Prime (Book 1 of the Godling Trilogy)

19- Everything is Terrible

Fear. Pure fear. It's not something you simply feel inside of you it surrounds you. It fills every sense and chokes you from every direction. You can taste it like blood in your mouth. You can hear it like a car crash; splintering metal and glass synced to a heartbeat. You can smell it like sweat that coats your icy hot skin. You can see it through the tears in your eyes, glittering and glowing with white light and dark night sky. Finally, you can feel it on your skin as every hair raises and everything goes cold. Time slows down and you feel weightless for what seems like eons and the moment freezes around you.

Then it all comes crashing down in seconds. Chaos and calamity. Screaming and fire. Life and death.

I watched as the broken glass rained down, glittering like starlight in slow motion. The sound was like car crash

A spear went directly through the window and then it went directly through Cloe.

I felt my breath catch in my throat as every muscle in my body tightened in sheer horror. The spear caught her in the middle of her chest, impaling her. First she folded forward like flower being snapped at the stem and then her body hung limp, arms dangling on either side and a trickle of blood pouring from the side of her mouth.

She was so pale as the color and life drained from her skin she almost seemed to glow in the moonlight. She looked like some gruesome display that was intended to make us loose all hope and it did.

The most effortlessly kind and welcoming person I'd ever met hung limp and lifeless with spear holding her body up like an easel. My shaking hands covered my mouth as I felt everything inside of me break.

Only one thought repeated in my mind.

Cloe was dead.

Cloe was dead.

Cloe was dead.

And I couldn't do anything more.

More spears began to fly through the opening in the building, then arrows, axes and other projectile weapons. I curled up against the wall and sobbed, I didn't care anymore. About anything.

 I couldn't function.

 I couldn't live.

The others had a different plan, I could hear Ava shouting through the heartbeat pounding my ears. I got one last look at the scene, Deedee pulling out her whip holding it in one hand and holding Sara's hand in the other. I could see someone crashing through the doors into the room, bulky war painted masses.

Demi-titans.

I screamed , about to get to my feet I want to tear them limb from limb. Torture them, flaunt their deaths, paint a picture with their blood, scrawl a huge  screw you to the titans on the wall.

Before I could to that I was tackled.

The world went black around me and I hear Bash's voice weakly whisper, "Think of somewhere safe. Take us there."

I felt the shadows curling around us and we fell through the void.

I thought of home first but then I knew I couldn't go there, I couldn't risk us being followed and bringing those...things to my home. The demi-titans were the real monsters in my life; savage and brutal with or regard for life not even for the life of someone as pure as Cloe.

I squeezed my eyes shut and thought of the place that I owed my life to. It wasn't far from my home, only a little further north. It was where I had learned to fight. To survive.

Bash and I felt onto the dusty ground. I looked at him before checking our surroundings. He looked so sickly and weak, but he managed to stagger to his feet.