8 March 2013
"He should've been back two hours ago." Jordan growled, pacing around the camp. Flynn ran a hand through his dark hair nervously. "What do you say we do then?" Jordan clenched his fists. "The others arrive in two days. I can't wait that long." He stared in the distance, a tiny silhouette of his horse grazed in the field, empty saddle, no trace of Wilbur. Jordan's hands shook. "I need to get her. And Wilbur." "No, we gotta wait here man. It's not safe." "Neither is Roslyn, or Wilbur." Jordan muttered, staring at his trembling hands. Flynn sighed, looking up at the sky. "I'd say it's... Five now.." He said. Jordan didn't pat attention. A little paper airplane drifted toward him. He caught it in his fist, unfolding it. The writing was smudged with red. Jordan studied the scribbles, staring for a moment. Flynn watched him, eyes wide. Jordan's knees gave out. "Stabbed. Locked. Roslyn. Turned. Mad. Help." It said. "Jordan..." Flynn said. Jordan hardly heard Flynn. His rage swelled. His eyes went entirely black. No whites. Full demonic eyes. This hadn't happened since he was ten. He let out a howl of anger. Flynn approached him slowly. "Jordan..." Jordan knocked him out of the way. He landed a few feet away, gasping. He yelled, leaping, fazing into a big black wolf, pinning Jordan to the ground, snarling, baring his teeth. Jordan growled, breathing heavily. Wolf Flynn remained there until his eyes were white, with black pupils and irises. Slowly, the wolf backed away behind the little shack. There was a small noise, Flynn fazed back. Wilbur drew a pile of clothes and spare armor behind it, Flynn tears up his clothes when transforming. Jordan breathed, practically choking on the oxygen, laying on the ground, as a tear rolled down his face. His beloved was gone. She was a demon.
*** Wilbur laid on the cold stone floor gasping, soaked in sweat. Roslyn was in the cell beside him, bars separated the two. She had her hands tangled in her hair, sobbing. He watched her, wincing from time to time. He crawled over to him. He stared at her, her silver eyes glimmered. Like Jordan's. Some humanity remained. She was fighting it. He smiled. She struggled to smile back, tears soaking her face. "Wilbur I have no control. I just.. I'm so sorry. I'm crazy. Tamar just, he made me drink it." He hands shook. "It's okay." He said. "That needs to come out." She said, eyeing the dagger. He shook his head. "You'll die." He slowly made his way to the bars, leaning against them. She ripped the hem of her dress, setting the long strip of material aside, gripping the dagger. "Ready?" "Mm." "One two.." She yanked, Wilbur let out a bloodcurdling scream of agony. Roslyn stared at the hole where his ribs were. Her hands were soaked in his blood. "Paper." He groaned. She frowned. "I need paper. Draw." He whispered, face dug into the floor. He watched her demon side come back. She screamed, nails dug in her temples. "She hurts." Roslyn said. Watching her eyes flush with inky black, he carefully reached for the strip of material from her side of the bars. "Who? Who's her?" "The demon. Mine. Inside." She sobbed, rocking back and forth. Wilbur flopped onto his back, staring at the ceiling. "Jordan... Where are you..." He grumbled.
Discovered. ~24~ • Opuss № I