Forgotten past

44

Once again the darkness has taken its toll like an instruction manual in my brain.
I ran the bath tapping my fingers against the tub in angst. Shit I need something of Michaels.
I knew I had this power, I knew I was capable of returning to the past, I didn't know what the dark lord wanted me to do once I would cast the spell.

I mentally screamed to myself bracing myself to go out to the wreckage outside.

I unlock the door my first sight was Maddison heads being blown clean off. I ran down the stairs my dress cascading behind me with my hand clasped over my mouth.
"No no no" I couldn't help but whisper as I approach her body falling to the ground along with a headless mead. I look up to Michael whos face is smug and dripping with triumph.

I ran towards him taking his hand in mine frantically as he looks at me with confusion.
I slip off one of his rings and turn back around but Michael tugs the back of my dress.

"What do you think your doing!?"
I give him an empathic look before shaking my head and releasing myself of his grip running back to my room before any witches can get to me.

I lock my door once again the ring tight in my grasp and the bath full. I stop the water running before placing myself in the bath slowly.
My dress floats to the top as I rest my head on the edge of the tub.

Exhale. Inhale.
I chant my words carefully.
Tempus Infitum.

Words cannot describe the whirl wind that brewed in my soul I was transcended as I felt my soul jump into my own.

It was bright, no grey mist of an apocalypse.
The sky was blue the birds were chirping, I was sitting on a sidewalk opposed to a large house.
What was I doing here.

The yelling is what caught my attention I was struck by the sight of a young Michael. Tears stroking his face, as he walks out of the house opposite me distraught.
He is no right state of mind to notice the revving of the car approaching. It's like it all happened in slow motion I watch as he strides into the road but the car gets closer, I jump up to my feet running to Michael but the car hits him at a fast pace.

I watch him fall to the ground and the crimson begin to occur around him, but the revving of the engine doesn't stop I watch as a few feet in front of me it begins to reverse with all my might and power I Chanel my strength whisking Michael up in my arms his sobs drowning out the sounds of the car before us. I run dragging him along with me but I don't go back to the house.

Once I get him stead with my arm holding him up by the side he looks to me with so much puzzlement and pain.
"Please just trust me we have to go. RUN!" I yell as he nods we run behind the house through the head. Jumping over a fence with my help we land in another back yard.

"Come on Michael you can do this." I whisper to him as he struggles to run.
"How do you-."
"Come on."
We continue to run until we can't anymore collapsing into another street around the block.

Breathless I sit next to him tending to him as I take him under my shoulder. He looked so broken, not the antichrist I had known moments before.

"Why did you save me? I'm a monster."
How did I answer that question? Why had I just saved the antichrist? Why was I sent to do this?
I looked down at the ground until I noticed my bare arms... the scars had gone. I was no longer any property of a dark lord.

"My name is corelena. I'm here to save you."
Could this be my chance to have the Michael I'd always wanted?
His lip quivered as he continued to sob.
I scanned his body looking over the cuts and grazes covering his body. I took my hand up to his face but he flinched as I went to touch him.

"It's okay." I say before slowly grazing my thumb over the blood on his cheek.
"It's going to be okay." As the words left my mouth his head falls into my lap his floppy golden locks falling along with him.

I found myself staring down at him, wanting nothing more than this Michael right now. I had to hold myself back from playing with his hair.

His sobs lessened and his head finally lifted up looking into my eyes.
"How do you know my name."
"I know you Michael and I know who you are. I'm like you and I'm here to help you, you just have to trust me. No one out there is going to be merciful Michael."

"I-I trust you. You saved my life."
"Do you feel okay to walk? We have to get somewhere clean up those wounds okay?"
"I know a place." He says.
My eyebrows furrowed in doubt. But I nod in agreement. Standing up first I hold out my hand which he grabs into firmly. He guides me back to the street we were on before grimacing at the sight f blood on the road he looks away and takes me to the house next to the one he had been fleeting from.

"Here?"
He looks back to me dropping my hand.
"Yes." He opens the big gates as we enter the daunting house above me.
As soon as we enter the seemingly vacant place I felt the energy popping around me. So many souls so much darkness and dread filling the walls.

Before I can question the place Michael is heading up the stairs as I follow.
He reaches a big en suite as he slumps down on the floor grabbing onto his ribs.

I scatter my hands through the cabinet on the wall and run the tap.
"Where does it hurt Michael?"
I grab the rubbing alcohol and some cotton wool along with some wet paper towel before crouching down in front of him.

I watch as he shifts off his denim jacket, slowly lifting his bloodied shirt off revealing his bare torso.
He takes my hand placing it so my palm rest against the sit on his ribs as he seethes out in pain sucking in sharply.

"This is going to sting a little." I whisper as take the rubbing alcohol dabbing it on to the cotton and gently placing it on the wound. His head rolls back as he squints his eyes.

My other hand reaches for the wet paper towel
"Can you hold this on their for me?" He takes my position on his rib as I begin to remove the blood from his face. Wiping gently I feel his eyes never leave my face.

"Have we met?"
I stifle a laugh confining to tend to his face "not yet."
I feel his large hand cup mine which is amongst his cheek.
"Thank you" He chokes out.
I lock eyes with him my emotions flooding in watching his saddened eyes.

"MICHAEL!" A woman's voice boomed from downstairs.