Olympus Drive Book 3: According to Plan

Chapter 81

Axel

I charge again, and again he knocks me to the ground. Each time gets harder. Each time I'm in more pain. There's nothing but a high pitched ringing in my ears.

But I struggle on.

I flip the shield. I've found a way to deflect the bullets towards him. It doesn't necessarily hurt him, but he does have to take energy and time to blow them up or deflect them back at me. Which has left us with fourteen bullets we've been bouncing back and forth at each other while I'm still just trying to kick him, punch him, or do anything to break through the barrier of whining sound that keeps flipping me back. It's like all the sounds of the night, sirens, screams, and gunshots, are all wrapped around, whipping and screaming and bouncing back out only to return to their master again. It's the most horrible sound in the world.

I flip again, this time succeeding in kicking one of his legs, and when he stumbles I raise the shield to crack it against his skull.

But this time the force of light shoots into my chest, burning my shirt and boiling my skin. I feel skin and hot blood drip down my stomach as I struggle to stand up again and face him. Just one more time. Just one more time. Just keep going.

"Why are you doing this?" he shoves me down with the screaming sound, almost floating from the ground as he looms over me. I, bent, and bloodied, and broken, try to stand once more.

"Do I look like a man who wants to live?" I scoff, struggling, slowly, to my feet, only for him to push me back again. The cracks in his skin that the light shines through are now edged with black. Like the force of whatever he let loose inside him is slowly consuming him. "I'm trying pretty hard to die here, in case you hadn't noticed."

"You're about to get your wish," he glares at me, no pity no anger in those pure liquid black eyes. And he raises a hand, now fully consumed with light, to strike me down again.

I expect to feel pain when it comes but I don't.

 I feel like crystal. I see light in front of me now not dark, not him. 

There's a pure light tunnel before me and I crawl to it. 

Nothing but light and pure glowing. And I hear good sounds now. The most beautiful sounds in the world. I hear that song he was playing for me, outside my window. Angel of Music. My angel of music. Guiding me home. I slowly stand and walk. I'm not scared anymore. I'm fine now. I can hear his playing. I'm going to find him.

 We'll be together again, surely he's waiting for me here? He must be someplace in this light and infinite nothing. I don't turn around to look behind me. I don't want to find a way back. I want to be free.