip tightens around her neck. She gasps under my grasp but I know that it is not for that reason because as I let her go, she falls on her a.s.s and looking at me with terrified eyes.

She put a hand on her chest as she struggles to breathe. She is letting the fear that I have put inside her control her, she's letting it control her but actually, the more she fights it the more she will struggle. And the more she struggles the more it will gain control.

As if on cue, she takes one last gasp of air before her body drops dead completely to the ground. I avert my attention to the war that's happening in front of me. Most of them look at me with scared eyes even my teammates but I don't care because right now I feel more full of energy than ever as they fear to feed me.

They said your fear will kill you so some did their best to kill their fear first before it got to them but unfortunately when I became your enemy you wouldn't stand a chance because I am a living fear. And I tell you it is hard to kill your fear when your fear fights back.

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Surprise or fright can still be seen from the faces of my few colleagues but at least if it bothers them they don't show it. While their faces look bone-tired my energy kept coming up, getting higher and higher to the point it should have driven me insane except that it all went to my adrenaline and senses making them sharper.

I feel like there's an invisible s.h.i.+eld protecting me from our enemies. Every time they make their way towards me they immediately crumble to the ground. Thank all the G.o.ds for they are way past their transformation phase that they are not thinking clearly, all they do is charge while screaming. Seriously, why do they have to scream while charging? It is starting to irritate my ears.

Another warrior attempted to make her way to me unfortunately she looks at me in the eyes. She stops in her tracks and fall to the ground with a loud thud.

I heard someone shout my name as I turn around just in time to be face to face with a very mad warrior.

For a second, the fight seemed to cease and it seems like everyone was watching us, the screaming stops, the cries of the unfortunate ones come to an end and I found myself not caring about any of them really because right now all I see is my best friend, standing before me, her back was to me. I can't see her but the way she was sagging on her feet made me realize that something us wrong. Then she starts to fall. I instantly snap in action. She drops in my arms, heavier than she should be.

The world stops momentarily as I take in her appearnace. Her mouth is spouting blood. Her eyes are glistening with tears as she puts up a sad smile at me. It takes me a moment to process what happened until I saw the knife buried deep inside her chest. It dawns on me that she has taken the knife that was meant for me. She saved me.

I choke up to the tears as her hand moves to cup my cheek. "Mica, what did you do?" My voice came out rough and forced because I don't really know what to do right now.

"I saved you," her hand brushes the tears that I didn't know was falling.

"Why?" I croak out.

"Because you are important to me," she said. And I finally let the flood gates completely open. "D-don't c-cry." I can tell that she is having trouble breathing as her chest move up and down heavily.

"Shhh...we will get out of here. I promise." I look away from her face to search for something I don't even know.

"I-I h-hate to say t-this," her voice quivers causing me to hug her tighter.

"Then don't. Please don't speak anymore."I turn to her again and she caresses the back of my head just like she used to do when I am sick.

"B-but I hhave to. I am r-running out o-of t-time."

"No!" I below. I pull away from her and it is now my turn to cup her face. "We promised each other right? We are going to get off here together. Together. And that doesn't involve you being lifeless in my arms you get that? Just wait, I will think...there's...uhm..there's...." I can't think properly and I start to fidget on something. She is no longer caressing my hair, she's gripping my hand now and I close my eyes because I don't think I can bear to see her like this.

"Look at me," she said weakly. With all my will power, I did as she said. "T-the d-dove...s-speaks...to...you.."

"What?" But as I said that, her chest heaves and she takes one handful of air that never went out from her nose or mouth. It got stuck in her as her hand fall limply beside her and her eyes stare blankly over my head. The scene knocks air out of my lungs. "No, no, no. No. You can't leave me. You can't do this Mica. Micaela, please. Look at me, Mica." I turn her head to look at me but it just sags sideways. I let out a wail. "No, not there. Here. In my eyes. Please. Look at me, Mica." I get her now cold hand and press it on my face. "I am here. Please. Look at me, Mica." I lose hold of her hand and cradle her at me and I cry.

A wave of deja vu hit me. Once again, I am back in the forest but this time it is not only Chels but Mica is also here. They are lying on the gra.s.s and here I am feeling helpless and angry for the fact that I can't do anything. You know, it hurts, it hurts so much that I can save other people but not the ones who are dear to me.

I don't know how long I have been crying there but when I look up, I notice that the fight has stopped. Not in a good way though, because The Head is now standing a few feet away from me, she's looking at me intently as if she is calculating what I would do next, the sight itself made something twitch inside me. My other colleagues are either kneeling down or writhing in the arms of the warriors including Raven.

My chest moves up and down in tune to my boiling blood. I look at Mica again, I close her eyes with trembling hand, leaning in to kiss her on her forehead. She looks peaceful as if she's just sleeping. I wish, really wish, that she would open her eyes and tell me it's alright but I know better than to ask for a hopeless wish.

I set her down gently, smoothing her wrinkled clothes.

I stand up and was surprised that my feet could even support me right now after all that has happened. I start walking towards them while absently looking at the ground. I hear shuffle and s.h.i.+fts of feet so I know that they are pointing their weapon to me right now. I bite my lower lip to stifle a smile because I can sense their fear, I can practically taste it. I run my tongue over my lips to relish the sensation running inside me.

My gaze turns toward the black lifeless sky, silently comparing my life to it. I hear stomps of feet around me, I glance at them sideways and sure enough, they are circling me.

My attention snaps back to the condemned woman standing just a few meters shy away from me right now. And my anger return anew.

I draw my sword out and I tighten my grip to it. I almost laugh at the way they s.h.i.+ft uncomfortably. I know that they must've sensed the change in my demeanour. Because right now, I am not Ellie, I am not an exile nor am I a member of the defiance. But I am The Black Hunter who wants nothing but to be fed with their fears.

They s.h.i.+ft their stance but I am not going to fight them with my sword so their serious faces were replaced with shock when I let go of my sword. The object drop with a clang on the ground. The condemned b**** narrows her eyes at me and I narrow back, playing with her. The grief I am feeling is making me crazy.

As if a screw starts turning. My memory went back to Mica getting the knife for me, her lying in my arm, her saying that I am important to her, and her staring lifelessly in nothingness.

The surge of anger is flowing faster than my grief. My fingers curl into a fist in my sides. I look at the ground then back to them with heated eyes. "I. Will. Kill. You. All."

With an anguished cry, I release it all, the hatred, the pain, the grief, the sadness, the fact that I am alone again, I let it all go, let it leave me raw and empty and full at the same time.

I haven't had any idea that it would be this satisfying to let it all out. To just let the pain that you are feeling consume you. Screaming helps, it makes my chest ache and tightens and the tears that were threatening to come out earlier came out now.

I will make them fear not death but me. They will fear me and it will consume them more than this power eats me alive. It will turn them into cowards and they shall be reduced into ashes.

As I continue to release it all, my knees buckle under me. I look up at the sky and somehow it turns blacker matching the black aura circling my heart and my emotion.

I scream and scream, wanting nothing but for all of this to end and to go away. This emotion that keeps on coming back. The dejavu that is on repeat. This sensation that have me sitting on the edge. I hate this. I hate feeling this. I hate them all.

Suddenly, the memories of Chelssey and Mica play in my mind. I hadn't realized that I was crying until I taste the salty water in my lips.

A wail that wasn't my own return me back to reality. My gaze turns towards my mates who are staring at me like they haven't seen me before. And then I saw Raven, his eyes are filled with concern and hatred. Then that was the last thing I saw before I fell into a deep void.