OBSCURED LIGHT

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by ATINWritersClub

by ATINWritersClub

#MicroStory No. 3

Obscured Light
by katagaatkatha

"Revenge will not change what happened." Finn convinced Twain with a stern voice.

Twain was the sunshine of the brotherhood. Or at least before things became grey. His amber eyes turned lifeless black, his dazzling smile turned dull, and his radiant skin turned pale.

"We would not want the things that we fight for into nothing and you into ashes, " Trace stood up and said worriedly.

"You are the leader of the brotherhood. You can do anything with your connections and power." Twain said confidently.

"You are digging your own grave!" Finn raised his voice.

Anger consumed Twain. He was at the point of no return. He stared blankly and then smirked at Finn.

"If that is the only way I can avenge Diana's death, then it would not be a fuss to dig my own grave."

"You do not know what you are talking about!"

"You have never experienced love. You won't understand a thing," Twain's grin turned into a hardened expression.

Finn's vision dimmed with anger. His ocean blue eyes transformed into silvery hues. His hair turned blonde. He grabbed Twain's collar and fiercely looked at him.

"I have lived in this world long enough!" Finn shouted as his grip tightened in Twain's collar. The veins in his paper skin almost burst.

Twain laughed wickedly. He doesn't care if Finn's fist will land on his face.

"Stop! Both of you! We are not enemies here!" Adam yelled at the two men glaring at each other. Trace and Iver grab hold of them.

Silence reigned over the hideout.

Finn loosened his turtle neck collar as he caught his breath while Trace patted his back. Adam pushed Twain to the metal chair resting on the left side of the work table where Iver is seated.

The world was strange since Diana's demise. The âmes damnées' greed was at fault that the mortal lovers' story ended as a tragedy.

"If you do not want to help me out, then at least don't stop me," Twain pleaded.

"This is our battle too. Don't do anything by yourself from now on. Let us fight them fair and square," Finn stops walking to and fro.

"They thought mortals were weaklings. Well, I am not now. I will give them the taste of their own medicine," Twain clenched his fists as his lifeless eyes radiate flame red hues. He grimaced as his long, sharp fangs appeared.

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