19 September 2012
~Lilian~
Blood. Blood everywhere. I can smell it. I can feel it. I can see it.
Where's Aaron? I have to find him. Why is everything so red?
I ran to a corner and dropped down in despair. I can hear it, the scream of hundreds of villagers. Is it our time already? I cradled my face on my knee, clasping my ears shut, while facing to the wall. I shivered at the cold splash of something wet on my back. Blood.
"My son! No, please, anything but my son! take me instead! Please!" a woman's voice begged. I can hear a sob in her voice. As I heard the sickening snap of a joint, I felt a violent kick on my side, sending me straight to the wall beside me headfirst. I felt a crack on my head and fell to the ground. The ground was a pool of blood. My head spun and my vision blurred. Is it time for me to leave already?
I saw the man who kicked me leave while laughing maniacally. As my vision started to fade, I saw a silhouette of a boy running to my direction.
"Lily! Lily! Please wake up!" I heard the boy shout. He kneeled beside me and cradled me with his arms. I smiled.
"Aaron," I managed in a weak voice. I lifted my hand and touched his face. But then my eyes widen in horror as I saw a man covered in blood approach us. Those aren't his blood. I caught a glimpse of his twisted smile as he lifted a gun towards Aaron's head.
"No!" I quickly pulled Aaron's head down towards my chest, causing the bullet to miss. The man didn't look pleased. He approached us, dragging his gun along the way. As he got closer, I realized that he was holding a rifle covered with blood. As he realized what was going on, I felt Aaron's muscles tense. He picked me up and ran as fast as he could towards the village borders. My vision faded as he slowed down and I felt like I could faint anytime now.
BANG! My eyes snapped open as Aaron fell to his knees. He was still carrying me and his hands clutched on my arm tightly.
"Aaron, did you get shot?" I asked urgently, my conciousness clearly wide awake. He dropped me to the ground gently, as I stared at his face. Drops of sweat starts to form on his already bloody forehead. As he fell to the area beside me, he smiled reassuringly and closed his eyes. I watch as the man who shot him get away, satisfied.
"Sorry....." his voice trailed off as his grip on my hand loosened. I got up suddenly, not caring about the aching in my head. I stared at Aaron in shock. His body was limp and his breathing slowed down rapidly. I looked at the pool of blood around his body. He had been shot in the stomach, and he's losing blood. A lot of blood.
"Aaron..." I quietly called out to him, gripping his hand. His eyes were shut tight and his body was limp. His breathing stopped.
No. No. No. Not Aaron. Not my Aaron. Please, anything but him. Please, if god exists, please bring him back to me
"Aaron?" I called out again, louder. There was no response.
I felt a drop of raindrop touch my head. Soon, it was raining hard. Then I felt something trickle down my cheek. Are those tears, or raindrops? I felt the world around me blur, as the screaming of the villagers fade. My vision blacked out leaving only Aaron in my sight.
This can't be happening for real, right? Aaron can't be dead. He just can't! He's the only one left. He's the only one who cared for me. He was the only one that mattered...
"Aaron," I sobbed, putting his hand on my forehead.
"Please come back," I begged, "Please." I cried out to Aaron. I sat there looking at him. I was a sobbing mess and he's a bloody mess.
"Aaron Chevelier, huh?" I heard a man's voice. My eyes scanned around the forest surrounding us, as I hugged Aaron protectively.
"Is he your friend, young missy?" I suddenly felt a tap on my shoulder. I dropped Aaron, as I quickly picked up a branch and held it while protectively standing in front of Aaron. I am not letting him get hurt again. I glared at the man with my blue eyes. He was holding a gigantic scythe.
"Don't worry, I'm not gonna hurt him. He's already dead anyways," the man said jokingly.
"No! He's not dead yet!"
"Yes he is. But he'll come back if you could learn this tiny ritual," he smiled.
"What ritual?"
"First tell me, what would you do to bring him back?"
"Anything." I said simply
"Fine then," the man chuckled. He raised his scythe and thrusted its hilt into the ground. His face turned into a sickening grin.
"Then I'll give you a present. A curse. The curse of the undead," He raised his voice. A magic circle surrounded me and Aaron, and glowed bright red. Suddenly I felt my neck burn hot. I touched my neck frantically, but there was no fire. I looked at the man in horror. Who is this man?
I screamed in pain as the heat spread across my body. I held my neck and bit my lip. Soon I was on the ground crouching in a fetal position. The crack on my skull felt as if a spear was piercing it. I heard another ear splitting scream pierce through the air, finally realizing it was mine. I felt the pain on the already wounded parts of my body multiply. My senses sharpened and even the grass on the ground felt like sharp blades throughout my body.
"This curse is gonna give him life. A normal life, and a normal body. As if he never died. But in exchange it will give you a little touch of death. Your heart will no longer beat and your warmth will be taken. You'll turn just like us. Just like us soul reapers!" the man laughed, as I tried to hold in a scream. A wide sinister grin spread across his face.
"Well then, goodbye!" He said as he walked away towards the darkness.
"Wait!" I managed in between the pain. He stopped and turned around to face me, and smiled.
"What? Do you regret it? Do you regret ever agreeing to the ritual?" he asked, evilly laughing.
"No! I don't! I just want say-" I choked on a scream and felt the rush of pain again. I felt a wide grin spread across my face, "Thank you."
The man looked at me surprised, but then smiled at me kindly for the first time, "Your welcome." he said as he faded to the darkness.
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