Magical Realm

Prologue

"The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends and where the other begins?"
-Edgar Allan Poe

Magical Realm

-Prologue-

I was murdered.

Once.

In a dark alley, where the street lights didn't pour it's stream of dim light, where long shadows loom over the hard concrete, coating each object with it's dark silhouette, I was stabbed.

Five times.

My shriek of help was suppressed down my throat by his cold, firm hand. I was helpless, I was weak. My eyes stung with a salty substance, threatening to fall. My heart was pounding in my chest so hard, I was afraid it might break the rib cage that's keeping it imprisoned.

He was too strong, and hell I knew I was as good as dead carcasses.

He had his eyes covered with a dark mask, yet his midnight hair glimmered faintly in the dark. His hysterical laughter travelled in the frigid night air haunted me till this very day. He was mad, crazy even.

The street was empty already. It was long past midnight. The sound of a lone dog howling in the neighbouring area was heard. Nobody was roaming the streets anymore, nobody dared.

I was pushed roughly against the grim, molded brick wall behind me, with a cold hand cupped firmly on my mouth, and a knife stabbing in a steady pace at my abdomen, sending shots of fiery pain along the holes of wounded skin. Crimson blood slowly oozing out of my skin. I screamed, my lungs burning for air, my heart jumped in my throat, I was tortured. Never in a millisecond would I ever thought that my life would end like this.

The tearing of the skin on my abdomen caused an agonizing pain as the cold blade forced roughly time and time through my warm skin, shattering some ribs along the process. He laughed maniacally, enjoying the sight of where the blood drips on the hard concrete, forming a pool of blood.

The silence of the night was broken again as I let out a blood howling scream. The pain in my abdomen was scalding my skin, eating me away bit by bit, awakening all my senses in the cold night.

I felt the agonizing pain burn into the open wound on my abdomen. I whimpered, my throat was as dry as a desert, brushing against each other like sandpapers. The pain in the freshly opened wound was unbearable, suppressing any oxygen that came across. I couldn't breath, I'm dying. Darkness invaded my sight.

The chilly night air was filled with the heavy stench of metallic blood. My blood.

His laugh suddenly died out.

I felt his cold hand uncovered my mouth, travelled to the side of my cheeks. His cold breath sending shivers down my spine.

"You look so beautiful when you whimper ." He whispered near my ear in a low dangerous tone.

I was broken. Mentally and physically. Energy slowly drained out of my body, sucking the life out of me. The seething pain was getting worse by the minute, my body shivered, starting to finally lose grip of it. I felt as though life was literally draining out of me.

I tried to open my mouth, but that slight movement was snatching away a lot of energy in me.

"Shhh," he cooed ,"You'll be fine. "

His breath was cold, fresh and frosty like the North Pole. He was grinning, taking pleasure in my pain.

So how did it ever came that I'm still breathing? Shouldn't I be dead?

Why is the pain slowly withering away?

Some believed that death is just the beginning. I didn't want to find out the terrible truth.

For what awaits me was a nightmare, eating me away from the inside out like a parasite.

"You're one of the Broken Ones now." He whispered.

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Prologue by,

Chowderme